Chapter 110: Not Enough! (Extra Update from the Captain 2)

The moment Yan Kang Shi died, his few guards immediately lost their minds, reckless and desperate, charging into the fray.

But unfortunately, none of them had reached the sixth level of cultivation; lacking protective qi to shield their bodies, they faced a barrage of crossbow bolts at close range and the onslaught of over a dozen large-caliber firearms. Soon, they were gravely wounded and then killed.

With all threats eliminated, the remaining members of the Stone Extermination Alliance swiftly cleaned the battlefield, gathering their fallen comrades’ bodies and sending them to the crematorium.

The injured were loaded onto the convoy, which then departed in another direction.

Su Jingxing watched all this unfold. He descended from the mountain and reached the three-way junction, where he picked up a card.

Especially when he found Yan Kang Shi’s, the instant he grasped it, he accessed the information.

Confirming it was a bloodline card, he withdrew it into his palm space.

Then, he employed lightness skill to pursue the convoy carrying the wounded members of the Stone Extermination Alliance, keeping a measured distance behind them.

The convoy sped straight toward the northern part of the city, entering the suburban factories, and drove into an underground warehouse.

Su Jingxing accelerated to his fastest pace, following the vehicles closely, slipping through the gate, and entering a spacious, brightly lit underground chamber.

The convoy stopped, where some people were already waiting, pulling carts to transport all the wounded for treatment.

An egg-shaped-faced woman removed her hood and approached the others, her expression serious as she asked, “So, have you informed that person about the ambush? Did you tell him we’ve killed Yan Kang Shi?”

“We’ve already sent a message, but the great master hasn’t replied,” answered a round-faced young girl.

“Isn’t that big shot still at the scene?” a disheveled young man scratched his head and chimed in, “If he really went to watch in person.”

“I’m afraid he didn’t go,” sighed a crew-cut young man standing nearby.

“Xixi, before your ambush, did you notice anything unusual around?” asked a middle-aged woman with glasses, pushing them up her nose.

“No,” shook her head the egg-shaped-faced woman. “We arrived half an hour early to set up the ambush, but found nothing.”

“So, does that mean he never showed up? Is he deceiving us?”

A man in his thirties, missing an ear, grew agitated and flailed his hands, shouting, “He’s deceiving us! He told us to kill Yan Kang Shi, and now Yan Kang Shi’s dead, but over twenty of us have also died, even Old Huang is seriously injured, yet he hasn’t even shown his face. What is this? What the hell is this?”

“Enough, Gan Jichang!”

A sharp voice rang out. A middle-aged man with a scar across his face frowned and shouted, “Whether that person came or not, killing Yan Kang Shi is a great victory for us.”

“Exactly. Our alliance is called ‘Stone Extermination,’ yet before this, we hadn’t killed a single member of the Shi family. This time, we can finally legitimize our name,” said the disheveled young man with a grin.

“Legalize, yes, but the cost was a little high,” sighed the woman with glasses.

“Everything has a price. Killing Yan Kang Shi is only the beginning. We still have further operations ahead, and more will die,” said the egg-shaped-faced woman solemnly. “What I fear most isn’t death itself but dying without any purpose!”

“Then... then... what about that person?” Gan Jichang’s mouth opened and closed, teeth clenched, “Wasn’t he supposed to give us a token of loyalty? We’ve delivered it, but he hasn’t appeared. What’s going on? Are we going to keep communicating online? He commands from behind the scenes while we charge into battle?”

“You...”

“What do you want to do?” Su Jingxing’s calm voice interrupted the egg-shaped-faced woman who was about to speak.

She stiffened, and the scar-faced middle-aged man trembled.

The others noticed nothing unusual, just thinking Gan Jichang was letting his anger get the better of him.

“Jichang, enough,” the disheveled youth frowned.

“This isn’t just about enough or not. That person has never respected us. From beginning to end, he didn’t take us seriously!” Gan Jichang waved his hands and shouted passionately, “I admit he’s powerful. He single-handedly wiped out a secret Shi family base, he’s a master of the network, suppressing the Shi family under the city’s overwhelming public opinion, leaving them trapped. But that doesn’t mean he can ignore us!”

“Because of his single command, we lost over twenty lives. What about next time? How many more will die? Yan Kang Shi is dead, and the Shi family will surely go mad. Every one of us will face their revenge!”

“And he hides in the shadows, not even showing his face. Why? Why? Just because he’s a fourth-level cultivator?”

“Since it’s cooperation...”

“Enough.” The egg-shaped-faced woman took a deep breath and cut him off.

“Not enough!” Gan Jichang waved his hands and continued shouting, “If it’s cooperation, then show yourself. That’s the least basic courtesy. Our people died—he should at least show his face!”

“Stop it,” the scar-faced middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

“It’s fine, let him continue,” Su Jingxing said calmly.

Some people simply cannot see the situation clearly or adjust their mindset properly.

The sooner such people are recognized, the fewer problems arise.

After his second interjection, the others finally realized and turned to look at Su Jingxing, who had appeared without anyone noticing.

Draped in a cloak, masked, and intentionally altering his voice, he stood silently in the corner against the wall, watching them.

The instant they saw him, everyone’s heartbeat abruptly stalled, their breath caught.

Gan Jichang trembled uncontrollably, legs shaking.

Privately he dared complain, but in front of a fourth-level expert, he wouldn’t dare for anything.

The key question was: when had Su Jingxing arrived?

When had he entered?

If not for Su Jingxing’s voice, no one present would have noticed.

The place fell into a deathly silence, utterly still.

“Why stop talking? Continue,” Su Jingxing’s low, slightly hoarse voice said, “Go on, it’s fine.”

Suddenly, Gan Jichang’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, mouth open, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

“Senior... he’s just talkative, nothing more,” the disheveled youth swallowed nervously, forced a dry laugh, then, without waiting for Su Jingxing’s response, grew excited, “By the way, senior, your computer skills are incredible—like a god! No, in the network, senior, you are a god!”

“Yes, yes, senior, would you like something to drink? We have everything here. Want to sit over there for a bit?” The egg-shaped-faced woman also tried to change the subject, though her excuse was awkward.

Su Jingxing said nothing.

He glanced at the two, then fixed his gaze on Gan Jichang, and without breaking eye contact, stepped forward toward him.

“Senior...”

The egg-shaped-faced woman opened her mouth, attempting to stop him.

Whoosh—

Su Jingxing’s figure flickered, covering more than ten meters in an instant, arriving before Gan Jichang.

He then reached out and grabbed the man, lifting him entirely off the ground.

“No!”

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(This chapter is an extra contribution by the chapter master “Sleepless Lord.”)