Chapter 509: Town Prefect!

After Jiang Feng handed Bu Ye Cheng over to Nanxi, he returned to the Su Family.

On the other side, Ying Mou Palm Seat directly left Jiangnan and went to Kyoto.

Kyoto's night is completely different from Jiangnan.

Kyoto's night is dry, carrying the smell of dust and metal, and the wind bears a murderous aura.

Ying Mou Palm Seat's figure darts through the night, fast as a black lightning.

He wears that black robe embroidered with dark red patterns, appearing faintly in the moonlight, like a drifting ghost.

He passed through several avenues, turned into a few alleys, and finally arrived at an old hutong district.

This place is completely different from Kyoto's bustling commercial district; there are no skyscrapers, no neon lights, only rows of gray brick and tile old‑style courtyard houses.

The hutong is narrow, only allowing two people to walk side by side; the Path is paved with Green Stone Slab, aged and polished smooth and shiny.

The moonlight shines on the Green Stone Slab, reflecting a cool radiance.

Ying Mou Palm Seat stopped outside a massive courtyard house.

This courtyard house is larger than those around it, covering at least over a thousand square meters.

The courtyard wall is high, about three meters, topped with glazed tiles that glimmer dimly in the moonlight.

The main gate is vermilion, studded with copper nails, and its door hinges are a pair of copper lions, crafted with great precision.

The doorway has no light nor any person, appearing as an ordinary residence.

But Ying Mou Palm Seat knows that every corner of this residence hides murderous intent.

Ying Mou Palm Seat's figure silently merges into the night, lightly leaping to scale the courtyard wall.

His movement is light, as light as a falling leaf, making no sound.

As soon as his Foot touches the ground, four or five agile figures emerge from the shadows.

They wear black tight suits, their faces covered with black cloth, exposing only a pair of eyes. Their movements are swift, instantly surrounding Ying Mou Palm Seat in the center.

The leader's Gloomy Face, with a strong aura, has eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He blocks in front of Ying Mou Palm Seat, speaking in a low Tone.

"Who are you, daring to trespass here!"

Ying Mou Palm Seat says nothing, merely pulls a token from his chest and tosses it over.

The token is entirely blood‑red, engraved with a complex pattern, emitting an eerie red glow in the moonlight.

The leader catches the token, looks down, and his Pupils suddenly contract.

His Gloomy Face instantly changes; the earlier hostility and vigilance vanish, replaced by a respectful expression.

He holds the token with both hands, returns it to Ying Mou Palm Seat, and bows, saying.

"So it is the Palm Seat Lord of Broken Swan Tower! I, the subordinate, was blind, offending you; please forgive my transgression!"

Ying Mou Palm Seat takes the token, puts it back into his chest, and says coldly.

"I want to see the Town Prefect, sir."

At these words, that man's Gloomy Face changes abruptly, and he immediately asks.

"Is there some problem with the assassination mission?"

Ying Mou Palm Seat nods, saying nothing.

The man's brows knit tightly, daring not to speak further, hurriedly steps aside, making a gesture of invitation.

"Sir has not rested yet, Palm Seat Lord, please!"

Ying Mou Palm Seat strides forward, those few people follow behind, keeping a certain distance, not daring to get too close.

At the end of the Corridor stands a main hall.

The main hall is vast, over a Hundred square meters, its roof high, beams thick, carved with exquisite patterns. The floor is laid with Metal bricks, each polished smooth as a mirror.

The hall is brightly lit, dozens of huge Palace Lanterns hanging from the beams, illuminating the entire hall as bright as daylight.

In the exact center of the hall hangs a massive Kyoto map.

The map is huge, almost covering the whole wall, marking every street, building, and important location in Kyoto.

A burly middle‑aged man stands before the map, his back to Ying Mou Palm Seat.

He wears a dark brocade robe, a Jade Belt at his waist, and his hair is bound atop his head with a Jade Hairpin.

His silhouette is broad and steady, standing there like a mountain.

Ying Mou Palm Seat enters the room, bows deeply, his respect reaching the utmost.

"Salutations to the Town Prefect, sir!"

His voice is not loud, yet it echoes in the spacious hall, sounding especially clear.

Hearing this, the middle‑aged man slowly turns around.

His face is square, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, a high nose bridge, slightly thick lips, appearing in his forties.

But his gaze is deep, like two bottomless ancient wells, revealing no emotion.

He looks at Ying Mou Palm Seat, gives a faint smile, his Tone relaxed, as if greeting an old friend.

"Oh, so it's Little Eagle who has come."

His voice is not loud, yet powerful; each word seems forced from his chest, carrying an intangible pressure.

"What is it, any good news to tell me?"

Being able to address him as Ying Mou Palm Seat indicates this person's status is unfathomable.

Ying Mou Palm Seat is one of the Four Great Palm Seats of Broken Swan Tower, a figure who commands the winds and rains in the Assassin World, a presence that strikes terror into countless people.

Yet before this middle‑aged man, he dares not show any temper, not even look up directly.

Ying Mou Palm Seat falls briefly silent, organizes his words, then speaks, his voice tinged with a hint of self‑reproach.

"Sir, our mission has failed."

The middle-aged man's smile stiffened slightly, but he gave no big reaction, just quietly watching Ying Mou Palm Seat, waiting for him to continue.

Ying Mou Palm Seat took a deep breath and continued.

"Broke a Jade Seal, more than ten Golden Seals, and even lost a Bu Ye Cheng."

At those words, the man jerked his head upward.

His gaze was cold and fierce, staring at Ying Mou Palm Seat as if two knives were thrust straight into him.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped to freezing; the light of those dozens of Palace Lanterns seemed to dim a few points.

Ying Mou Palm Seat felt an invisible pressure bearing down, like a mountain pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Sweat beads seeped from his forehead, yet he dared not wipe them nor move, just bowed his head low and stood there.

After a long while, the middle-aged man finally spoke, his Tone cold, as cold as winter wind.

"So, Palm Seat sir, are you here to demand compensation from me?"

His voice was not loud, but each word struck Ying Mou Palm Seat's heart like a nail.

Ying Mou Palm Seat's body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said.

"I dare not. The subordinate is only here to report the situation to you, please make a decision."

The middle-aged man looked at him; the chill in his eyes eased a bit, yet remained cold.

He turned, walked back to the map, turned his back to Ying Mou Palm Seat, and remained silent for a long time.

The hall was terrifyingly quiet, only the faint sound of candles burning.

After a while, the middle-aged man spoke again, his voice recovered to a calm tone.

"That Jiang Feng, is he really that strong?"

Ying Mou Palm Seat quickly replied.

"The subordinate once sparred with him and was at a disadvantage. His strength is at least not below the subordinate's."

The middle-aged man's brows twitched slightly, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

Ying Mou Palm Seat continued.

"Moreover, he has Mastery of a very strange power. The subordinate Doubt that it is Law Power…"

The middle-aged man's Pupils contracted sharply.

He abruptly turned, stared at Ying Mou Palm Seat, his eyes full of shock.

"Law Power? Are you certain?"