redvbooks Chapter 307 - 252: The Wen Family Bloodline—Leave None Alive!
Chapter 307 - 252: The Wen Family Bloodline—Leave None Alive!
On the street opposite the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, the crowd was bustling, and the noise rose and fell like a chaotic torrent.
However, as pedestrians’ footsteps approached the territory of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
The noisy voices of these ordinary pedestrians suddenly lowered a few degrees, as if an invisible force was intimidating them.
Making all passing pedestrians walk in an orderly manner, even their breathing seemed cautious.
In Mingxin Prefecture, no one dared to be reckless on the premises of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, as if it was shrouded in an insurmountable authority.
Because outside the gates of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, there were dozens of robust men standing like iron statues on either side of the entrance, with upright postures and eyes like knives.
The muscles on these robust men’s arms were gnarled, their breath steady as a mountain.
Their eyes appeared extremely unfriendly and indifferent, all carrying a chilling pressure.
Clearly, these gatekeeping strong men are not ordinary people, but martial artists trained in martial arts.
Passersby occasionally cast a respectful glance, but dared not linger, hurrying past.
Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, this seemingly boundless elegant pavilion.
In fact, it hides unfathomable power, so much that most people in Mingxin Prefecture are afraid and apprehensive of it.
Rumor even has it that the behind-the-scenes owner of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower is the Prefect’s younger brother.
With this connection, the status of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower becomes even more transcendent, and no one dares to easily offend its authority.
Those who have once lost control due to drink, recklessly attempting to cause trouble here.
Often, before they could stir up any waves, they were quietly taken away by the authorities and escorted to the prefecture.
Waiting for these troublemakers is not only a cold prison but endless suffering and torment.
This rumor is widespread in the city, and although no one dares to openly discuss it, it is enough to inspire awe for the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
Just at this moment, five figures suddenly appeared on the street opposite the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
The leading two were burly, with fierce eyes and unceremoniously pushed through the crowd blocking their way.
Following that, the movements of these five were swift and decisive, imbued with an indisputable arrogance that drew curious but fearful glances from passersby.
Unable to help themselves, the surrounding crowd cleared a path, their eyes tinged with curiosity and fear, whispering guesses about their origins.
In this way, their group forcefully carved out a wide path amidst the bustling street.
Soon, the steps of these five were rapid and purposeful, directly heading for the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
Outside the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, those robust men standing by the entrance also seemed to sense the anomaly, directing their eyes simultaneously towards these five figures.
Immediately, the aura of these robust men subtly gathered, as if they were ready to take action at any moment.
Instantly, an invisible tension quietly spread through the air.
"Sheng, wait!" Among those robust men, a deep and hurried voice suddenly sounded in the surroundings.
The speaker was a seemingly ordinary man, yet his gaze revealed a hint of alertness.
He swiftly grabbed the arm of another man beside him, lowered his voice and said, "Look at the clothes on those few people... seems like they belong to that organization!"
The man who was grabbed furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing this, his gaze scanning the five figures approaching like a hunting hawk.
His sight landed on their attire, his pupils suddenly shrinking, and his expression grew grave.
"Indeed..." he murmured lowly, his tone carrying a touch of dread, "I didn’t expect them to appear here."
The robes on those five were particularly striking, most noticeable of all was the embroidered black bird emblem on their garments.
That black bird emblem was vivid and lifelike, with feathers as detailed as real, with eyes sharp as arrows.
As if it might at any moment flap its wings and soar from the robes, carrying a sacred and majestic aura.
The man referred to as Sheng, his expression instantly became more serious, even subtly revealing a hint of dread.
Clearly, he deeply understands the significance behind this black bird emblem.
Undoubtedly, in this Mingxin Prefecture capital, only those eligible to wear robes embroidered with the black bird emblem are.
The Profound Bird Guard within the capital — those lofty, mysterious martial artists.
Profound Bird Guard is the most unique existence within Mingxin Prefecture, able to even command the Prefect.
Yet. These mysterious Profound Bird Guards rarely appear, much less intervene in secular disputes.
However, when they do appear before the eyes of the world, it signifies extremely important matters afoot.
At this time, several more robust men sensed the anomaly.
Their gazes swiftly met, exchanging a glance.
Subsequently, their amassed aura suddenly withdrew, as if it had never existed.
The previously tense atmosphere outside the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower slightly eased, everything seemed to return to calm.
Yet the continued approach of those five figures made this calm appear especially fragile.
The man just referred to as "Sheng" was the head enforcer at the gate of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
His entire martial cultivation had reached Marrow Refining Realm Perfection, his strength immeasurable.
His eyes were sharp, his demeanor steady, he raised a hand to signal for those behind him to not be hasty, saying softly, "You people, don’t be in a hurry to take action, let me ask them first."