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The other bodyguards and porters in the inn were utterly shocked, unable to believe that it was Wen Zhuo who had betrayed them.
Yang Cheng struggled to rise but could only prop himself up halfway before collapsing back to the ground. He shouted furiously, "Why? Why did you betray us? Why did you turn against Bounty House?"
"You have no right to point fingers at me."
Wen Zhuo, sword in hand, approached Innkeeper Ma with an agitated expression. "I just refuse to remain a nameless nobody forever. I don't want to always be in your shadow, Feng Qingyang!"
Feng Qingyang also gazed at Wen Zhuo and suddenly asked, "How long have we been together?"
Wen Zhuo paused for a moment before slowly replying, "Ten years."
Feng Qingyang's eyes were deep as a chasm. "It has been ten years. We have fought side by side for a decade. During this time, I believed we had become brothers who could face life and death together."
Wen Zhuo gently touched the scar on his cheek and resolutely said, "Don't bring that up with me. You should know that ever since my beloved left this scar on my face and eloped with my best friend, I no longer trust so-called love or friendship. I only trust myself and the power and status that can make me stronger, for they will not betray me or hurt me in the slightest."
Feng Qingyang looked into Wen Zhuo's eyes, a look of pity crossing his face. "I know they hurt you deeply and pierced your heart. But they are just two people; they do not represent all of humanity. Not everyone in this world has betrayed you. You can at least trust your brothers in Bounty House who are with you day and night; we all care about you."
Wen Zhuo shook his head, a look of helplessness on his face. "I want to believe you and everyone else. But every time I try to accept you all..."
He paused, placing a hand on his chest, "I am reminded of the past here, and it cuts me to the core!"
Innkeeper Ma seemed increasingly impatient listening from the side and suddenly shouted, "Feng Qingyang, I have no ties with you. However, I do admire you; as long as you hand over what you have, I, Ma Zhen, can guarantee your safety."
As soon as Ma Zhen finished speaking, he felt a chill in his chest as a sword pierced through him. In disbelief, he turned to look back and saw Wen Zhuo's somewhat sinister face close to him, whispering in his ear, "You... cannot guarantee his life! Because... I want him dead!"
Ma Zhen fell to the ground lifelessly, leaving his subordinates in shock.
Wen Zhuo scanned their faces coldly and said, "If you don't want to end up like him, it's best not to act rashly."
Feng Qingyang looked at the cold-hearted Wen Zhuo with disappointment etched on his face. "Wen Zhuo, if you realize your mistake now, I can pretend none of this ever happened. You would still be one of my people in Feng Qingyang Bounty House and still my friend. I can give you another chance to start anew."
“Turn back? Ha! You must understand, I can no longer turn back, nor is there a path for retreat!” Wen Zhuo declared, gripping his sword tightly as he slowly approached Feng Qingyang.
“I’m sorry, Feng Qingyang, but you must die. In this life, I have wronged you, and the only way to repay you is in the next life,” Wen Zhuo said.
Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from outside the inn: “I don’t think we need to wait for the next life.”
At the sound of the voice, Wen Zhuo’s body trembled violently as he quickly turned to look outside. Two figures were walking in; the first was a burly man with a small red flower birthmark at the corner of his left eye, while the second had disheveled hair and a long scar running down his chin.
Wen Zhuo stared at them, trembling slightly as he murmured, “You? Luo Yihua… Qiong Fengzi…”
The man with the flower-shaped birthmark was indeed Luo Yihua, who looked at Wen Zhuo with an expressionless face, remaining silent.
Behind him, the man known as Qiong Fengzi let out a cold snort, his piercing gaze fixed on Wen Zhuo.
Wen Zhuo took two steps back and turned to look at Feng Qingyang, a desperate smile creeping onto his face. “You lied to me! You said they wouldn’t come!”
Luo Yihua stepped forward two paces and spoke in a low voice: “This is yours.”
As he spoke, a thin piece of paper floated down in front of Wen Zhuo. He glanced at it and his expression changed drastically; the paper was actually a banknote worth fifty thousand taels of silver.
“You… how do you have this banknote?” Wen Zhuo asked darkly.
“Your family found this banknote. They were confused and didn’t know how you came by such a large sum of money, yet they didn’t dare to ask you directly. So they sought out the Caravan Escort Chief,” Luo Yihua explained.
A hint of sadness flickered in Luo Yihua’s eyes as he continued, “This banknote was received three days before you set out on your escort mission. The issuing place of the banknote is Nianyang; it seems that someone from the Yue Yun Gang gave you this money.”
“Hmph! In my opinion, we should have dealt with you back at the Bounty House. But the Caravan Escort Chief insisted on giving you one last chance; he didn’t want to believe that you truly intended to harm him. That’s why Zi Hua and I chose not to travel with the escort team but instead followed secretly to prevent any unforeseen events.”
“Little did we know that you, a heartless madman, actually plotted to kill both the Caravan Escort Chief and all the brothers at the Bounty House. Have we treated you unfairly in these past ten years?” Qiong Fengzi exclaimed angrily.
"Is it any wonder that you would still consume the dish, knowing I had tampered with it..." Wen Zhuo looked at Feng Qingyang with a bitter smile, raising his hand to tear the banknote into shreds. He said calmly, "I never cared for this wealth; it was merely that he promised me, if I took the cargo and helped him kill Feng Qingyang, I would inherit the entire ' Feng Qingyang Bounty House.' Yet now, everything has turned to dust."
Wen Zhuo slowly raised the sword in his hand, his tone resolute: "I know I am no match for you. Go ahead and kill me."
"Very well, I'll grant you your wish!" Qiong Fengzi shouted, brandishing a pair of strange weapons known as Eyebrow Trimming Knife, launching a fierce attack as he prepared to strike.
After a long silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly said, "Let him go."
Qiong Fengzi was taken aback. " Caravan Escort Chief, what did you say? He intends to put you to death and plans to wipe out everyone from our Bounty House!"
Feng Qingyang shook his head. "I am the Caravan Escort Chief. If I say let him go, then he goes."
Qiong Fengzi wanted to argue further but was stopped by Luo Yihua, who pulled him aside to clear a path. Wen Zhuo did not leave; instead, he turned back to Feng Qingyang and asked, "Why won't you kill me?"
"I cannot," Feng Qingyang softly replied.
Wen Zhuo smiled sadly and said, "I know you won't kill me, but I can!"
With that, Wen Zhuo gently brushed the sword across his neck. Amidst the splattering of blood, he fell to the ground.
Feng Qingyang looked at the fallen Wen Zhuo, tears streaming down his face as he murmured, "Why did you refuse to turn back until the very end?"
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