Chapter 329: I Am Their Retribution!

Under Jinglei's guidance, Su Men pushed the gate and entered the small courtyard.

"Arrived?"

A gentle yet slightly hoarse voice came from under the tree in the corner.

Su Ming looked up.

Under the old locust tree stood a stone table.

Three elderly men in Zhongshan jackets were seated together.

There were no guards, no secretary.

Even Jinglei, who escorted him in, only stopped at the courtyard gate.

He didn't step a single foot inside.

Su Men strode forward to stand before the few men.

The one on the left had hair speckled with white.

Wearing black‑rimmed glasses, he was pinching a black piece in his hand, pondering over the chessboard.

The one on the right was burly.

Even while seated, he resembled an iron tower, his face covered with flabby flesh.

A fierce old scar marked the corner of his left eye, and he was impatiently shaking his leg.

The man in the middle appeared the most unremarkable.

Thin, gaunt.

Like a piece of dry wood about to burn out.

He was leisurely heating a teacup, his movements flowing like clouds and water.

A charm that steadies the Human Heart.

The one who just spoke was him.

Seeing the others ignore him, Su Ming was not polite either.

He carelessly pulled out the Unique empty chair and plopped down.

"Gentlemen, at this late hour, aren't you staying up to cultivate?"

While speaking, he reached for the teapot on the table.

Bang!

A hand covered in old calluses shot out like lightning and pressed on the teapot lid.

It was the burly elder with a scar on his face.

He stared with a pair of copper‑bell large eyes, fixed on Su Ming.

The fierce blood‑slaying aura erupted without reservation!

In an instant.

Su Ming felt he was not facing a single person.

It was a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea!

It was ten thousand blades drawn simultaneously!

This momentum…

Su Ming raised an eyebrow.

He used no tools, nor any technique.

Purely a killing surge?

This old man, the blood on his hand…

Probably not less than his own!

And moreover.

It was before the current chaotic era!

"Kid."

The burly elder grinned.

"Having a blast killing in Sakura Country?"

"You raised the family's millennia‑old legacy; aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Su Ming smiled.

He didn't pull his hand away; instead, he clasped that big hand with his other hand, applying a slight force.

Clack—

The stone table let out a groan.

"Retribution?"

Su Ming leaned forward.

Those eyes, glowing faintly, stared directly into the other's eyes.

"I am their retribution."

Their gazes met.

The air seemed to solidify.

Even the wind in the courtyard halted.

"Hahaha! Good! Good one, you are retribution!"

After a three‑second stalemate, the burly elder suddenly withdrew his hand.

He laughed skyward, shaking the leaves loose from the trees.

"I told you this kid is a wolf cub, not like those soft‑leg shrimp who go limp the moment they see our calves!"

"World's Number One? I approve!"

He slapped Su Ming's shoulder with tremendous force.

"Let me introduce myself: I'm Lao Li, in charge of the military department."

"If later you see anyone you dislike, just tell me, and I'll give you a Character Tiles, and we'll shell his mother!"

"Lao Li, be more refined."

The gaunt old man in the middle shook his head helplessly.

He lifted the teapot and poured a cup for Su Ming.

The tea was orange‑red; its fragrance wasn't strong, yet it pierced the Human Heart.

"Chen Rang!"

The old man pointed to himself, his voice flat.

"He is the Gate keeper of the Hidden Dragon Abyss."

"He is also, in name only, the director of the Anomaly Bureau."

Those simple two sentences made Su Ming squint slightly.

This unassuming‑looking old man…

Turns out he's the director of the Anomaly Management Bureau headquarters?!

Chen Rang didn't mind Su Ming's reaction.

He again pointed at the bespectacled old man still staring at the chessboard, as if oblivious to the outside world.

"That's Lao Zhao, in charge of the purse and logistics."

Su Ming still said nothing.

Because…

He saw it again!

The three seemingly ordinary old men before him were each linked by a dotted line!

The burly Lao Li was entwined with countless blood‑red chains.

The seemingly frail Lao Zhao was surrounded by golden counting rods.

And the one in the middle, Chen Rang…

The most terrifying!

All around him was a pitch‑black abyss!

A scar‑scarred illusory golden dragon coiled above him, its claws gripping him tightly.

It seems like…

Using one's body as a prison?!

In other words.

This person appears to be bearing the corrosion from an unknown source on behalf of the wounded golden dragon!