Chapter 2104 Feint to the East, Attack in the East

"Reporting to the sect leader, the dog handler is gone, and the dog is gone too, but..."

"but what?"

"Dog skin and dog hair were found in the back kitchen."

The sect leader's eyes widened instantly: "What did you say?! Say it again!?"

"It seems to be... for bringing... good fortune..."

The sect leader didn't react for a while, then suddenly flew into a rage: "Damn it, which bastard has the nerve! Find that damned scoundrel! Find him!"

He hurried toward the back kitchen, followed by the young master.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, everyone was astonished and eagerly paid their respects.

The sect leader ignored everyone and walked straight to the pool of blood. Upon seeing the dog hair and skin, his vision went black.

"My son—hahaha... Waaaaah... My son!"

The sect leader wept as if he had lost his parents, overwhelmed with grief, tears streaming down his face.

He turned around and shouted angrily, "Who did this?! Who did this?! Who?!"

The cook came out: "What's wrong, Master?"

"You! No... Tang..."

Long Aotian stepped forward: "Sect Master, would you like another bowl of dog meat soup?"

The sect leader was shocked. The thought of the delicious dog meat soup he had just enjoyed filled him with a mixture of heartache, nausea, sadness, and pain…

It was as if he had eaten his own son; he started vomiting violently.

He vomited for a long time, then raised his head, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and stared fiercely at Long Aotian: "It's you!"

Long Aotian shook his head: "When do I have time? Ask someone else."

The sect leader grabbed the cook: "You stewed my lucky charm?!"

The chef was terrified: "I don't know! I swear to God I don't know, Sect Leader! I was cooking properly when I smelled dog meat, but all the good meat was taken, and all that was left was soup and offal..."

"I'll kill you!"

The young sect leader helped the sect leader up, saying, "Father, Father, please accept my condolences!"

Just as the sect leader was about to kill the cook, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He clutched his chest and his body instantly convulsed.

Everyone helped him up.

"Master! Master!"

"Sect Leader, please pull yourself together!"

"Father! You must try to think positively!"

"Sect Master! Doctor! Quickly, go and fetch a doctor!"

Long Aotian pushed through the crowd, grabbed the sect leader by the collar, and plunged a silver needle directly into his chest—he was ruthless.

Everyone gasped.

Long Aotian said, "Prepare a hot soup, but don't use dog meat soup. Go quickly."

"Oh, yes, yes..."

Then, Long Aotian spat in his palm, grabbed the sect leader by the collar with one hand, and ordered, "Get out of the way, if the sect leader can't be saved, it's your responsibility."

Upon hearing this, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

Long Aotian gritted his teeth and began to strike with both hands, snapping his fists repeatedly!

He got a slap in the face.

The final palm strike came down, but the sect leader grabbed his wrist.

The sect leader said with difficulty, "That's enough... I've... recovered. You... were too cruel."

Long Aotian nodded and said to the young sect leader, "Help him inside to rest, have a bowl of hot soup, and don't let him be too sad."

"Yes, thank you, doctor."

……

The sect leader sat in the small living room, tears streaming down his face.

"Zhaofu... Zhaofu who has been with me for seven whole years... I never thought that today I, an old man with white hair, would bury my black-haired son... dog..."

The young sect leader said, "Father, please accept my condolences."

The sect leader looked at the young sect leader: "Did you know that Caiyun was cheating on me?"

"what!?"

The young sect leader plopped down on the ground: "Who, who, who... which bastard is spouting nonsense?! This is slander! When did I ever steal her?! If I find out who said that, I'll tear their mouth apart!"

The sect leader sensed something was wrong: "She even drugged me, trying to kill me."

The young sect leader's face turned pale: "It wasn't me! I just... I didn't ask her to drug me!"

The sect leader stared at the young sect leader, his eyelids twitching: "It's you?!"

"It wasn't me! I was someone else!"

The sect leader clutched his chest, unable to catch his breath again, and pointed at the young sect leader: "You...you...you are..."

At this moment, the strategist walked in: "Sect Master, shouldn't we... Sect Master!?"

He rushed over to support him: "What's wrong, Sect Leader?"

The young sect leader was so frightened that tears welled up in his eyes: "Zhaofu is dead. My dad said...it seems...Caiyun...cheated on someone else..."

The strategist was immediately startled!

"Who, who, who... which bastard is spouting nonsense?!"

The strategist supported the sect leader, saying, "Sect leader, you can't just listen to hearsay! How could you... you can't trust outsiders!"

The sect leader grabbed the strategist's sleeve: "They're... from the Kitchen Knife Sect..."

The strategist, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, said, "I...I'll go back and investigate, I will..."

The sect leader grabbed the strategist's sleeve: "Little...Little Tian...Quick..."

The strategist said to the young sect leader, "Call Xiao Tian! Hurry! Go now!"

Long Aotian pushed the door open and came in: "You're already so agitated after just being cured. This disease is most aggravated by anger! I don't know what you have to be angry about."

After saying that, he inserted a needle directly into the sect leader's chest, grabbed him, and started slapping him hard across the face.

The strategist was terrified!

What are you doing?! What are you doing?!

Just as he was about to stop him, the young sect leader stopped him, saying, "Don't stop him, don't stop him, he's saving my father!"

"He's gritting his teeth!"

"I've gotten used to it."

"Has the sect leader gotten used to it?"

"What can he do if he's sick and not used to it? Just you wait, one beating will fix it!"

The sect leader was far from better; blood was gushing from his mouth, and he finally spat out two teeth, vomiting up a mouthful of blood while panting.

She looked up at Long Aotian: "Is this method... necessary?"

Long Aotian said, "If you don't think I'm good enough, then find someone else."

The sect leader nodded: "You may leave."

The strategist said, "Sect Master, you must be more open-minded."

Junior Sect Leader: "Yes, let's just pretend we don't know."

The sect leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Why are you here? Where is Zhao Ritian?"

“The whole gang of ghosts in Saihe is watching him. While he sets fire to the place, we'll nail down the Night-Shining Pearl and capture him alive.”

"Alright! Alright, alright... Come with me to lay an ambush."

The strategist and the young sect leader helped the sect leader to the basement and hid in a dark room.

Through the grid, one could see outside. The strategist held a long sword, the young sect leader also held a weapon, and the sect leader even propped a large knife on the ground, staring coldly at his small study.

A moment later, someone ran in: "Sect Master! Something's wrong! Sect Master, the gate..."

The sect leader turned around and glared at him. The strategist quickly covered his mouth and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The man panicked: "The...the study is on fire."

The strategist sneered, the sect leader sneered, and the junior sect leader nodded.

The strategist said, "Understood. Focus on putting out the fire. Don't bother reporting back."

"Huh!? No one's going to report it?"

The strategist glared and lowered his voice: "Get out! If you come back here and ruin our plans, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"Yes...yes..."

So the sect leader, the strategist, and the junior sect leader, armed with weapons, waited there.

Outside, Lu Chengwen went around to the backyard.

I saw a truck parked there, and several laborers were moving, carrying, shifting, and lifting boxes onto the truck.

Ming Di Sha muttered from the side, "Hurry up, hurry up! You're so clumsy, don't drop them! They're all antiques and valuables. If you break them, I'll break your legs!"

Lu Chengwen walked over: "What are you doing?"

Ming Di Sha said, "Execute the plan!"

"What plan?"

"A feint attack to the east while striking to the west!"

Lu Chengwen glanced back and instantly understood.

Looking at his uncle shaking his head and praising, "In your life... have you ever been a human being even once?"