Chapter 1612: Squad Annihilation

The Sword Light whistled, and the several arms condensed by the Demon Eye were severed by Chen Yu one by one.

He could not help but stagger back a few steps, then he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

Before he could react, the Sword Qi condensed by Ye Chen flashed across his neck.

A line of blood appeared on his neck; Chisong fell to his knees on the ground, looking at Chen Yu in disbelief, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud, and immediately a stream of light shot into the sky.

This was his soul, attempting to flee, but unfortunately, Chen Yu would not give him another chance; as Li Chen released a Sword Light, a scream came from mid-air, and that remnant soul was slashed into nothingness by a single sword strike.

As of now, this Onmyoji squad was completely annihilated.

The mercenary squad's gaze toward Chen Yu had changed; there was shock, there was admiration, and even a hint of... fear.

Before meeting Chen Yu, they considered themselves a squad that would never be defeated in a hundred battles, but after arriving in Fusang, they felt the difficulty of the mission was immense.

Moreover, if not for Chen Yu tonight, their entire squad would likely have been wiped out at the villa.

And these two strongest Onmyoji, their power was fundamentally unable to harm the other party, yet Chen Yu had solved the opponent without any effort, which gave them a brand-new understanding of the lack of healing power.

"Mr. Chen, we... from now on, we will all listen to you." Yi slowly walked forward and said to Chen Yu earnestly.

Yi's gaze no longer held hesitation; he knew that no matter when, attaching themselves to a strong person was a fortunate thing for them.

At least, this strong person was not their enemy, and Chen Yu had also promised that he would make them stronger.

"Alright, haha, you all go back, we will meet another day."

In a flash, several days had passed, and Qishu's new shop opened again in Chinatown.

This day was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and the lion dance troupe began amidst the noisy gongs, drums, and firecrackers.

Qishu's reputation in Chinatown was passable; his previous shop had been burned down, but with the help of many friends, his new shop opened very quickly.

Qishu wore a long robe, his face glowing with health, greeting those who came to offer congratulations at the entrance.

Chen Yu was also among the invitees; he came along with the other guests to join in the excitement, but he did not know many people here, so he just drank tea in a corner and did not go over to join the bustle.

"Mr. Chen, I am truly sorry, I haven't taken good care of you today." After Qishu received a batch of guests, he hurried over to Chen Yu's table to apologize.

"It's fine, Qishu, go ahead and get busy." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Alright, alright, I will toast you at the grand banquet." Qishu nodded hurriedly, then ran off to entertain guests.

With the new shop opening, the shop inevitably had to prepare a few decent items; Chen Yu looked at them one by one, among which there was no lack of masterpieces by Ming and Qing dynasty calligraphers and painters, especially items from the Qing Palace.

Thinking back to Qishu's shop before, where there were almost no real collections, Chen Yu wanted to laugh, but this time, Qishu had really spent a fortune.

At least these few items used for show were the real deal, not fakes.

Originally everything was going smoothly, and the shop was quite lively, however, at this moment, a few uninvited guests arrived.

Huang Hong brought a group of people; this guy had already had a falling out with Qishu last time, so coming this time was definitely not to offer congratulations.

"Chairman Huang, what a great honor, I truly failed to welcome you from afar." Qishu smiled and greeted him, although in his heart he had greeted this guy's ancestors for eight generations, he still had to keep up appearances on the surface—who let Huang Hong be the chairman of the Chinese Association?

"Qishu, I didn't come here today to offer congratulations; just don't curse me later." Huang Hong's face was still smiling, but the words he spoke were already completely impolite.

Of course, he did not come to congratulate Qishu on the opening of the new shop; before, when Qishu's shop was burned down, Huang Hong's contribution was not lacking, and today he came specifically to stir up trouble.

"Of course not, Chairman Huang, no matter what your purpose is, I welcome you." Qishu said with a smile.

"That's good, Qishu is indeed a magnanimous person." Huang Hong nodded heavily, then he laughed: "Qishu, your new shop is opening, logically speaking, I should offer congratulations."

"However, you seem to be not following the rules here, so today there might be people coming to smash the place; when the time comes, you just handle it yourself."

The threat in Huang Hong's words was undisguised; he had almost explicitly stated that someone would definitely come to make trouble today.

"My shop is a legitimate business, all procedures are complete; Chairman Huang, even if you have great influence, you can't just talk nonsense like this, right?" Qishu snorted coldly: "And in broad daylight, I'd like to see who dares to come and make trouble."

"Is that so? Then Qishu, just wait and see, haha." Huang Hong laughed loudly.

Just at this moment, a group of men with tattoos rushed in, pushed over the surrounding flower baskets, and then began cursing at the people in the shop; what was meant to come, finally came.

"Santai Association?" Qishu's expression changed; opening a shop here in Chinatown, of course, one could not bypass the Santai Association.

But he had gone over there to pay his respects before, and he considered his relationship with them to be passable; with his shop opening, they shouldn't come to make trouble.

But looking at these dozen or so people in front of him, they were clearly here to make trouble.

"Gentlemen..." One of Qishu's clerks went up to meet them.

"Get lost..." A man slapped him across the face, sending the clerk flying; the clerk's mouth was streaming with blood.

Qishu's few clerks were furious, stood up and blocked their path, and it looked like the two sides were about to clash.

"Gentlemen, anything can be discussed; today is the happy day of my new shop opening, if you have anything to say to me, if there is any dissatisfaction, tell me."

Seeing the situation about to escalate, Qishu hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

For one, today was not a good day for a conflict, and for another, the other party was from the Santai Association; if a conflict really broke out, it would truly be bad for his side.

"Hehe, you know who we are, right?" The leading man showed off the tattoo on his muscle, took a puff of his cigarette, and blew a smoke ring at Qishu.

This action of his was very impolite, even with the intention of humiliation, but Qishu swallowed his anger and walked up with a smile: "I know, you gentlemen are from the Santai Association."

"I am very familiar with your Hall Master Sanye; we often drink together, and today for my opening, I have already sent word to him; gentlemen, do you think there might be some misunderstanding between us?"

Qishu walked up and smiled: "How about this, you gentlemen go inside and sit for a while, have a cup of tea, and allow me to make a call to your Hall Master Sanye to discuss it; there must be some misunderstanding in the middle of this."