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Zhan Yun and Zhao Ting had no objections. They all guessed that Zhou Yufei wanted to take the opportunity to get some information out of Duan Chen, and seeing his pitiful appearance of being tormented by love, they didn't tease him any further.

A short while later, Duan Chen and Zhou Yufei got up and left the teahouse. When they reached the alley entrance, they saw Da Fang leading a group of people running towards them.

Before the person got close, Zhou Yufei said in a slightly hoarse voice, "At first, I still didn't take it seriously."

Author's Note: There will be an update next Monday, which is the day after tomorrow, at 9 AM~

In the next chapter, Chenchen will be taken advantage of by a wicked man, sob sob sob~

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Chapter Ten: Bullying and Duel...

The moment Duan Chen turned to look at him, a signal arrow suddenly exploded overhead, a crimson halo surrounding the character "无" (wu, meaning nothing). Its bright color stung the eyes, and it quickly disappeared into the dark night sky. Immediately afterward, similar colored symbols appeared one after another in the sky a little further away, seemingly in response, clearly indicating that members of a certain faction were communicating with each other.

Before Duan Chen could even think, Zhou Yufei grabbed him and pulled him aside in a few steps, dodging the incoming hidden arrows. His eyes were frighteningly dark, veins bulging on his forehead, and without turning his head, he roared angrily, "Yao Shu'er, are you insane!"

The street was originally crowded with pedestrians, and the shouts and opera performances created a noisy cacophony. Therefore, when the first few whistling arrows exploded in the sky, not many people noticed the commotion. However, Zhou Yufei's roar was infused with internal energy, and his voice resonated throughout almost the entire street. Ordinary people who did not know martial arts felt their ears ringing, and even the people in the teahouse could hear it clearly.

As Duan Chen realized that the word "无" (wu) represented "无谅门" (Wuliangmen), he also realized that Zhou Yufei's shout would likely alert Zhao Ting and Zhan Yun. He was both alarmed and furious, fearing that Yao Shu'er's outburst would ruin the government's entire plan to arrest her. He tried to break free by pushing her away with his elbow, his usually cold voice now tinged with annoyance: "What are you yelling about! Hurry up and arrest the person—"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the body pressed against his back suddenly stiffen, and a muffled groan came from behind his ear, while his waist tightened instantly. Duan Chen looked down and saw a gray-blue silk ribbon wrapped around his waist. Then, his body lurched forward, he stumbled two steps and fell out of Zhou Yufei's arms, and was then lifted up and thrown diagonally.

In his haste, Duan Chen turned his head to look back and saw Zhou Yufei gripping the wall behind him with one arm, his body slowly collapsing. At the same time, Da Fang and the others had already arrived a little further away. Many figures also rushed out of the teahouse, and the streets leading to the alley were so congested that it was impossible to tell which side was which.

Duan Chen subconsciously searched for the snow-white figure, but only saw a chaotic mess below. The clanging of weapons clashing blew past his ears along with the whistling wind. The next moment, he was embraced tightly. The person's chest trembled slightly, and he greeted him with a smile, "Luo'er, how have you been?"

Duan Chen gritted his teeth, trying to break free from the man's embrace, but several acupoints were instantly struck, causing his body to go limp. Even his voice trembled: "Your men... have joined forces against you, and you still have time to stay here..."

Li Lingke leaped several times with the person in his arms and quickly landed in a courtyard. He jumped down from the eaves with the person in his arms, and as soon as he landed, he picked the person up horizontally and chuckled, "Luo'er, Luo'er, it's been so long, but your skill in diverting people's attention hasn't improved much."

Duan Chen's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless: "I'm telling the truth. Without the Wuliang Sect, you're essentially... missing an arm. From now on, you'll be used for gathering information and silencing witnesses..."

Li Lingke kicked the door open, carrying the person straight into the inner room. He was clearly very familiar with the place, not just randomly choosing a spot to settle down. He sat down on a soft couch, and with a wave of his hand, several red candles lit up the four corners of the room. He then cradled Duan Chen's head with his other hand, pulling him even closer: "So Luo'er was worried about me that much!"

As she spoke, her slightly curved lips pressed against Duan Chen's cheek, gently caressing it twice before moving to his tightly pursed lips. Her tongue swept across his lips, then she kissed and sucked on his soft lips, whispering with a smile, "Luo'er, don't you think we're destined for each other? Wanliu Manor, the capital, Hangzhou—no matter where I go, you'll definitely arrive within half a month... What case are we investigating this time, hmm?"

Duan Chen's previously numb body instantly stiffened due to this intimate act. A chill ran down his neck and down his spine; if it weren't for the pressure points being pressed, he probably would have shivered immediately. Li Lingke, however, seemed completely oblivious, his tongue tracing delicate lines on Duan Chen's lips, his slightly exotic voice a few decibels lower and hoarser than usual: "Be good, open your mouth..."

Li Lingke half-closed his eyes, his free hand gently kneading Duan Chen's small earlobe. His long, curled eyelashes brushed lightly across her cheek as he moved his lips, and strands of hair that were half-disheveled behind him slid over his shoulders and neck, landing in the crook of the neck of the person in his arms.

Duan Chen pursed his lips tightly. His once clear, slightly blue eyes were now tinged with a light red. His watery eyes stared intently at the other person, wishing he could kill the person in front of him with a single blow to avoid being humiliated like this!

Li Linge smiled nonchalantly, one corner of his lips curling up, his gaze intensifying as he looked at her, seemingly aroused by the murderous intent in her expression. His fingers, which had ravaged her earlobe, slid down her shoulder and arm, finally grasping her wrist. His long, slender fingers seemed to want to entangle her, but all movement stopped when he touched a slightly cool touch.

He took Duan Chen's hand, pinched the silver ring on her little finger, and tilted his head to ask her, "What is this?"

Seeing that the person was a little further away from him, Duan Chen tried hard to control his voice so that it wouldn't tremble: "The betrothal gift."

Li Lingke frowned slightly, tilted his head and thought for a moment before asking, "Engaged?"

Seeing Duan Chen's affirmative look, Li Linke's lips curled into a smile. With a slight effort, he slipped the ring off his finger, tossed it out through the half-open window, and stared intently at her with his deep blue eyes: "What engagement? If you want, I can throw you the grandest wedding anytime!"

Duan Chen's gaze drifted to the side following Li Linke's gesture, a surge of anger rising within her, even showing a hint of annoyance between her brows. Li Linke, however, found it intriguing, gently stroking her brow and chuckling softly, "I've never seen you angry before, it really has a unique charm."

Duan Chen gritted his teeth and glared at him, momentarily becoming anxious: "Let me go!"

Li Linke smiled leisurely, then his fingers moved to the gently moving lips: "Such a sweet little mouth, it's a pity to only use it to scold people!" As he spoke, he probed inside the slightly parted lips during the pause in his speech.

Duan Chen quickly closed his jaw and bit down hard, instantly tasting a metallic flavor on his tongue. Li Lingke hissed, withdrew his index finger to examine it, then pinched Duan Chen's delicate chin again, his expression somewhat cold, but his tone still teasing: "Does Luo'er like biting so much? It's fine if you bite, after all, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it later..."

Duan Chen felt a sharp pain in her chin, and her mind cleared up a bit. After a moment of silence, she looked at the person and replied, "Are you planning to let the Wuliang Sect members kill each other?" Based on her understanding of Li Linge, this man always had many informants and more than one Wuliang Sect under his command. He would never rely on just one force, would never give others the opportunity to rebel against him, and would never be threatened to the point of having no way out.

Judging from tonight's events, it's clear they knew from the start that Yao Shu'er was going to intercept her at the teahouse, which is why they rescued her. Since they still had time to rescue someone and flirt, their real business must have been taken care of as well. Besides Yao Shu'er's group, there were at least two other groups on the street just now, one of which rushed out of the teahouse, so they must have been lying in wait there all along.

This situation must mean that a mutiny has broken out in the Wuliang Sect, with several factions vying for power. Besides the power and status of the Wuliang Sect leader, this person in front of us must have offered other bait. He is clearly fanning the flames and enjoying the chaos among his own people.

Although the specifics of the conflict were unclear, that was roughly the gist of it. Sure enough, as soon as Duan Chen spoke, Li Lingke's expression subtly changed, and his gaze towards Duan Chen shifted from its previous passionate intimacy to reveal a cold and composed demeanor befitting a king.

After a long pause, Li Lingke suddenly released his grip and leaned back against the headboard of the soft couch, chuckling softly, "I really want to kidnap you and take you back to Great Xia to be my queen!"

"Keep dreaming!" A cold voice suddenly rang out from outside, and then two people rushed in through the two windows. Zhao Ting, who had brought an iron sword from somewhere, threw it directly at Li Lingke's shoulder and neck, piercing through his clothes and embedding it in the back of the soft couch with a muffled "thud".

Zhan Yun stepped forward and struck Li Lingke in the chest with a palm. He had been running here using his lightness skill and had been circulating his internal energy since he jumped into the house, so this palm strike was exceptionally fierce, unlike his usual style where he would hold back a little.

Li Linke could tell from Zhan Yun's gaze that he was serious this time, so he quickly parried with one hand and pushed Duan Chen aside with the other, simultaneously deflecting the iron sword that had pierced his shoulder. He then stood up and began to spar with Zhan Yun. Zhan Yun was completely devoid of his usual gentle and refined demeanor, radiating a chilling aura. He didn't even take out the folding fan he usually carried, and with just a set of long fist punches, he forcefully forced Li Linke out of the room, seemingly determined to fight to the death.

After only about twenty moves, Li Linke was gradually becoming terrified by Zhan Yun's almost reckless fighting style. In terms of pure skill and internal strength, Li Linke had a slight advantage. But as the saying goes, no one is afraid of someone who doesn't value their life, and this was no longer a friendly match, but a decisive battle for survival. Zhan Yun used almost all the skills he had learned in his life, and the more he fought, the less he cared about any rules or openings in his moves, relentlessly attacking vital points, pushing Li Linke towards his death with every move.

Eventually, Li Lingke got enraged by the man's attack. He deflected Zhan Yun's punch with a palm strike, then sidestepped and clamped Zhan Yun's elbow, coldly warning, "Kid, I don't intend to kill anyone tonight, don't push me..."

Zhan Yun remained silent, twisting his body and throwing a backhand punch, continuing his attack as if possessed. Li Linke narrowed his long eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips, and began to retaliate without restraint. Fortunately, neither of them was armed, and it was just a fistfight; otherwise, blood would have been drawn long ago.

Inside the house, Zhao Ting released the pressure points on Duan Chen's body, helped him sit up, and looked him over. Suddenly, he noticed the bright red color between Duan Chen's lips, and his expression immediately turned serious.

Duan Chen raised a finger to wipe his lips, his movements still somewhat stiff, and explained softly, "It's not my blood."

Zhao Ting nodded and said nothing more. He helped the man out of the house and saw two men in the courtyard, both vomiting blood. Zhan Yun, dressed in white, had bloodstains on his clothes particularly noticeable. He was unsteady on his feet, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot and bulging, as if he had gone mad. Zhao Ting helped Duan Chen sit down on the threshold and was about to go help when he heard Li Lingge shout in a hoarse voice, "Come quickly and subdue him! Hurry!"

Zhao Ting also noticed that Zhan Yun was not in a good condition. He flew behind Zhan Yun and said, "Withdraw your move!" As Li Linke withdrew his move, he quickly took a few steps back. At the same time, Zhao Ting pressed several key acupoints on Zhan Yun from behind and caught his slumping body.

Li Linge was clearly not faring well either. He staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, and immediately vomited blood. While wiping his lips with his sleeve, he laughed loudly at Duan Chen: "Luo'er, cough cough... You should thank me this time. If I hadn't shown mercy... you would really have to go back to Great Xia to be my queen!"

Zhao Ting supported Zhan Yun's body, shouting angrily, "Hurry up and come help! If he dies, you won't be leaving Hangzhou!"

Li Lingge steadied his breathing, walked over, and helped Zhao Ting carry the person into the house. Duan Chen's limbs were still weak, and he couldn't help, so he could only follow slowly behind.