The air was thick with the stench of blood, but the two black-robed men continued to drink as if nothing had happened.
If Solitary Wolf were here, he would definitely be flabbergasted. These people's clothes and the auras they exuded were identical to those of the people who had pursued them in Sword Pavilion.
No one had expected them to have pursued them all the way from the southwest to the capital.
"It seems like we'll have to ask Lu Wu to take action."
Not far away, the third black-robed man stepped on a corpse. He wiped the blood-stained sword in his hand and suddenly spoke.
In an instant, the entire restaurant fell into a deathly silence, and the air was faintly filled with the smell of fear.
"What, you're not willing? Don't forget, if the mission fails, we'll all die. "
The third black-robed man coldly sneered.
"But … Lu Wu is too murderous. If we make too much of a ruckus and attract the attention of that person in the Imperial Palace, all of us will be doomed."
The black-robed man drinking at the table said in a trembling voice.
The capital of the Tang Dynasty was known as the most dangerous place in the world precisely because the most powerful existence in the world presided over the Taiji Palace, the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty.
Hearing this, the third black-robed man immediately fell silent, and a look of deep fear appeared in his eyes.
"Hmph, relax. We're just some small shrimp. How could an existence like him possibly care about us? And as the Emperor, he has a myriad of affairs to attend to every day. Do you really think that he would throw aside the affairs of the court to deal with us minor figures? "
These words seemed to be meant for the two black-robed men, but it was more likely that the third black-robed man was trying to convince himself.
"In any case, we have to do this even if we don't want to. If we don't want to die, let Lu Wu out. As long as we can kill that brat, we'll have rendered a great service. When the time comes, we can just leave the capital as quickly as possible. You don't think that we have any other choice, do you? "
The third black-robed man's voice grew firmer and firmer.
"Let's do as you say."
The eyes of the two black-robed men flickered. After a long period of silence, they finally nodded.
"Once Lu Wu appears, that brat is doomed. But this way, we have to leave as quickly as possible."
With that last sentence, the restaurant gradually returned to silence, and there was no more sound.
…
The assassination on the street was just a minor interlude to Wang Chong, and it was very difficult for it to even cause his mood to waver.
After finding another carriage, Wang Chong turned around and headed straight for the palace gate.
"Take me to the Death Row."
Wang Chong flashed his Noble Token and headed towards the Death Prison unimpeded. Wang Chong was the Son of Heaven's disciple, and his Young Marquis token had the mark of a five-clawed golden dragon. This was unique amongst all the marquises, and it was a special gift that the Holy Emperor had bestowed upon Wang Chong.
Other than the depths of the harem and a few other special places, Wang Chong could use the Young Marquis' token to move freely through the majority of the Imperial Palace.
The Death Dungeon was a place where criminals who had committed serious crimes were locked up. Those who were locked up in the Death Dungeon rarely got out. However, compared to the Celestial Prison, where only the Holy Emperor's pardon could allow one to escape, the Death Dungeon was much more lenient.
Wang Chong's second brother, Wang Bei, was locked up there.
"Marquis, please come in!"
It was still the same guards, but when they saw Wang Chong, they had much more reverence on their faces. As they spoke, they lowered their heads and gazed at the ground, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
That was then, and this was now. Wang Chong's reputation was like a thunderclap in the ears of these Death Dungeon guards, and they were filled with reverence.
This was not Wang Chong's first time entering the Death Dungeon. After giving a slight nod to the guards, Wang Chong passed through the gate of the Death Dungeon and headed towards the depths of the dungeon with familiarity.
The dungeon was deathly still, and the air was suffused with an intense and unsettling aura of death. It was like he had stepped into a dangerous netherworld.
However, despite this, the dungeon did not feel cold at all. On the contrary, the air was filled with a scorching energy, as if there was an active volcano underground.
— — Compared to the first time Wang Chong had come here, everything was completely different.
"Second brother."
Wang Chong called out. Looking at the disheveled figure in the dungeon with his back facing him, a trace of melancholy flashed across Wang Chong's eyes.
This constant release of heat was not normal, and Wang Chong could feel that his second brother's Berserker Syndrome was getting worse.
The dungeon was quiet, and there was nothing but the heat that filled the dungeon.
"Have you gone to see Xu Yi-qin?"
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Bei suddenly spoke. His voice was indifferent, and no emotions could be heard from it.
"Yes."
Wang Chong nodded, a faint smile on his lips.
No one knew that Xu Yi-qin had been imprisoned in the Xu Clan. No one else had told him, but Wang Chong's second brother, Wang Bei, had left a small note for Wang Chong.
In the war of the southwest, Xu Yi-qin had arranged for the second wave of rations, armaments, and soldiers. However, they had barely made it three hundred li from the capital before King Qi had seized and intercepted them. The one who had acted as King Qi's vanguard and led everyone to stop this matter was Zhou Zhang.
King Qi was an Imperial Prince of the Tang dynasty, a member of the imperial family. There were many things that he could not personally do, but Zhou Zhang was different. He was King Qi's adopted son and held King Qi's token. He could use his authority to obstruct Wang Chong.
But this would not have much of an effect on King Qi. At the very least, he would not be impeached by the imperial censors. If there really was a problem, King Qi would be able to cleanly explain himself.
In the situation at the time, Xu Yi-qin was beset with problems both inside and outside. She was under pressure from both her clan and King Qi, unable to free herself. And the second wave of rations, armaments, and soldiers was extremely important to the Annam Protectorate, which was bitterly struggling to hold on in the southwest.
It was at this critical juncture that Zhou Zhang and King Qi were stuck.
But not even Zhou Zhang had expected that he would encounter Wang Bei, his lifelong nemesis, who had just been released from the death row prison.
In that battle, Zhou Zhang had been heavily wounded, and just when he was about to be killed, Wang Bei had suddenly awakened. However, the people at Zhou Zhang's side had been reduced to piles of corpses by Wang Bei's Berserker Syndrome.
In the capital, a plot against Wang Chong had been vanquished by the sudden appearance of Wang Bei. Wang Bei had obtained the promise of the Holy Emperor that he could be spared from death, but Wang Bei had no way of dealing with Xu Yi-qin.
After all, this was an internal matter of the Xu Clan, and it was not appropriate for Wang Bei to interfere. It wasn't like he could have a Berserker Syndrome break out and kill every member of the Xu Clan.
Thus, after that battle, Wang Bei had left a note for Wang Chong and then returned to the death row prison.
Wang Bei had thus successfully avoided the censors' impeachment, and he was in the forbidden area of the Imperial City and in the death row prison. Even though King Qi had flown into a rage when he heard about this, there was nothing he could do.
"I can only help you this much. Since you've already resolved everything, you shouldn't have come here. This isn't a place where you should be."
Wang Bei said, his back still to Wang Chong, his voice utterly emotionless.
"You're my second brother, and we're family. Why can't I come?"
Wang Chong calmly said.
"There's no need to say such things. I'll only help you this once. I won't help you every time. In addition, after you leave, I'll tell the guards that I won't be meeting with anyone again, so … there's no need to come again! "
Wang Bei's voice was incomparably cold, suffused with the thick meaning of expelling a guest.
As Wang Chong gazed at that familiar back, his heart throbbed in pain. This was his second brother. Ever since he was young, he had always done things his own way, bearing all the pain by himself.
He had believed that he could resolve everything alone, but the situation had changed.
"Second Brother, I know what you're thinking, but there are some things that you can't resolve by hiding in the death row prison. Moreover, the situation has already changed. Running away won't solve anything. "
As Wang Chong gazed at his disheveled second brother, a hint of respect flashed through his eyes, as well as deep sympathy and pain.
Bang!
A moment later, Wang Chong stomped his foot, causing the prison to tremble. A majestic blood-red color suddenly erupted from Wang Chong's body, causing the already scorching heat in the prison to rise another level.
Wang Chong's temperament had originally been gentle and refined, but now he seemed to have become a completely different person. His aura was wild and tyrannical, filled with a thirst for blood and slaughter.
If one looked closely, they would discover that Wang Chong's aura was sixty to seventy percent similar to Wang Bei's.
"This is impossible!!"
The ground trembled. Wang Bei whipped his head around, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He stared in disbelief at Wang Chong, who had a similarly savage expression on his face.
"How could something like this happen? Only one person in a generation of the Wang Clan will have the Berserker Syndrome. I thought that I alone was enough. How could you also have the Berserker Syndrome?!!"
Clatter! Clatter! The arm-thick chains vibrated, and in a flash of light, Wang Bei appeared next to the bars, his pale arms reaching out to grab Wang Chong. But when he was still several feet away from Wang Chong, he suddenly stopped.
The entire prison had been set up to prevent Wang Bei's Berserker Syndrome. As long as he stood in the corridor, it was impossible for him to be injured.
But Wang Bei didn't seem to notice at all. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his expression was savage, as if he had received a huge shock.
"The Berserker Syndrome … there are actually two people in a generation. How can this be, how can this be!!"
Wang Bei muttered to himself. As he spoke, he clutched his head with both hands, his body trembling, and his disheveled hair wildly dancing in the wind.
"Ah! This can't be! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!! "
At the last moment, Wang Bei suddenly raised his head. His eyes were wide open as he let out an extremely pained howl. The entire prison shook from his howl.
Wang Chong didn't say anything. Seeing Wang Bei in pain, a similar look flitted through his eyes.
The Berserker Syndrome was the curse of the Wang Clan, and it was a burden that Wang Bei had shouldered alone. Ever since he first discovered that he had the Berserker Syndrome, Wang Bei had deliberately distanced himself from everyone.
He had even begged the King of Song and the Holy Emperor to lock him in the depths of the Death Prison.
Wang Chong knew what Wang Bei was afraid of. He was afraid that Wang Chong would end up like that legendary ancestor and kill all of his family. If possible, Wang Chong didn't want to force Wang Bei like this.
But Wang Chong knew very well that he wasn't just forcing Wang Bei, but also helping him. If Wang Bei continued to be locked in this sunless Death Prison, his second brother's life would truly be ruined.
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