Chapter 410: Cannot dispel the hatred in my heart, a thick look of resentment

"Spare your lives?" Su Hang snorted coldly, "If I don't kill you, I cannot dispel the hatred in my heart. Why did you come to find me tonight?"

The two looked at each other, and one of them gritted his teeth, "We were ordered by the Cult Leader to capture the Young Master!"

After speaking, one of them had a cold light flashing in his hand, and a short blade was already held across his own neck, "If the Young Master wants to kill me, please do it."

Su Hang frowned; he hadn't expected that they were actually coming for him.

It seemed that these black-clad people were the ones who had ambushed and intercepted them outside the restaurant yesterday.

But why was the Demonic Cult so persistent in killing him?

"Your Demonic Cult has always acted in an overbearing and cruel manner, killing the innocent without asking right from wrong. You can even do such things; do you really treat the Wu Lin Alliance Leader as a decoration?" Su Hang asked.

The two black-clad people wore bitter expressions, "We were just following orders; we hope the Young Master will spare our lives!"

Su Hang sneered. Although he was young, he was, after all, an expert; how could he be understood by ordinary mortals?

Didn't the people of the Demonic Cult rely on their own skills to act overbearingly?

In this world, it was always the one with the hardest fists who had the final say.

"You may go."

After a long silence, Su Hang sighed, "Tell that Cult Leader of yours that I will personally seek an explanation from him regarding this matter!"

The two black-clad people paused and looked at each other, clearly somewhat surprised. Why did this young man let them go?

However, they didn't dare to hesitate and hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, "Thank you, Young Master, for your magnanimity. My brother and I will definitely convey the Young Master’s exact words to the Cult Leader."

The two kowtowed three times and were just about to get up and leave when they suddenly stopped. One of them turned his head to look at Liu Mengyao beside them, then looked at Su Hang, "Young Master, she..."

"You go first." Su Hang waved his hand.

Hearing this, the two finally let out a long sigh of relief and quickly disappeared into the night.

"What are you doing? Let me go... Mmph!"

Miao Ling struggled, wanting to break free from the restraint, but Su Hang held her too tightly, and she simply couldn't break free.

"You just said you wanted to kill me?" Su Hang asked.

Miao Ling’s pretty face flushed red, filled with shame and anger.

However, Su Hang exerted force with his palm, and Miao Ling immediately became obedient.

Su Hang smiled indifferently, "Don't worry, I don't intend to hurt you; I don't have that much free time!"

Soon, after he released Miao Ling, he returned to his room in the inn.

Miao Ling clutched her neck and coughed twice, her face full of resentment. This guy surnamed Su actually dared to toy with her; he was truly damnable!

"Deputy Flag Master, this guy is simply too bullying; he actually dared to toy with you."

Beside Miao Ling, a black-clad girl said indignantly. Just now, she had wanted to step forward to help her Deputy Flag Master, but unfortunately, her Wu Gong was too weak, and she couldn't intervene at all.

"Hmph!"

Miao Ling snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes filled with a thick look of resentment, "Daring to toy with this seat, once I go back and report to the Cult Leader, I will definitely have him torn into ten thousand pieces!"

"Deputy Flag Master, that guy..."

The black-clad girl hesitated, as if she had some concerns.

Miao Ling glanced at her coldly, "If you have something to say, say it. Stuttering like that, no wonder you’ve only been a guard for so many years, you trash!"

"I..."

Being scolded as trash, the black-clad girl’s face immediately showed anger, but in the end, she didn't talk back to Miao Ling, only muttered a sentence.

"This guy is indeed a bit strange. Even if the two of us join forces, we might not necessarily win against him. Should we retreat first?"

Miao Ling glared at her, but she couldn't deny that Su Hang was really powerful.

At the moment, there was no other way, so they had to leave one after another.

On the other side, Zhang Zhang Wuji was currently sitting on the roof, looking up at the sky, countless emotions surging in his heart.

Once upon a time, Zhang Zhang Wuji was the most eye-catching genius youth in the Wu Lin, hailed as a peerless prodigy of the century, both in talent and martial skills.

However, because of the accidental passing of his parents, he developed a hope of wanting to find the murderer.

It was just that he had his own responsibilities now; he was the Young Master of the Ming Cult, shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Demonic Cult, and besides, his parents’ enemies were within the sect gates; he could not ignore it.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhang Wuji stood up, preparing to go back. Suddenly, he discovered someone sneaking near here.

Secretly startled, Zhang Zhang Wuji hurriedly concealed his aura and quietly followed.

Soon, he tracked the black-clad person’s trail. The black-clad person came to the door sneakily, poked their head in for a long while, and then tiptoed inside.

Zhang Zhang Wuji followed and snuck in, sticking to the corner of the wall and pressing against the window. Observing the guest room through a crack in the window, he saw that the black-clad person was rummaging for something.

Zhang Zhang Wuji felt some confusion in his heart, but decided to watch first.

After a long while, the black-clad person pulled a bundle from under the bed, placed it on the table, and then hurriedly left.

Zhang Zhang Wuji frowned slightly, reached out, and opened the bundle, only to find that the bundle actually contained a medicinal pill and a letter.

The envelope had already been torn open, and inside were only a few words: "Tomorrow at noon, deliver the goods at the North City pier."

"Deliver goods at the pier?" Zhang Zhang Wuji was stunned. Was this letter a rhythm for him to keep an appointment?

However, this letter wrote the address for the transaction, not some place for exchange. Zhang Zhang Wuji guessed that there should be a mole within the Ming Cult.