The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 46 Pursuit
Fu Juemin's eyes flashed, and he strode through the crowd to meet up with Cao Tian.

"Master."

When Cao Tian stood in front of Fu Juemin again, he was breathing heavily, his whole body was soaked in sweat and blood, covered with dirty and messy wounds and bloodstains.

Heaven knows what kind of "hospitality" he received from the thugs of the Czar Cult outside the red walls.

Fu Juemin glanced at him, not caring about his injuries, and asked directly, "Did you see anyone run out?"

"seen."

Cao Tian nodded, his wolf-like eyes fixed on one direction, and said, "I saw him run that way!"

"He was shot twice by me, he shouldn't have gotten far."

Fu Juemin squinted at the direction Cao Tian was pointing, then turned to look at him, "Can you still hold on?"

Cao Tian shook his head, casually wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve, and said in a flat tone, "Compared to the bloodbath at the docks, this is a small scene."

"That's good."

Fu Juemin smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then strode straight toward the street corner without saying anything more.

The streets were in complete chaos by then.

It is unknown who scattered large amounts of grains and copper coins on the street, which caused the refugee believers of the Cizun sect to scramble for them.

Together with the man in colorful clothes and his group of followers of the Cizun sect, who were mixed in with the chaotic crowd, they launched surprise attacks on Fu Juemin and his companion from time to time.

It was clear that Cao Tian had fully adapted to the chaotic battlefield. Without Fu Juemin even needing to lift a finger, he took the lead with his twin swords, unleashing the full power of a Blood Refining Realm martial artist. Any fools who dared to get too close were immediately uprooted like wheat stalks in autumn and tossed away in an instant.

The two quickly approached the street corner.

The student march, which had originally been organized into a group, was also broken up by the followers of the Cizun Church who were causing the riot.

Fu Juemin glanced around and saw students fighting and grappling with refugees everywhere.

Some of the boys stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a circle, protecting the girls in the group inside the circle, and they did not back down even if they were beaten bloody.

"what--!"

Suddenly, several gasps of surprise rang out from the crowd.

Fu Juemin looked in the direction of the sound and found that one part of the human wall formed by the students had been broken through by the mob. Seven or eight red-eyed vagrants rushed into the circle, grabbed several female students and dragged them into the crowd.

Among them happened to be the short-haired girl who had chatted with Fu Juemin a few times before.

The girl even had her glasses ripped off. She was being pulled around in the crowd like a rag doll, her face pale, but she still clung tightly to the donation box in her arms.

Clearly, the vagrant mob also had their sights set on this box.

"help."

Fu Juemin didn't hesitate much and gave the order directly to Cao Tian.

Cao Tian grunted, his eyes flashing with cold light. He raised his hands and charged forward, tearing a rift through the crowd amidst several screams.

Fu Juemin, however, thought it was too slow. After a moment's thought, he simply pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger into the air.

"boom!"

A loud gunshot rang out, and the noisy, chaotic crowd seemed to be suddenly put on pause.

Centered on Fu Juemin, everyone around him involuntarily covered their heads and squatted down.

Fu Juemin strode through the stagnant crowd to the short-haired girl, glanced at her, then fully reloaded his revolver and placed it in her hand.

"remember."

Fu Juemin grabbed the short-haired girl's hand and taught her how to grip the gun handle, finger by finger. Then, pointing to the terrified and panicked faces around them, he said calmly, "Anyone who dares to step forward will be shot."

After saying that, without waiting to see if the short-haired girl had listened, he called out to Cao Tian and quickly walked through the crowd into an alley across the street. The short-haired girl stood there in a daze until Fu Juemin's figure had completely disappeared.

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality and excitedly said to a long-haired girl next to her, who was also wearing a blue indigo cheongsam, "Yunzhi! It's Fu Juemin! Fu Juemin!"
He saved us? He actually saved us?!

"I saw."

The girl, who had just been pushed around and looked a little disheveled, brushed aside the messy hair on her forehead, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

She gazed in the direction Fu Juemin had left, and murmured in a complicated tone, "...He gave you a gun."

Fu Juemin squatted down, his fingertips touching the still-dry dark red bloodstains on the bluestone slab, his eyes flickering slightly.

"It was left by him, that's right."

The previously severed connection with evil spirits began to stir again after the fingers touched the bloodstains.

Without a doubt, this must be the blood left by the man in the colorful clothes.

"It seems the grocery store owner was right."

Fu Juemin stood up from the ground, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers clean. Looking at the direction the bloodstains extended, he said in a low voice, "The stronghold of the Cizun Sect is in the east of the city."

The area east of Luanhe County was formerly the old town, a place where a large number of people from the lower classes lived. It would not be an exaggeration to call it Luanhe's "slum".

It makes perfect sense that the headquarters of the Cizun Sect is located there.

Fu Juemin followed the trail of blood a few more steps forward. Just as he was about to leave the alley, two figures suddenly appeared from the left and right at the alley entrance.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin.

Both men were wearing dark brown short jackets, and their faces were covered with eerie paint, making them look like two rat faces with wicked smiles.

The two men approached without a word, their chilling killing intent spreading rapidly along the old alley.

Fu Juemin stopped and squinted at the two people approaching him.

A familiar flutter arose in my heart, but it was undoubtedly much fainter than when I was facing the man in colorful clothes.

Before he could speak, Cao Tian snorted coldly and rushed towards the two of them.

As a top-tier member of the Black Shark Gang with extensive experience in countless battles, he naturally possessed an extraordinary sensitivity to danger and immediately sensed that the two men's intentions were hostile.

The two rat-faced people initially walked at a leisurely pace, but then their steps quickened, and finally they both started jogging.

The moment Cao Tian rushed in front of the two, the three of them attacked almost simultaneously.

"Shh-"

Cao Tian made a swift, downward slash at the throat of the rat-faced man on the left, but the short knife he thrust out with all his might was caught cleanly by the man's bare hands in the next second.

A pair of cruel eyes stared at him, exuding a faint bloodlust. With a twist of his fingers, he forcefully snatched the dagger from Cao Tian's hand.

Cao Tian was startled and before he could react, another slightly shorter rat-faced man punched him hard in the left rib.

Cao Tian winced in pain, let out a muffled groan, and stumbled back two steps.

When he raised his head again, his face was filled with solemnity.

In just one exchange, he was at a disadvantage; both of them were Blood Refining Realm martial artists whose strength was no less than his!
When two people meet on a narrow path and have nowhere to retreat, they can only compete to see who is more ruthless.

Thinking of this, Cao Tian took a deep breath and decided to abandon the only remaining short knife in his hand, intending to fight his enemy with his best fist technique.

The two rat-faced men casually toyed with the short knife they had just snatched from Cao Tian, ​​looking at him with amusement. Suddenly, they smiled cruelly and pounced on him in unison.

Cao Tian's expression hardened, and he subconsciously assumed the stance of the Five Elements Tongbei Fist.

But before he could make a move, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind behind him.

Immediately afterward, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a muscular arm, like a giant python, suddenly sweeping past his ear, tearing through the air, and swooping forward.
(End of this chapter)