Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1844 Chen Zhang, you're seducing me!

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Inside the council chamber, the iron curtain hung low.

Chen Zhang's decision was final.

They then chatted about some other things before ending the conversation.

Qin Luguang suddenly stood up, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, his casual cloth robe fluttered without wind, and a bloodthirsty aura instantly filled the small corner of the council hall.

"Fifth Master, I'm going to interrogate those bandit leaders first. No matter how tough they are, I'll smash them and pry them open!"

He turned his gaze to Chen Xiaojun, then swept it over Zhu Yanfeng: "Old Zhu, stop standing there, come with me! If the young master is interested, why don't you come and take a look too?"

Chen Xiaojun slightly raised his eyes, his face still calm as water, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Zhu Yanfeng snorted but did not object. His tall figure left his seat, creating a gust of wind.

Chen Zhang nodded: "Barton's identity is just the tip of the iceberg. He has been operating here for more than 20 years, and the hidden agents he has planted, the secrets he has mastered, especially the plans of the Martial Soul Temple in Tiandou City... must be thoroughly investigated! This is related to our initiative in subsequent operations throughout the entire Imperial Capital Underground City!"

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The council chamber doors opened, and Qin Luguang stepped out first, followed closely by Zhu Yanfeng.

Chen Xiaojun remembered something and said, "By the way, Uncle Jinhua, there's something I need to tell you..."

Zuo Jinhua's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth turned up. "There's such a thing? Young Master, I understand."

Chen Xiaojun then slowly followed Qin Luguang.

The Ximen Darkfire Guards stood silently in watchful silence as the group disappeared into the dark passageway leading to the interrogation room.

Several Ximen Darkfire Guards, clad in dark red scale armor and exuding a fierce aura, quickly emerged from the shadows of the passage, silently flanking the others and forming a menacing formation before disappearing swiftly into the dimly lit depths of the tunnel leading to the core interrogation room at the base of the mountain fortress.

Watching the three figures walk away, Ma Zhibin suddenly slapped his forehead: "Hey, wait a minute! What were you guys talking about all that Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Nine Palaces stuff?"

Amused by him, Ximen Wenye patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Good stuff!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Ma Zhibin pursed his lips, looking speechless.

Then, Yang Zhicheng also came over, patted him on the shoulder, and added, "Yeah, it's pretty good stuff."

After saying that, he left.

Ma Zhibin: "..."

Come again?

When it was Xia Yun's turn to step forward, Ma Zhibin quickly raised his finger and said first, "Hey, Uncle Xia Yun, stop! Don't take a picture of me too!"

Xia Yun rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Who cares about taking pictures of you? I'm just reminding you not to forget to pay for the wine! That Grade 7 Zhi wine isn't cheap, don't try to renege on your debt."

Looking at the empty council chamber, Ma Zhibin couldn't help but mutter, "Are they all taking advantage of my lack of education, Ah Zhang?"

He leaned closer to Chen Zhang and lowered his voice, "This Yin-Yang and Five Elements stuff, isn't it your Chen family's treasure? Tell me about it!"

His eyes darted around, a hint of gossip in them: "For those two old foxes from the Ximen and Yang families to be so interested in this thing... could it be one of the reasons why your Chen family has suddenly become so powerful in the past few years?"

He leaned closer mysteriously, "Is it something your family dug up from the ruins?"

Chen Zhang chuckled at his words: "Ruins? You believe all that nonsense out there?!"

Ma Zhibin blinked, looking suspicious: "No ruins? Then where did this treasure come from?"

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed at Chen Zhang, "No, no! You little brat... you wouldn't be trying to seduce me, would you?" Chen Zhang picked up the tea lid, making a crisp sound as it slid along the rim of the cup.

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The tunnel was carved out of the original rock strata, and the damp, musty smell was mixed with the rusty and fishy smell.

The scattered phosphorescent lamps embedded in the wall cast a dim light, barely illuminating the uneven stone steps. The light and shadow cast eerie shadows on the rugged stone walls, and the air felt as stuffy as a soaked burlap.

The deeper you go, the stronger the stench of old blood, the remnants of soul power, and the aura of despair and fear become.

At the end of the passageway, two heavy alloy doors covered with rivets and steel frames stand tall.

The elite guards of the Embroidered Uniform Guard stood solemnly, their aura icy.

The scarred junior officer at the head of the squad reported on one knee: "Chief Steward Qin! My lord! The interrogation room is ready, the five targets are in their positions, and the soul power shackles have been reinforced with three layers! The 'Sound-Sealing Soul' formation has been set up, and there will be no leaks!"

Qin Luguang snorted and didn't stop walking.

The junior officer waved his hand, and four burly men with bare upper bodies beside the door roared and exerted force, their muscles bulging and their armbands taut.

With a piercing "creak—bang!!!" sound, the thick door bolt was pulled open.

A cold, foul odor, mixed with the strong smell of rust, blood, and sweat, suddenly surged out, along with a chilling dark red light and suppressed soul energy fluctuations coming from the crack in the door.

Qin Luguang's lips curled into a smile as he stepped into the darkness and blood-red light.

Zhu Yanfeng followed with heavy steps. Chen Xiaojun paused slightly in front of the door, his gaze sweeping over the dark red light spots flickering through the crack in the door.

A Darkfire Guard leader whispered a warning: "Young Master, the air inside is thick with blood and the murderous aura is intense..."

Chen Xiaojun did not stop walking, his profile blurred in the shadows: "It's alright. When the sword is drawn, thunder will follow."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the bloody swamp like a gentle breeze.

Behind them, four burly men exerted their strength again.

With a loud bang, the massive alloy door slammed shut, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

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The interrogation room is not a room in the traditional sense, but rather a natural cave embedded in the mountainside that has been converted into a room.

The space is exceptionally spacious, but the height is deliberately reduced, with a huge, unpolished rock dome hanging overhead, casting a suffocating sense of oppression.

The light source comes from dozens of "red blood crystals" embedded around the rock wall, emitting a viscous, dark red light that immerses the entire space in a blood-red hue, yet is also icy and chilling.

The ground is rough black rock, with a central depression forming a circular pit about ten meters in diameter.

At the edge of the pit, five figures were tightly bound to cold metal execution pillars by thick soul power chains that shimmered with dark blue runes.

The chains dug deep into their flesh, and as the runes flowed, they continuously extracted and suppressed their soul power fluctuations.

It was Dou Jing, the deputy leader of the Bone-Digging Gang, and four Soul Saints under his command.

Dou Jing is in the center. He is tall and strong, and even though he is bound by chains, you can still see that he has a large frame.

His head was lowered, his disheveled hair covering most of his face, but his exposed neck and the bulging muscles on his arms, as well as his steady, mountain-like breathing, were still visible.

The other four were in different states: Yan Zhen closed his eyes to rest, Yin Jiu scanned his surroundings with a sinister look, Mo Li seemed to blend into the shadows, and Li Wuyai stared intently at the entrance, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame.

Qin Luguang stepped into the crimson space, took a deep breath of the nauseating air, and revealed a sinister smile that was almost one of enjoyment.

He strolled to the edge of the pit and looked down at Dou Jing.

“Deputy Commander Dou,” Qin Luguang grinned, “Hehe, are you satisfied with this place? The Bone Digging Gang has been operating for a century, I’m sure they’ve entertained plenty of ‘guests’ here, haven’t they? What goes around comes around, today it’s your turn to taste it for yourselves.”

(End of this chapter)