A week passed quickly in Tang En's uninterrupted busyness.

Muwu City, a small northern city, has no characteristics and is inconspicuous.

It was morning, and an ordinary carriage stopped in the street opposite a tavern in the west district of the city. The coachman was a thin man wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a collar up, unable to see his face clearly, and did not know his age.

It seemed like I was just stopping at will, and the coachman didn't want to get off the car, and the carriage behind was still closed.

After about ten minutes, the driver slowly got off the car with his hat brim pressed down on his hat brim. He was heading out on the tavern opposite. He stepped cautiously and the hat brim turned slightly, probably because he was constantly observing the surrounding conditions. His body could see that it was a little tight, as if a mouse that had just left the hole would jump back quickly as soon as he found something wrong.

But after slowly passing through the street, the coachman suddenly accelerated his pace and rushed into the tavern in three steps and two steps. He stayed in front of the counter for a moment, and was then led inside by a waiter and disappeared at the back door of the tavern hall.

Soon, the courtyard behind the tavern.

"President!" "It's great that you're fine, President..." "Old Luo and the others are dead..."

Three old men who received the news quickly walked out of the inner room and surrounded the coachman, saying in surprise or panic.

These three old men were the senior executives of the Bounty Hunter Guild. After learning about Xia Wei'an's arrival, Tang En didn't care about these senior executives who escaped separately, but let them escape.

Taking off the wide-brimmed hat, curly hair, wrinkled old face, the coachman, no, Zachley waved his hand with a gloomy face and shouted angrily: "What a panic! Isn't you dead yet? Let's talk about it when you go in!"

After saying that, let go of these shivering old men. Let’s walk into the house first.

Entering the lobby of the inner room. As soon as he sat down, Zachley's eyes swept across the three old men one by one, especially an old man in brown. The atmosphere was cold and he said in a deep voice: "The same mistake is absolutely not allowed to be made again... People come, come with paper and pen!"

Under the confused and puzzled eyes of the three old men, a guild guard walked into the house with paper and pen. Zachley pointed to the table beside him and spoke slowly. "Sit here, I said, remember!"

"Short after separation, I met the two adults, Xia Wei'an and Owens, who came to rescue. Then we walked south for two days, thinking about meeting with the temple reinforcements. As a result, the damn assassin appeared again the moment before the meeting. The two adults stepped forward and entangled, and I escaped under the escort of the Knight of Light. But unexpectedly, we were intercepted and killed again..."

After a pause, Zachley's face flashed with a harsh and a look of pain. "I escaped alone and avoided the cemetery. I had no way to escape. I had to dig up the grave's dirt bun... I hid for three days, then came out to wander in the wilderness for two days, and finally entered Yeshi Town three days ago to find out the news and search for it all the way... This is my whereabouts these days. If there is nothing to doubt, it is your turn now!"

The three old men looked stunned when they heard this. They escaped successfully. Naturally, they never thought that Zachley would suffer this later.

As for the meaning of Zachley's words, the few people finally understood. Especially the old man in brown clothes, his eyes were even more timid when he heard this. It was because of him that the group of terrifying assassins found the village in the mountains, which directly led to the next tragedy... Such a mistake cannot be made again!

Next, the three old men talked about their whereabouts after they separated. It was very simple and similar. After all, their escape was indeed very smooth.

After a while, Zachley looked quietly with the recorded paper, and from time to time he asked about the location, witnesses, etc., and seemed to have no clues. He slowly put them down and closed his eyes to ponder.

The hall was silent. Although Zachley usually looked like a kind and kind person, he was to outsiders. These three old men naturally knew his moody personality, sat upright and did not dare to breathe.

"Everyone." After a while, Zachley slowly opened his eyes and his face was gloomy, "I want to tell you some bad news. The elite team of the temple who came to reinforce was wiped out and none of them survived!"

After the words were finished, "What?" "How is it possible!" "It's over..."

This group of elite teams from the Temple Association were forbidden to shame, so their whereabouts were kept secret, and the three old men were not aware of it. Now, when they heard this, they were shocked and exclaimed repeatedly.

"Shut up!" Zachley rolled his eyes and stared at him, "I saw it with my own eyes, can it be fake?"

The hall suddenly calmed down, Zachley rubbed his eyebrows, looking tired, "I don't want to know how the other party did it now. I just want to know how we should deal with the anger from the temple. What suggestions do you have?"

The three old men looked at each other in anger, all of whom were powerless to bow their heads and looked as if dead.

What Zachley said was undoubtedly a practical problem. There are many big figures in this reinforcement team from the Temple Association. Now they are all killed quietly. It is naturally impossible to think that nothing has happened. What's more important is that the murderer is now has no clue, so they will undoubtedly become the only punching bag in the Temple... It's no exaggeration to say that this is likely to be a death!

After a moment of silence, the old man in brown hesitated and said, "Since the whole army was wiped out...well, if we say we have never seen each other from beginning to end."

The other two senior veterans lit up their eyes when they heard this. Yes, they knew that the team was over, but others didn't know. In this way, as long as the temple cannot confirm the life and death situation of the team, they will naturally not blame them...

But, "Silly!" Zachley frowned and cursed angrily, "Did you forget what I said just now? At that time, the two adults, Shaweian and Owens, were also present. They were not dead. Do you think they would hide it for us?"

Of course not, the answer is self-evident.

"Or why should we hurry up and find those damn assassins?"

"Are you sure?"

"Well……"

"Then... find a scapegoat?"

"Good idea, haha... you fucking find a force that dares to offend the Temple of Light! Do you believe it? Well, whether you believe it or not, I believe it..."

...

I kept thinking about it, but then I was overturned again. In the end, the hall fell into silence again, extremely dull.

At this moment, Zachley exhaled, stood up, expressionless: "Since you can't think of it, you can only do this..."

He looked up in shock, and the three old men looked happy: "President, do you have any solutions?"

"Come here." Zachley did not answer, but waved to the guard who had been standing behind the table tremblingly, pointing to the lobby in front of him, "Go there...yes, that's there, stand and don't move."

He took a few steps forward, patted the guard's shoulder with a blank face, and raised his lips: "You did a good job, very well..." After the words, Zachley suddenly reached out and instantly pulled out the sword from the guard's waist, turned sideways, stabbed out, puff...

The blood was shot, and the old man in brown grabbed the blade that passed through his left chest tightly, his eyes bulged, and his expression was painful, "You...for...why..."

Release the hilt of the sword, Zachley took a step forward, hugged the old man in brown, looking sad, "Sorry, I'm really sorry... It's always going to die, but you're the most suitable..."

He murmured in a low voice, feeling sincere. However, two senior old men on the side watched the scene that suddenly happened under their noses, but their bodies were stiff and their expressions were dull, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a while.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the old man in brown blood gradually dried up, Zachley let go and retreated, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood in his palm, and did not raise his head. "There were many branches and locations in the guild that were destroyed because someone revealed the news. More than half of the casualties came to negotiate because someone was working inside and outside. We were chased because someone brought the enemy over. The temple team was wiped out because someone leaked the reinforcement route and location... Well, it was OK, it could be explained! So..."

He raised his hand and threw out a bloody handkerchief to cover the old man in brown-clothed eyes. Zachley looked calm, "The traitor is him, and all of this is also planned in secret! Well, do you have any other opinions?"

He spread his hands and half turned around to look at the two senior old men. The latter shook and shook his head together, "Very good, agreeable, we will have a meeting!"
Chapter completed!