Chapter 630

Informant?!

Lao Huli's expression changed.

Is the opponent targeting the Phoenix Organization?

"I—I don't know what you're talking about. I'm the Regimental Commander of the Fox Caravan…"

Sssss!

A black flash—Lao Huli's arm flew high into the air.

Blood splattered, spilling onto the ground.

Pupils contracting, Lao Huli let out a shrill scream; the distant torches suddenly halted and surged toward this spot.

Who is the Phoenix Organization's informant here?

Fang Yue said calmly, repeating it.

Feeling the pain of his severed arm, Lao Huli glared at Fang Yue with venomous hatred, gritting his teeth: "... I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"I only have one-way contact with the Phoenix Organization through living creatures; messages are transmitted via these creatures."

"What kind of living creature?"

Fang Yue had assumed it was something like a homing pigeon.

But unexpectedly, under Lao Huli's hint, Fang Yue discovered a golden silk toad.

"Write the intelligence or request on paper, then feed it to the golden silk toad; the other golden silk toad will receive the message. By the same logic, if the other side sends a message, I receive it immediately."

After learning of Fang Yue's cruelty and brutality, Lao Huli became unexpectedly compliant, answering every question. After all... he didn't want to lose another arm—or face death directly.

"So you've never met your informant?"

"Correct."

"... Write a letter, saying you want to meet him."

"Useless. The informant can't possibly meet you—the Phoenix Organization is extremely cautious about this."

"Then it depends on how well you write your letter. Use your imagination."

Fang Yue smiled, then added, watching the torches gathering outside the tent: "I'll give you one minute. Stay inside the tent and think hard about what words will draw out the informant. Otherwise, tonight, not only will you die, but every member of the Fox Caravan will die."

Lao Huli knew Fang Yue wasn't bluffing.

Because as Fang Yue rushed out, the Human Soul Torches rushing toward them were extinguishing one after another at incredible speed.

Along with the extinguishing torches came the screams and cries for help from his clan members.

Clearly, none of these people outside were a match for the black-clad masked figure!

"Where did this expert suddenly come from? Though the Fox Caravan has angered many, we've never openly provoked a force like this—and he came straight for the Phoenix Organization..."

"Looks like he's an enemy of the Phoenix Organization!"

Lao Huli understood now, but his face twisted in bitterness.

Had he known this would happen, he never would've sent half his Shaowei tribe to ambush the Great Sun Caravan.

Now the Fox Caravan's defenses were hollowed out, exploited by an intruder—and now they faced annihilation. Lao Huli's heart trembled.

He had spent years building the Fox Caravan—using every trick, every shady method, forcing his way through as an outsider, carving out a foothold in Chunuan City, biting off a piece of meat from its fixed market.

All this effort, all these clan members—now being destroyed by Fang Yue. How could Lao Huli not feel agony?

He found emergency medicine, bound his severed arm, and shouted desperately to the masked figure, begging for mercy.

But it was useless. The masked figure moved like an emotionless reaper, gliding through the crowd; vast numbers of Human Soul Torches fell, went dark. Soon, the area before the tent fell utterly silent.

This group of guards had all been slaughtered by the masked figure in mere moments.

Ssshh—

Lao Huli sucked in a sharp breath; when he looked up again, his face was filled with disbelief.

At this moment, he almost felt relieved he'd sent half his forces to Great Sun Caravan.

Otherwise, if all of them had stayed here and faced this unstoppable masked figure, it would've been true total annihilation.

Guards farther away noticed the commotion and were rushing toward this spot.

But their numbers were already far fewer than the first group.

Lao Huli shouted for them not to come—but the masked figure clamped a hand over his mouth and threw him back into the tent.

"Have you figured out how to lure out the informant?"

"..."

"Time's up—exactly one minute. If you fail, I'll kill you, wipe out your entire clan, and erase the Fox Caravan from Chunuan City forever. But if you succeed, I might consider sparing your life—or leaving the Fox Caravan intact."

Lao Huli's face flushed with fury as he glared at Fang Yue: "Do you swear you'll keep your word?"

"I'm only considering whether to leave a survivor—your performance will decide. Understand this... you have no choice."

Fang Yue's words made Lao Huli's face turn ashen.

Since bringing his clan to Chunuan City, starting from nothing and building up through plunder, no one had ever spoken to him like this—no one had ever driven him to such a desperate corner!

Only this man. Only this masked figure.

Lao Huli's face turned livid, his whole body trembling with rage.

The masked figure knew his methods—because they were his own!

He never imagined one day, these very tactics would be turned against him.

The environment of Chunuan City was perfect for outsider development.

The unchecked nights gave them space to grow, to operate freely.

Outsiders were never skilled at management—they excelled at plunder.

Plundering others' achievements, plundering others' resources, to grow stronger themselves.

This is one of the key reasons the Fox Merchant Caravan has been able to develop so rapidly along the way.

It's as if taking a shortcut will bring about retribution.

The masked man before them is the Fox Merchant Caravan's retribution!

Lao Huli clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth: "I'll write it!"

Lao Huli did indeed have a way to lure out the 'contact' for a meeting, but whether that person was truly the contact, and whether there was a trap, were things beyond his control.

Lao Huli had originally wanted to use some suggestive wording to tip off the Phoenix Organization, but with Fang Yue watching him like a hawk beside him, he could only switch to another trick.

Once Lao Huli finished writing, Fang Yue immediately took the letter, glanced at it, and his brow furrowed deeply.

"What script is this?"

"It's the tribal script of my Short-Tailed Fox clan."

"Can the Phoenix Organization read it? Do you normally use this script to communicate?"

"Yes, this special script is convenient for keeping things secret and won't be deciphered by outsiders."

Fang Yue narrowed his eyes.

"Translate it for me—what does it say?"

"The person has been captured, requesting a meeting for handover."

The person has been captured?

Fang Yue's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression darkened.

Had they captured another medicine person to deliver to the Phoenix Organization?

"Who did you capture? How will the handover be done, and where will you meet?"

"... What was captured is the eldest miss of the Great Sun Merchant Caravan, Yang Hongxia. Right now my men are still on their way to make the capture, but snatching the person shouldn't be an issue. Once they return, you'll have a bargaining chip in hand and can take our place meeting the Phoenix Organization's contact. As for where to meet, it generally depends on the other side's reply—there isn't a fixed location. Sometimes it's within the city, sometimes even outside."

What?!

(End of chapter)