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After the upgrade was completed, Lu Chen found Hu Bufan.

He's leaving for home today.

"Do you want to stay here?"

Hu Bufan asked.

"There's still a little loose end to clean up, we'll talk about it in a couple of days." Lu Chen reached out to Hu Bufan, "Can I borrow your brand for a bit?"

Hu Bufan was a little surprised: "Brand? What brand?"

"If you leave, I won't be able to get in the Huichuntang sign anymore."

"Don't lose it." Hu Bufan took out his "VIP" card and tossed it to Lu Chen.

After accepting the gift, Lu Chen cupped his hands in thanks to Hu Bufan: "Thank you, Brother Hu, have a safe journey!"

"You should also be careful. Those powerful and influential people aren't so easy to deal with. Don't let yourself get caught off guard," Hu Bufan said in a low voice.

"Okay, don't worry!"

After the two parted, Lu Chen ate a hearty meal, changed his appearance, and went to the Black Killing Pavilion's headquarters, circling around it several times.

Each time, he would change his appearance, and even change his entire outfit.

This also led him to discover something.

There don't seem to be many people in the Black Kill Pavilion in Shanyang Prefecture.

Moreover, they seem to be involved in the intelligence business as well.

An idea came to Lu Chen's mind. He walked straight to the door and knocked.

A moment later, the door was opened.

"What brings you here, young master?"

A middle-aged man with a stern face opened the door, saw a young man in white, and asked him a question.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I want to buy intelligence."

The aloof middle-aged man stepped aside.

Lu Chen walked in, and found that the interior was a completely different world. Unlike the simple style outside, the interior was antique and more like a teahouse than the headquarters of an assassin organization.

"What kind of information does the young master wish to purchase?"

Lu Chen looked around and, upon hearing the question, replied seriously, "I want to buy information about the Azure Lord."

"Master Qing?" The cold-faced middle-aged man was taken aback. Who was this person?

"Young master, what is this person's identity? Is 'Azure Lord' his name or his code name?"

"I don't know his name either. I only know he's called Qingzhu, he's quite fair-skinned, and has a very feminine voice. Also, Qingmiao Hall should be related to him!"

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the aloof middle-aged man.

It's Lao Qing!

He calmly sized up the young man before him: "How much money can you afford, young master?"

"How much money do you need?"

"That depends on what kind of information you want, young master."

"All intelligence related to him."

"Then that price might be quite high."

How tall?

The middle-aged man held up three fingers.

"Three thousand taels?"

"Young master is joking. Three hundred thousand taels."

Lu Chen found it hard to believe.

What the heck?

"So tall?"

The middle-aged man remained silent.

Lu Chen continued, "Then I'll ask for something else. I want to know information about the Black Killing Pavilion in Shahu County. I'm looking for someone."

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, his eyes sharpening as he looked at Lu Chen. "Young Master, are you saying you came to the Black Kill Pavilion headquarters in Shanyang Prefecture to ask us for information on the Black Kill Pavilion branch in Shahu County?"

He scoffed, "Do you think we'd sell?"

"What wouldn't I sell? You worthless bastards, the kind of animals who would kill your own parents for money, I'd give you money to buy your lives, so why can't I buy some information?"

Lu Chen smiled.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He struck Lu Chen with a palm, his movements as swift as lightning and extremely stealthy. His sleeve merely fluttered slightly before Lu Chen saw the palm already reaching his chest.

Unsurprised, he swiftly opened one hand and grabbed the middle-aged man's outstretched hand.

"you!"

The middle-aged man's expression changed, his nerves tensed like a bowstring, and his arm, like a slippery eel, tried to pull back from Lu Chen's grasp.

Lu Chen's muscles bulged instantly, his large hands gripping the middle-aged man's wrist tightly, as if cast in iron, and then he suddenly exerted force.

"Snap!"

His arm was crushed by Lu Chen!

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply, his palms were covered in sweat, but he seemed to feel no pain. His face trembled slightly, and he didn't even let out a scream or groan.

A short sword had appeared in his left hand without his noticing. Instead of stabbing at Lu Chen, he slashed off his own arm and then retreated abruptly.

Lu Chen admired his decisive actions.

He threw the severed arm he was holding directly at the middle-aged man.

"Here you go!"

The middle-aged man's face was extremely cold and stern, sweat dripping down his face, as he swept his sword across once more.

"boom!"

With a burst of true energy, he blasted the severed arm into a bloody mist.

His figure had already quickly disappeared behind the house.

Lu Chen suddenly appeared behind him.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank to the size of needles as he stared in disbelief at the knife tip protruding from his chest.

Fresh blood flowed gushing down from the wound on the steel knife.

Before he could say anything more, Lu Chen drew his knife.

The middle-aged man's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely lifeless.

[Under the host's influence, Zhao Liu's fate has changed.]

[Life Points +435, Total 14748]

[Luck value +8, total 99]

After killing this person, the others in the Black Kill Pavilion were stunned for a moment when they heard the commotion.

When did the Black Killing Pavilion start having people come to kill us?

"Dare to cause trouble here? You're asking for death!"

A bald, burly man with wide eyes roared, grabbed a thick iron chain hanging around his neck, swung it in a circle, and the meteor hammer at the end sliced ​​through the air, aiming to smash it towards Lu Chen's head.

Behind the bald man, a thin old man quietly raised his hand, and a crossbow, shaped like a full moon, shot out a dark green iron arrow with a "whoosh," almost simultaneously with the meteor hammer.

In the blink of an eye, three figures suddenly appeared from Lu Chen's right side.

Lu Chen chuckled and drew his sword.

"Clang!"

With his sword drawn, Lu Chen's eyes sharpened as he strode forward and slashed down.

Return to the ruins.

The meteor hammer is powerful and heavy, with a whistling sound. Its sharp iron spikes and huge hammer can turn a person into mincemeat with a single blow.

Under Lu Chen's blade, it was cut in half as easily as tofu.

Hidden beneath the iron chain of the meteor hammer is a bright green iron arrow.

The owner of the iron arrow had already revealed a sinister smile.

His underhanded tactics have already killed countless people.

However, Lu Chen raised his left hand and, at the critical moment, grabbed the iron arrow, which was only a fist's distance from his head.

Lu Chen's hands weren't even scratched.

The thin old man was taken aback.

Catching a poisoned arrow with bare hands?

So stupid?

"Fall down, fall down, fall down!"

He chuckled inwardly, but Lu Chen unexpectedly flung the poisoned arrow back at him.

After firing the first arrow, the old man changed his position and hid behind a pillar. He then reloaded the poisoned arrow, never expecting that the arrow would actually curve!

The poisoned arrow pierced his head with a "thud," passing through his back, penetrating the floor, and embedding itself deeply in the soil, leaving a small, round hole.

The old man fell backward, the poison not even having a chance to take effect.

After the bald, burly man retrieved the meteor hammer, he found only half a chain and a person attached to it.

Lu Chen.

His face was full of menacing features, exuding a murderous aura, but at this moment he revealed a look of fear.

"Get out of here!"

He clenched his fist and slammed it at Lu Chen, his fat body rippling.

Lu Chen clenched his left fist and fought back.

"Snap!"

Lu Chen's physique was vastly different from the bald man's, and their strengths also seemed to be vastly different.

The bald man thought so too.

"You want to fight me by brute force without even using a knife? You idiot!"

The bald man thought he was going to die. This person's swordsmanship was so powerful that he could cut his meteor hammer in half with a single strike. He was obviously not an ordinary swordsman.

But what about a fistfight?

He's never lost...

"what!"

A violent scream came from his throat.

Lu Chen's fist was like an iron hammer, shattering the bald man's fist with overwhelming force, breaking his arm bones, and punching all the way to his shoulder, splattering blood mist.

With a flick of the wrist and a gentle slash, the bald man's screams came to an abrupt halt.

A huge head rolled off.

On the right, three figures had already rushed up to Lu Chen.

Swords gleamed, and murderous intent was palpable.

Lu Chen remained calm, flashing a few times and leaving a slowly dissipating afterimage in his place, before slashing at the side with his sword.

"Scatter and surround him!"

Someone shouted and twisted his body to raise his knife to block. The other two reacted quickly as well, one on each side, and surrounded Lu Chen.

A short gun was thrust towards Lu Chen's waist.

The other man's longsword was aimed at Lu Chen's buttocks with extreme malice.

A flash of golden light appeared on Lu Chen's steel blade.

"Ding!"

As the longsword slashed down, even the light seemed to be absorbed by this single strike, dimming for a moment.

He cleaved the opponent's broadsword in two, then cleaved the opponent in half again with remarkable smoothness.

The cut went from the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head all the way to the Huiyin acupoint.

A straight line divided it in two.

The attack from his side had already made Lu Chen feel a stinging sensation on his skin.

Without changing his expression, in that split second when his body was hanging in the balance, he suddenly took a step forward, then quickly turned back and swept his sword across.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two lines of blood appeared on the necks of the two men, who remained in their attacking stances until a moment later, when they staggered and fell to the ground.

Blood spurted high into the air.

[Under the host's influence, the fates of Zhou Biao and the other four have changed.]

[Life Points +3560, Total 18308]

[Luck value +107, total 206]

The place fell silent instantly, with only the hissing sound of blood spurting out able to be heard, which gradually faded away.

Lu Chen flicked his right hand, and the blade traced an arc, the blood on the blade falling to the ground and blooming into vivid flowers.