CH 34.2

Ye Wang glances at Lin Yi, “he was stabbed in a clean hit during a quarrel.”

“Who did it?” Black Glove has steadied himself, patting Lin Yi’s hand away and straightens to ask.

“His body is right there.” Ye Wang gestures behind himself, “he wasn’t outside of your turf.”

“It was Nianluo’s own people?” Lin Yi realises.

Black Glove glances towards where Ye Wang gestures, then walks——And is stopped by Ye Wang’s arm.

“You should stay here. It’s dangerous.”

Lin Yi also pulls Black Glove back, “Ye Wang is right… This area is probably filled to the brim with all sorts already, from all factions.” Though that doesn’t make it any clearer who did it so promptly.

It’s not even been half an hour since Old Coyote left that news of his death broke out. This can only mean that someone saw him leave Black Glove’s cell, and made a move immediately——That is quite abrupt.

Abrupt enough that one suspects they had other sources of information, confirming that what they wanted was on Old Coyote.

Black Glove, stopped, can see the prisoners who have heard the commotion and are peeking out of their cells. Many notice the sight behind Ye Wang, staring for a few seconds before sighing.

“Boss, we can’t just let Mr Coyote die in vain!” Someone yells from the cells, “he was completely loyal to you to death. We must avenge him!”

“That’s right!” There is a chorus of agreement, “find the killer and avenge Mr Coyote!”

This forms a wave. A rather intimidating wave of chants.

Ye Wang sweeps his gaze across the restlessness then asks Black Glove, “what say you?”

“Who did it?” Black Glove’s back is slumping forward slightly, looking dejected and, perhaps, exhausted, “who was the killer?”

Ye Wang answers with what appears to be a smile, “the killer and the victim died killing each other. Both their bodies are at the scene. You can have someone check.”

“Dead?” Lin Yi is in thought, “a clean handiwork, then.”

“Men, go check on the body.” Black Glove then looks at the people in the surroundings, his gaze passes past many angry faces, stopping at Lin Yi, “you go, too.”

Ye Wang waves his hand, and a prison officer leads them outside.

Lin Yi follows, and looks behind himself while following.

Ye Wang and Black Glove are standing opposite each other. A stand-off, or a conversation without sound, perhaps.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Ye Wang is turning to look; their eyes meet for a split second before Lin Yi stops looking.

‘The snake moves. Start the plan.’ Where no one can see, text appears and disappears without a single noise.

The last raindrop heralding the coming storm drops, in the form of Old Coyote’s death.

“His info was gone?” Black Glove is not surprised at the revelation. After deliberating, he turns to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi is knitting his brows as well. This is getting slightly out of hand.

“The situation this floor appears to be worse than anticipated.” Lin Yi slowly speaks up, “I suspect there are more players aiming for that info than those we know…” Glancing at Black Glove, he wonders, “though given the info was about Stargaol, they wouldn’t make a move, would they?”

“Certainly not.” Black Glove is confident.

Lin Yi waits, but no further response comes; Black Glove is not going to explain. He changes the topic, “fortunately, the info they had was fake…”

“However, this also means Coyote was not the only traitor around.” The man tells Lin Yi, “with him dead, you’re in danger now.”

“Which calls for changes to the plan…” Lin Yi knocks his finger on the table with a stern expression, “they must be distracted to afford us an opportunity.”

“What is the meaning of this? Does Nianluo want a war?” Vulture has hurried here, and the crowd parts for him, letting Vulture face off against Nianluo’s men which have made their way here.

“You had nothing to do with Mr Coyote’s death?”

“Old Coyote is dead?” Vulture narrows his eyes to ask, “what happened to him?”

“You know better than we do, unless you want to say you weren’t the ones who did it?”

Vulture observes the ones leading Nianluo’s men here, and does not see familiar faces, “what, you think just any shit stain can drag their arse across our faces now? You looking down on me, on Vulture?”

Pummel, by his side, takes a step forward. Nianluo’s people also take a coordinated step forward.

“No offence intended, but Mr Coyote’s death happened under highly suspicious circumstances…” The one leading them slowly explains, “we do have to see justice for him anyhow.”

“And? You came straight to us…” Vulture waves his hand, having Pummel return, “or to everyone?”

“Not just you, of course.” His tone is loud and clear, “it must have been one of you. We only want the one that did it.”

Vulture sneers, “are you seriously expecting whoever did it to just up and admit it?”

The men behind him jeer a bit.

“Boss, they’re dreaming if they think they can stop us with these men alone!”

“Boss, let’s fight?”

“Boss, they clearly have other goals! We can’t be fooled.”

The blabbers do not form much of a coherent wave.

Vulture raises his hand, and the sounds die down. His gaze moves beyond the gathering of dullards before him, going far into the distance.

“Black Glove sure is making a lot of noise…” Vulture is, oddly, smiling, “no need to get our knickers in a twist. Others will only be more annoyed than us.”