Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 629: Death without Evidence (Combined Chapter)
The letter sent by the president was brief, and due to the limitations of intelligence gathering, many details were bound to be missed... But with Yamudu's ability, even if he only looked at the outermost appearance, he could infer the general picture of the incident.

Then, I felt so depressed that I wanted to vomit blood.

"What on earth did my predecessor do in the swamp..." He cursed in his heart, "What made those two sides care so much about him?"

Fortunately, they are bee people, otherwise even if you said that the other party had insulted the two ladies of South United City, there might be... not even such a big reaction.

Unfortunately, the "real" Yamudu is already dead, and no news has been brought out.

Death has no evidence.

South Union City, assuming he knows everything.

But he doesn't know!
They do look the same, and receive the same training and education... but it is impossible for them to communicate with each other spiritually.

The key point is.

I still can't clarify it.

It was precisely because his predecessor who was involved was already dead that he had the opportunity to successfully ascend to the throne... This in itself is a secret that cannot be disclosed, and it is difficult to explain.

"Could it be the Lord of Blood himself who was able to alert Tian Xin Li Zheng and assassinate him... Deng Li returned with valuable information, and there must have been many guards around him. It would be impossible for ordinary assassins to succeed." Yamudu pondered and reviewed the situation in his mind, "But the timing was cleverly timed. It can be said that they came to silence him because they were worried about the news leaking out, or it can be said that they came to prevent Deng Li from being questioned and deal with the future troubles in advance - but the information that should be revealed must have been conveyed long ago..."

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The more he tried to sort out his thoughts, the more he felt that there were many possibilities for the truth.

Since he came to power.

This is the first time I have encountered such a difficult situation.

After the spy in the shadows disposed of the confidential letter, he just looked at it coldly without saying a word. It was not until a bead of sweat rolled down Yamudu's face that he suddenly said, "Sir, please leave Edge Town."

"What did you say?" Yamudu raised his head suddenly. "You want me to leave here... then where can I go?"

The president sent him out for training, which seemed like a test, but was actually an opportunity.

This means that he can truly hold power.

Staying in the Merchant Blade... Even though people would respect this waiter like a god on the surface, everyone knew in their hearts that in this city-state, there was only one true master!
I just shared a little bit of that man's majesty.

It's different in Edgetown.

Although he is still the president's shadow...but a shadow's brilliance will only be obscured when it is close enough to its master.

Once he was far away.

It is not necessarily impossible to make your own decision.

Just like the sword-bearing noble Jinyi here, he dared to obey orders and not decrees even when facing Long En. It was Yamudu's personal efforts that changed this situation.

Now, Yamudu has the final say in Edge Town. This power is not even brought to him by the Merchant Guild. The resources he can mobilize are not included in the cards originally bestowed by the president... It can be said that this is his base.

What's more, if we leave the edge town.

What about his original plan?
He also wanted to ambush the Lord of Blood and wipe out the shadow that covered his identity and his heart...

"Return to the merchant's blade." As expected, the spy gave the answer that Yamudu was most reluctant to hear. The bee prince laughed in anger, grabbed his chest, and pulled him out from the shadow behind the door: "When will it be your turn to talk to me?"

He stared with his eyes wide open, and there were bloodshot eyes.

To be honest, Yamudu has been annoyed with this spy for a long time.

No one would be happy to have someone like this around who comes and goes without a trace and always appears suddenly without anyone noticing.

The spy was exposed to the light, and the vague haziness that had originally shrouded him also dissipated.

What he wore was not a waiter's uniform, but a lacquered nightgown that was tight around his body, revealing flowing and powerful lines.

I don't know how this spy was able to hide in Mrs. Tsunyi's mansion without being alerted by the hooded guards.

In Yamudu's eyes, he looked like an assassin against slaveholders.

This made him feel cold.

However, facing Yamudu's rude actions and questioning, the spy did not resist at all and remained as submissive as before.

"Because, if you don't leave, my Lord..." He rolled up his left sleeve and showed his arm to Yamudu, "I can't be sure that I can guarantee your safety."

There was a bloody wound running through the spy's slender arm, deep enough to see the bone.

Yamudu was shocked: "Assassin?"

Judging from the skin and flesh that had just been rolled up, the injury had occurred not long ago.

"I have already dealt with it, but I was afraid of disturbing the adults." The spy nodded and rolled up his sleeves to cover the wound.

Then another darker layer of stain appeared on the fabric.

It was soaked.

The spy put his hands behind his back, his tone calm and even, without any change due to the pain of the wound, as if he was talking about a topic that had nothing to do with him, but Yamudu was secretly frightened when he heard it.

An assassin who could sneak into a noble mansion must not be an ordinary person...and what he didn't expect was that the spy in front of him dealt with the other party so easily, which showed his considerable strength.

Yamudu's own martial arts skills were average, and Long En had never arranged for a master to teach him. After feeling the threat to his life, he subconsciously let go of his hand and asked, "What's going on?"

"Right now, the marauders are besieging the city. Although the order in Edge Town can be maintained, it is inevitable that there will be a mixture of good and bad people. This week alone, there have been 320 murders. Smuggling, fraud, collusion with the enemy... are countless. The guards in the city cannot be busy enough. This is the best time for the enemy to strike." The spy lowered his head and reported slowly, "More importantly, your Excellency has occupied Edge Town. Although Madam Jinyi has surrendered... there are still many people who are not convinced."

When Yamudu heard this, he immediately understood.

——The remaining sword-wielding nobles.

Even if these nobles who did not belong to the merchant faction did not dare to rebel openly and attack his representative, they could secretly add fuel to the fire and help when someone with ulterior motives appeared.

For example, people from South Union City.

Now that Edge Town has fallen under the control of the Merchant Guild, North Union City is the world of robed nobles. In comparison, South Union City, which is guarded by great lords such as Grace and Merlin, and General Tian Xinlizheng, has become their utopia.

And where the orthodoxy lies.

If the previous state of the North-South United City was just division, now it can even be said that they are in opposition to each other.

And the fuse... turned out to be "myself"?
"What do they want?" Yamudu felt a growing headache. "Kill me?"

"I tortured the assassin." The spy continued calmly, "He confessed that his first purpose was to kidnap you... assassination is only the last option, but I think both results are the same for you, your Excellency, and your life is in danger."

The Bee Prince frowned, vaguely feeling that the other party seemed to be hinting at something.

Others may not know, but Yamudu is very clear about his own situation - once he is kidnapped, the guild will never rescue him as if he were a favorite, because the president has plenty of people to replace him.

It would be no different from death.

However, if the Southern United City kidnapped him, they would definitely torture him in every way possible, trying to extract information that he was completely unaware of... With his small body, he would not be able to last more than a few rounds.

The end result is death.

At most, I was praised for being loyal and having backbone. What the other party said made sense.

"As for the Lord of Blood..." The spy hadn't finished his words yet, "Forgive me for being frank, but he has seen through your plan. Waiting any longer will only waste time and put yourself in danger. There is no other use."

Yamudu fell silent.

He wanted to refute, but he couldn't come up with any reasonable or favorable arguments.

Things have come to this point.

If I can't figure out who is causing trouble, then my life will be in vain:
Yamudu took control of the edge town and set up an ambush on the road between the flash land and the black scratch. However, the opponent failed to move as he expected for a long time, and then something unexpected happened in the direction of South United City.

Regardless of the purpose of those sword-bearing nobles, the final result will be to force him away from the marginal town. By then, Lady Jinyi will be in power again. Even if she cannot be as independent as before, she will not be able to faithfully implement his policies.

Thus, the passage is opened again.

At this time, if Shandi sent another person to the Black Scratch... he would not be able to stop him.

Judging from the performance of the incident, Blood Lord Lu Beiyou did not participate too much in it, but just responded passively... But judging from the results, not only were the traps originally set for him solved one by one, but the situation that was finally formed was also most favorable to him.

If so, it was luck.

That's too insulting.

It is an insult to the Lord of Blood as well as to Yamudu himself.

After a long while, the bee prince exhaled a breath of foul air:
"I lost."

Just admit it, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Maybe it is really as the president said.

He still needs a few more years of hard training.

Yamudu immediately decided to follow the advice, leave the edge town, and give up the territory he had conquered and all the previous preparations... No matter what, his life was more important.

If the predecessor who was buried in the swamp left himself with only this status and the blame, there was only one lesson left:
Live no matter what.

In comparison, he would rather be safe than do something stupid like getting involved.

"I didn't realize before that you have a clear mind." After figuring it out, Yamudu calmed down and even felt refreshed. He found the spy more pleasing to the eye. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Are you interested in working with me? Then you can be my staff. There is no need to go through life and death like today."

This spy is calm in the face of difficulties, and his opinions and analysis are incisive and to the point. He is completely open about himself and is a promising talent.

Although he was sent by the president.

But to the outside world, they are one and the same - Yamudu has the power to establish a government and recruit talents. He cannot always rely on the resources of the guild. It is time to develop his own power and win over suitable personnel.

"I dare not. I will obey Lord Yamudu's orders in everything." The spy bowed his head and said respectfully, but did not object. "Besides, I came here for you..."

……

……

Land of Flash, Beak-billed Beast Tower.

The tech hunter had thick bandages tied around his chest and waist, making him look like a white half-mummy.

Wen Jin knew that he had an excellent physique, so in order to control him, he swung his sword quickly and with just a simple move, he used a lot of force to deal a fatal blow.

Behind him were six tech hunters from the Sorrowful Mine Town...After that night, everyone was separated and taken by Sora to a dark little room for interrogation.

The person in charge was a petite masked woman, but her eyesight was so sharp that she seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. The questions she asked and the way she led people seemed to make people tell the secrets of their previous lives... As for the investigation outside and what happened, they didn't know.

It wasn't released until today.

To use a local saying that is said to have been invented by the Red King... this has passed the political review.

It stands to reason that detaining a tech hunter without permission is a very rude act. If the headquarters knew about it, Black Scratches and Inner Ring might even issue a solemn protest and strong condemnation... But when thinking about what happened before, even the hunters themselves had no objection.

"Roar---"

A loud cry.

The long neck leaned down again to greet the guests and fulfill its elevator duties.

Looking at the huge beaked beast's head in front of him, Liu Si took a deep breath, grabbed the edges and flipped over, stood firmly, and said nothing.

Tech hunters keep up.

But there is no more fun as before.

The long neck rose rapidly, creating a gust of wind that echoed throughout the tower and then reached the attic.

Stop.

The young man in a black cloak sat at the desk with his back to them. He had a brown wolf fur coat around his neck, but he looked majestic rather than luxurious. His white hair was as pure as moonlight.

Hearing the sound, he stood up.

Facing the crowd: "Please."

The same person, the same place, the time between them was only a brief moment if measured in terms of a lifetime... The other person even had the same polite smile on his or her lips.

However, the state of mind felt by the tech hunters was completely different.

Even fewer than half were able to come for the meeting.

If there is something that can be said for sure, it is that this time, they no longer have the complicated and confusing secret thoughts like last time.

As the only remaining team leader, Liu Si sat down first with a normal look on his face.

It's like nothing happened.

But when he sat down, in addition to a glass of strong Baimei sake, there was suddenly an oil-skin paper bag in front of him.

It was Lu Meng who pushed it over.

"The autopsy report," he said. "Perhaps you would like to know."

Wen Jin, Zhu Li, Wang Chi... and then Luo Mi, there was a thick stack of information from top to bottom, and the corresponding name was written on each piece of information.

It is called an autopsy report, but it is not an exaggeration to call it a research report.

According to Dr. Zhong, even he was greatly enlightened, so he urgently recruited interns from various fields to participate and broaden their horizons... and regarded it as a teaching practice.

It’s just like in reality, no disease develops exactly according to the textbook.

No matter how much ancient science books or even intelligence cores introduce, they cannot replace the value of examples.

(End of this chapter)