Chapter 29: Taking in a Subordinate

Young Master Mo watched the figure slowly stepping out from the shadows, his heart feeling as if it were clenched by a cold iron hand, stopping its beat instantly!

The chill like a viper surged straight from his spine to his crown.

"Gulp!"

He swallowed with difficulty, his legs turning soft as he almost collapsed straight to the ground.

His Soul almost left his body in fright!

He abruptly turned his head, the flames of anger almost spewing from his eyes, and fiercely glared at Jasmine who was already scared out of her wits beside him.

"You bitch!"

"Why the fuck did you only say so after he ran right up in front of me?!"

Jasmine had long been frightened out of her wits, tears spinning in her eyes, her voice carrying a thick crying tone and grievance.

"Y-Young Master Mo, I don't know either…"

"He seemed to have seen through my 'Eagle Eye' reconnaissance long ago."

"My flying birds simply can't find him anymore…"

Zhou Huai controlled Yasuo, taking in the panic-stricken expressions of the two completely, the corner of his mouth hooking into a cold arc.

As expected, his guess was not wrong.

Previously, he had vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if an invisible locator had been installed on his body.

No matter how he shook them off, the other party could always quickly re-lock onto his position, like bone-gnawing maggots.

Until later, from Yasuo's miscellaneous combat memories, he captured some subtle clues.

It seemed that every time he stayed in one place a little too long, flying birds would always hover overhead persistently.

Only then did Zhou Huai suddenly realize, comprehending the other party's tracking and locating method.

Therefore, after dealing with Zhao Tianming, he deliberately controlled Yasuo to pick areas with dense tree canopies and lush branches and leaves to pass through.

This effectively isolated the line of sight of the flying birds in the sky, causing them to completely lose their target.

Then, relying on the memories left behind when he was previously tracked, he quietly groped his way back all the way.

At this moment, Yasuo's deep eyes, like ten-thousand-year cold ice, coldly gazed at Young Master Mo slumped on the ground.

"You must be the boss of that group of people, right?"

The cold voice didn't carry a single trace of emotion.

"Why did you repeatedly send people to deal with me? To target me?"

Young Master Mo's body trembled violently, his teeth chattering.

Under extreme fear, he forcibly squeezed out a flattering smile on his face that was uglier than crying.

"M-Misunderstanding! Brother! A huge misunderstanding!"

"It's all that gang of blind subordinates of mine! They were the ones who provoked you first! Th-This has nothing to do with me!"

"Misunderstanding?"

Yasuo's mouth hooked into a cold arc, his eyes completely devoid of warmth.

"You chased and hunted me for a day and a night, do you think you can just brush it off lightly by saying it's a misunderstanding?"

Young Master Mo felt his scalp go numb from that gaze, and hurriedly brought out his backing.

"Brother! Listen to me! My dad… my dad is Mo Tianxiong, the guild master of the Bloodfiend Syndicate!"

"As long as you are willing to let me go this once! Everything is negotiable!"

"Money! Equipment! Materials! The treasury of our Bloodfiend Syndicate is yours to choose from! From now on, you will be the most distinguished honored guest of our guild!"

He spoke at a flying speed, trying to use benefits to move this god of killing.

Yasuo slowly shook his head, his movement carrying an unquestionable resoluteness.

Zhou Huai's eyes were indifferent as he controlled Yasuo to slowly shake his head.

"No need."

"Right now, I only want your life."

Hearing this, the last glimmer of hope in Young Master Mo's eyes completely shattered, replaced by boundless fear and despair.

"No! You can't kill me!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming sharp and piercing due to fear.

"If you kill me! My dad! Our Bloodfiend Syndicate! Will definitely not let you off! You will face endless hunting and chasing!"

Yasuo's gaze did not have the slightest fluctuation, his tone remaining calm.

"Then let your dad come and try."

"At that time, I wouldn't mind wiping out a guild along the way."

A calm tone, yet it contained a heart-palpitating overbearingness and confidence!

"Die!"

Young Master Mo completely collapsed, his survival instinct overwhelming everything!

He roared, a ball of scorching fireballs instantly condensing at the tip of the staff in his hand!

[Bursting Fireball]!

The violent fire elements whistled out, smashing toward Yasuo with a destructive aura!

However, in Yasuo's eyes, this last-ditch struggle of an attack was as slow as a snail.

He only slightly sidestepped, and the fireball brushed past the corner of his clothing and missed, slamming into the tree trunk behind him and exploding into a scorched patch.

Under the reflection of the firelight, only desperate madness remained on Young Master Mo's face.

He no longer had any Battle Intent, turning around and wanting to run for his life toward the depths of the dense forest!

"Pfft!"

A cold gleam of light, like lightning slicing through the night, easily tore apart his fragile mage shield.

The cold sword blade precisely sank into his back heart.

Young Master Mo's forward-dashing movement abruptly stiffened.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the blood-stained sword tip protruding from his chest.

All his strength was instantly drained.

The fear, madness, and unwillingness in his eyes ultimately turned into a dead silence of blankness.

"Uh…"

A meaningless grunt came from his throat.

His body fell forward softly, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Yasuo stood in place, silently looking at Young Master Mo's corpse.

A single drop of blood slowly dripped down the tip of the Wind-Breaker sword in his hand, making a soft "tap" sound in the quiet forest.

This sound seemed to smash directly upon his own heart.

An indescribable, complex emotion quietly permeated like a cold tide.

Although it was through the hand of his Clone.

But this…

Seems to be the first human life he truly ended with his own hands in a real sense.

With consciousness sinking inside Yasuo, that feeling of life completely dissipating and returning to nothingness was so clear and real.

The tactile sensation of warm blood splashing onto his hands and face carried a rust-like fishy odor.

The remaining aftertaste of fear and unwillingness when that flame of the Soul was extinguished…

Everything was so real.

Zhou Huai manipulated Yasuo, standing quietly in place, as if solidified into a statue in the forest.

After several seconds.

He abruptly raised his head, deeply inhaling a breath of cold air carrying a bloody scent!

His chest heaved violently.

As if trying hard to suppress the surging waves deep within his heart.

Wanting to gain a firm foothold in this cruel world and control his own destiny.

Wanting to break free from the cage and make those who looked down on him look up…

All of this…

Are all prices that must be paid!

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the last trace of ripples deep in his eyes also returned to complete iciness.

His gaze shifted.

Landing on Jasmine, who was not far away, already collapsed on the ground and shaking out of shape.

Jasmine at this moment was devoid of color in her face.

The whole person was as if her bones had been drawn out, kneeling and prostrating on the cold muddy ground, her body trembling violently like a chaff-sifting sieve.

Tears, like broken-threaded beads, washed out two clear traces on her dirt-stained face.

"D-Don't kill me! I beg you! Don't kill me!"

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a crying tone, filled with endless fear and humble entreaty.

"I-I wasn't willing! It was all Young Master Mo! He was the one who forced me!"

"He threatened me with my mother's medical expenses! He threatened me with my younger brother's schooling!"

"I beg you, considering how pitiful I am, can you spare me this once…"

Zhou Huai controlled Yasuo, looking down condescendingly at this woman crying like pear blossoms drenched in rain.

It has to be said, her looks were indeed quite good.

He suddenly spoke, his voice still cold: "What is your class?"

"Those flying birds in the sky, are they your skills?"

How dare Jasmine keep even a trace of concealment anymore; she hurriedly poured out all her information like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"R-Reporting to Milord… those flying birds are indeed my skills…"

"I-I am a C-Rank support-type Summoner, named [Eagle-Eye Summoner]."

"My Rank is still low at present, I can only summon five [Scouting Spirit Eagles] at the same time."

"I can share vision with these Spirit Eagles, and it's by relying on this that I was always able to locate your position…"

Zhou Huai nodded with understanding.

Similar to what he had guessed.

"Does this skill have a range restriction?"

Jasmine hurriedly replied: "Y-Yes! As long as the straight-line distance between the Spirit Eagles and me does not exceed ten kilometers, I can share vision with them."

Ten-kilometer range of shared vision.

Zhou Huai touched his chin; although this skill didn't have any direct combat power, its practicality was quite good.

Especially in complex environments like the wilderness, it was practically equivalent to a mobile minimap radar.

It could be considered a very good tool person.

If not for her existence, he wouldn't have been tightly bitten onto by the people of the Bloodfiend Syndicate and almost capsized.

After a brief thought, Zhou Huai spoke again, his voice playful.

"Even if I let you go today."

"The biological son of your Bloodfiend Syndicate's guild master died, yet you returned alive."

"Do you think your guild master will let you off?"

Hearing this, Jasmine's crying stopped abruptly, her body stiffening fiercely, and her complexion instantly turned paler than paper.

She understood the personality of the Bloodfiend Syndicate's guild master all too well.

Ruthless and holding grudges for every slight.

Young Master Mo was dead, and the guild master would definitely vent his anger on all related personnel!

Even if she could return alive, she would definitely not meet a good end, and might even be used as a scapegoat and tortured to death!

Seeing Jasmine's expression, Zhou Huai knew that he had successfully hit the other party's pain point.

He continued, striking while the iron was hot: "I can indeed consider sparing your life."

"But from now on, you must follow me and serve me."

"Anyway, going back is a dead end, you might as well follow me."

"Although there might be certain risks."

"To you, it might not necessarily be an opportunity to change your destiny."

After listening to these words, Jasmine's brain operated at high speed.

She wasn't a fool, and naturally understood the meaning in Zhou Huai's words.

Going back meant certain death!

Following this mysterious and powerful man in front of her, although the future was uncertain, there was at least a glimmer of survival!

Even, if the other party was as powerful as he claimed, she might even soar to the heavens!

Taking less than five seconds to weigh it, Jasmine made her decision.

She abruptly raised her head, a trace of decisiveness flashing in her eyes, and without hesitation kowtowed again.

"Boss!"

"From now on, Jasmine will follow your lead! You are my boss!"

Zhou Huai nodded with satisfaction.

He felt quite satisfied with Jasmine's tactfulness.

Of course, he didn't expect the other party to be very loyal either.

As long as his main body was not exposed, he didn't care at all whether this Jasmine truly submitted or just put on a facade.

What he needed was just a temporary, easy-to-use tool person.