My enemies became my companions

Chapter 428: Asking Right and Wrong
"You behead your mother!"

The drizzle seemed to stop for a moment, and everyone turned away in surprise. A man walked over the rain.

The man carried a sword and a knife on his back, the sheaths of which were covered with raindrops.

When you step into a puddle, water splashes and ripples form that last for a long time.

Huang Jing's eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, almost bursting out.

He recognized this person.

He had previously caused a big disturbance in Yuanfeng Tower, rescued Chen's daughter, and killed and injured a group of his helpers in the martial arts world. Later, he stood beside the master of Xi Que Pavilion and provided support for him. Now, he was standing in front of him and speaking wildly.

If it weren't for this child, everything would have gone much more smoothly!
"It's you..." Yuanfeng Tower was destroyed. Huang Jing, who was forced into a desperate situation, had no more energy to cultivate his qi. He sneered, "What a bureaucratic dog!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the martial arts masters stared at Chen Yi who was walking in the rain, some raised their hands, some pressed their swords, a cold and murderous aura spread in the rain, the breath floated, and the raindrops swayed.

He stopped walking. Everyone including Liuyang Zhaigong surrounded him like a circle, leaving only a small gap. Huang Jing stood a few feet away with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold.

Countless gazes were focused on him and the rain was hitting his shoulders hard, enough to make it hard to breathe. However, Chen Yi still kept his back straight and his face was as cold as metal and stone.

As if on the verge of a fight, Huang Jing's fingertips were already stroking the scabbard, "You official dog...are you going to use me, Huang, to establish your authority today?"

"To establish authority? Just to seek justice."

"Justice?" Huang Jing's face twisted instantly, "My son is dead, what justice can you ask for?!"

As the hoarse and resentful words fell, thousands of eyes on Chen Yi suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds. Countless people in the martial arts world were ready to fight, their brows and eyes turned cold as they followed Huang Jing's words.

Chen Yi still stood tall and straight.

Countless raindrops hit my shoulders and shattered into pieces.

"Your son's death is the justice you need,"

Chen Yi said word by word,

"I want justice for you attacking the elderly, the weak, women and children."

Huang Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood and said as if he found it funny:
"You mean the opera troupe and those blind servants? So you came here to ask for compensation from them... How funny, how funny! My son died and no official dog spoke up, but when a few low-class people died yesterday, the official dog jumped out!"

The sound was so loud that it made the raindrops fly in disorder and hit everyone's cheeks. Although some faces were slightly unhappy, there was no need to say much about whose life was more important, the life of the lowest class or the life of the young master of the Huang family. What's more, one should be grateful for what one has received from others.

Liuyang Zhaigong, a senior in the martial arts world, frowned. He did hear that some servants went to ask for compensation last night. Huang Jing went to deal with it alone. He thought he had sent them away with money, but he didn't know until this moment that someone had been beaten to death.

He spoke with the skill of a martial arts master in smoothing things over, "Sir, please go back. There must have been a misunderstanding last night. Master Huang is a very wealthy man. After we capture and kill the thief leader, I will definitely give you an explanation."

Chen Yi said coldly: "Explanation? He gave all the money to you, what else can he explain?"

Liuyang Zhaigong was stunned when he heard this. He knew very well that Huang Jing had spent all his money, but he didn't know what to say at this moment.

At this time, the Thunderbolt Bear King with one arm broken spoke:

"If that is the case, I, Lord Xiong, am willing to give away my share, and I believe that you, the heroes, are not the same..."

When the words came to the end, Xiong Jun could not hear any agreement. His previous ambitions changed when he talked about the six thousand taels of gold and silver. Perhaps most people came for the sake of righteousness, but it was difficult to give back the money they got.

In order to avoid damaging morale, Huang Jing interrupted immediately:

"No need! The government has always been greedy. They are just extorting your money in the name of relief. Since this official dog wants to seek justice, then I would like to ask, how do you want to seek justice?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people in the martial arts world turned their angry glares towards Chen Yi.

Chaotic discussions arose, becoming more and more intense, like waves.

Liu Yang Zhai Gong is a senior after all, so he should be more rational. At this moment, he still wants to smooth things over and says:
"Everyone knows that Mr. Huang was heartbroken after losing his son, not to mention how cunning the spy was who burned down Yuanfeng Tower..." Wow!
Chen Yi took a step forward, and the raindrops under his feet made a loud noise, interrupting Liuyang Zhaigong's words and also suppressing the chattering.

In the rain, he sneered: "You keep saying that spies are cunning, and you keep saying that the moral principles of the underworld are important. After the Yuanfeng Building was burned down, you pretended to be ready to die. But the root cause is that you, Huang Jing, failed in your duty and were played around like a dog?!"

Hit the soft spot.

Huang Jing's face turned pale and blue in an instant. The so-called spending all his wealth was, after all, a means to win people's hearts and minds, in order to cover up various wrong decisions.

Chen Yi's words were heard clearly in the room.

“The pain of losing a son, his son’s life is his life.

We were surrounded and killed on the Yuanfeng Tower. Doesn’t my life matter?
Killing innocent people indiscriminately and destroying their livelihoods, the lives of the lowest class are not lives? !

What underworld rule says that only his son's fortune can be told?"

As the cold words fell, a circle of air waves was pushed out with Chen Yi as the center, causing ripples on the rain curtain.

Huang Jing was alert and glared at him:
"You want to ask about the sword?"

"ask."

Chen Yi spoke each word with great intensity, his heart ablaze with anger.

"Ask about right and wrong, about life and death!"

.........

Yuanfeng Tower stood like a dead tree, still silent amid the rain.

The dark clouds were thick, dust was everywhere, and the rain was like iron wire.

The crowd had already stepped back, leaving a space of about 120 to 180 feet. Two men were seen standing in the rain, with raindrops hitting their faces like iron wires, but they remained motionless.

Water splashed on the ground.

Huang Jing did not clasp his fists, his eyes were filled with rage. He had inherited his family business since he was a young man, and had opened a martial arts school. He had never lost a single battle in the past thirty years, and was very famous in the Northwest martial arts world. Moreover, he had already mastered the Huang Men swordsmanship to perfection, and had also practiced Qing Gong and Heng Lian Gong, which were truly passed down. Now that he had met Chen Yi again, although he knew that he was not an ordinary fourth-rank martial artist, how could he, Huang Jing, be an ordinary fourth-rank martial artist? !

Chen Yi stood there, without clasping his fists, but just holding the hilt of the sword, and the long sword was unsheathed with a clanging sound.

The rain hit the sword given by Min Ning, and the blade seemed to have spiritual energy, and was particularly cold and bright.

Chen Yi suddenly felt that Min Ning seemed to be here too, as if she was drawing her sword for him.

Needless to say, the notary in this sword-examination was none other than Liuyang Zhaigong, the most respected and virtuous person on the scene.

He looked around at the two of them, sighed, and said loudly:

"All of you bear witness to this, today, Min Ning, a captain of the West Factory, and Huang Jing, the owner of Yuanfeng Tower, met in a sword battle in Shantong City. Swords have no eyes, and life and death are at your own risk. Regardless of victory or defeat, all grudges and hatreds are forgotten and written off. You are not allowed to seek revenge for this in the future. Heaven has eyes, and the gods are witnesses!"

clang!
A gong sounded, and the rain was shaken away. The whole place fell silent, with only the faint sound of thunder in the sky.

When the sound died down, both of them had already drawn their swords, shining with cold light.

"Huangmen Knife, Huang Jing."

"Min Ning, the commander of the Western Factory."

The two said almost in unison:

"Come!"

(End of this chapter)