Chapter 289: He Really Came Back!

The Wild Wolf Gang members were probably taken down by the Jiang brothers, but the Iron Fist Gang members aren't easy to deal with.

Shi Yan said seriously.

"Do you know? Among the Iron Fist Gang who came last time, there were two First-level Force Warriors; even the Jiang brothers, no matter how formidable, aren't their opponents."

"And this time, the people they sent will only be stronger; you just said the killer was a middle-aged man, and he was carrying a knife?"

"Hmm, that's what they all said," the woman said.

"Then it's even less likely to be him."

Shi Yan shook his head repeatedly, and an involuntary look of yearning appeared in his eyes.

"Those who can wield cold weapons are basically mid- to high-level Force Warriors, like the Gym Master of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall; but even he isn't a match, so that person's strength will only be greater, Jiang brothers…"

He paused, nodded, and said, "Indeed, he's very talented; he sensed the Force in just a few days, but that doesn't mean he…

…become a Force Warrior, let alone become a mid- to high-level one. Take my father, my grandfather—they spent half a lifetime, even a whole lifetime, to reach Level Three and Level Four. To become Level Five or higher, it's far from easy!"

"Indeed."

The woman gave a wry smile at the words and said, "I overthought it, but I don't know how that person is now."

"Yeah."

Shi Yan, hearing that, was also moved and put down his chopsticks.

He had known Jiang Cheng for a long time, but their interactions were few.

It was during the final period that he was at a dead end, found the other party, and proposed a deal.

In fact, the other side's character was decent; he even invested in them, sending even the Black Market's Bid Token, thinking that if he ever ran into trouble, he could tell them, and they would likely lend a hand.

What he never expected was that the change came far too quickly.

Jiang Cheng left.

He left so suddenly.

He didn't even have time to say goodbye.

Later, the latter's deeds spread, and he was also shocked; he never imagined that the seemingly modest and courteous youth had dozens of lives on his hands.

Of course, in his view, Jiang Cheng did exactly right; whether Wild Wolf Gang or Iron Fist Gang members, they all should be killed!

Unfortunately, even such a person was forced into having no way out and could only join the Dawn Society.

He had also heard of that organization; as his grandfather put it, it's a terrifying assassin organization that publicly claims to uphold justice, but behind the scenes does anything.

"It's my fault."

He let out a sigh in his heart.

If he had been able to tell the other side about this organization earlier, perhaps they wouldn't have joined.

But now, saying anything is already too late.

Including his family's ancestral Fist Manual, it's probably never going to return to his hands in this lifetime.

Fortunately, the Fist Technique is already deeply ingrained in his mind.

"Wife, let's eat."

Shi Yan snapped back to reality and said.

"Hmm."

The woman nodded.

At that moment, a faint knocking sound suddenly rose from outside the door.

The interior fell silent instantly.

"Dong dong, dong dong."

The knocking continued, each time sounding twice.

"Who is it?"

Shi Yan shouted toward the door, not feeling particularly nervous.

Although at night few people wander about, occasionally someone drops by.

The knocking from outside stopped immediately.

Then, an object slipped in through the lower crack of the door.

"!"

Shi Yan was startled, quickly rose, shielding his wife and daughter behind him, his gaze fixed on the thing that had crawled in through the door crack.

It seemed to be an envelope? Indeed, a brown envelope about three hand-widths across, shoved in from outside, lying quietly behind the door. "Y-you, who are you?"

Shi Yan was bewildered by the scene.

However, no response came from outside, or perhaps the person had already left.

Shi Yan shouted several times in succession, but received no answer.

"Husband, the person outside seems to have left?" the woman asked cautiously.

"Hmm."

Shi Yan nodded, glancing at the envelope on the floor.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still went up.

After all, he is the head of the household.

He couldn't let his wife and daughter come over to inspect the envelope, could he?

"Husband, wait, if there's anything on the envelope, better put on gloves just in case," the woman hurriedly reminded.

"Hmm."

Shi Yan nodded, agreeing it was reasonable.

One must not harbor malicious intent, but must also have a guard against others.

He slipped on gloves with both hands, picked up the envelope on the ground, and immediately felt it was quite heavy.

"Strange? What's inside? And why was it sent to me?"

Shi Yan frowned.

After sending his family away to a safe distance, he tore open the envelope.

He tipped it over.

Two somewhat familiar pamphlets and several stacks of hundred‑yuan bills fell onto the table together.

"!!!"

The woman nearby saw the bright red bills and her breath stopped.

One, two, three, four, five—five stacks of hundred‑yuan bills? Fifty thousand! Unlike her, Shi Yan's gaze was fixed on the two thin pamphlets on the table, both startled and delighted.

He was pleased because he recognized those two pamphlets as the ancestral Fist Technique, the Broken Jade Fist's Fist Manual.

He was shocked that those two pamphlets should have been in Jiang Cheng's hands. Why were they in this envelope? Had they been slipped through the door crack?

Could it be that he, startled, sprinted to the doorway, pulled the latch, opened the big door, and looked around.

But what met his eyes was only pitch‑black night; there was not even a half‑shadow of a person.

Shi Yan, unwilling to accept it, ran out again; the woman startled, quickly chased after him to ask what had happened. Shi Yan looked around once more, confirmed there was truly no one, and felt deep regret.

He had already guessed that the person who knocked on the door earlier was Jiang Cheng! But Jiang Cheng was too cowardly to open the door, so he could only slip the envelope containing the Fist Manual into the house and then left.

Back inside, after closing the door, the woman looked at the items on the table, realized something, and asked, "Is… is it him?"

"Hmm."

Shi Yan nodded heavily, and two streams of hot tears fell from his eyes.

He understood that this time it was truly a final parting; from now on, the two of them likely had no chance to meet again.

Therefore, the other party also placed fifty thousand yuan inside the envelope.

But he still had some words left unsaid.

For example, to warn the other side that the Dawn Society is an Assassin Organization; staying inside it leads to no good end, so one should find an exit early.

But he never got another chance to voice those words.

In the night.

A car drove along the road.

In the driver's seat, Jiang Cheng's expression was calm, his gaze fixed ahead.

He didn't want to cause trouble for the other party, so he chose not to meet.

The path of the jianghu is long,

but, all roads eventually converge.

One day, the two will meet again.

Hope that then, Yan Nation will have calm seas and clear rivers, and enjoy everlasting peace.

(End of Chapter)