Chapter 1161

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Chapter 1161 I Ask, You Answer

“Injured?”

Baili Pangpang was stunned.

“Haven’t you noticed? He walks with some difficulty on his left foot, probably twisted it, and his arms were somewhat stiff when he was holding the umbrella. Although he was trying hard to hide it, these things are obvious to the observant eye.” Lin Qiye said slowly.

“Could it be that he slipped and fell because the roads are slippery from the rain?”

“…That’s possible.”

Lin Qiye remained silent for a long time, then finally stood up from under the eaves, opened a black umbrella, and walked straight outside, “I’m going out for a while, I’ll be back soon.”

Lin Qiye passed through the open iron gate, turned around the corner, and gently pressed his hand against the void. A red-eyed black shadow rose from the rainwater, placing one hand on its chest and bowing slightly:

“Guardian Black Pupil, at your service.”

“I want to see all images from this road over the past half hour,” Lin Qiye said calmly.

Black Pupil nodded, immediately transforming into a shadow that attached itself to Lin Qiye. A single red eye suddenly opened in the middle of his brow.

The crimson eye overlaid the images it saw onto Lin Qiye’s retina. The afterimages of past time flashed rapidly before Lin Qiye’s eyes like a video playing in reverse.

Old Liu’s figure retreated out of the iron gate and disappeared into the misty rain in the distance.

Lin Qiye, dressed in casual clothes and holding a black umbrella, with a faint red glow emanating from under the umbrella, walked calmly along the rainy path.

Finally, at a corner two streets away, he saw several different figures.

There were four or five menacing middle-aged men in their early thirties, with either tattoos or fierce scars on their shoulders. They were smoking cigarettes and striding purposefully toward the alley where the Hanshan Orphanage was located.

As they walked, their lips moved, seemingly saying something.

Black Pupil’s [Secret Viewer] could only see the past but not hear sounds. Lin Qiye could only deduce from their moving lips that their destination was the orphanage.

At this time, Old Liu was carrying a fully loaded shopping bag, hurrying through the rain from another street.

The thugs didn’t see Old Liu, but Old Liu saw them.

Old Liu’s expression changed instantly. He looked at the nearby Dongtan Lane, then at the thugs heading straight for the orphanage, his face showing anxiety.

He barely hesitated before carefully placing his shopping bag full of vegetables and meat on a stone stool by the roadside. Then he dashed forward, shouting something while running toward the thugs.

The thugs heard the noise, turned to see Old Liu, were momentarily stunned, then approached him with cold smiles.

They grabbed Old Liu by the collar, said something menacingly, and when he defiantly raised his head, they punched him into the muddy roadside field. The rain poured down on him, soaking him completely.

Then the thugs swarmed him, kicking and punching the curled-up Old Liu for a long time before spitting twice and walking away cursing.

Old Liu lay in the field for nearly a minute before slowly getting up.

He coughed with age, his hands trembling slightly as he brushed off the mud, limped to the stone stool, picked up the clean vegetables and meat, gave a complex look in the direction they had gone, sighed, and gradually walked toward the orphanage.

Watching that figure gradually disappear in the afterimages of time, Lin Qiye’s hand gripping the umbrella handle involuntarily tightened, his finger joints turning white.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, shifted his gaze from the direction Old Liu had gone to the path the thugs had taken, his eyes bursting with cold killing intent!

“Black Pupil…” Lin Qiye spoke grimly, “Lead the way.”

“Yes.”

In the heavy rain, that figure holding a black umbrella disappeared like a specter on the deserted street.

…

“Come! Drink!”

“Tsk, this terrible weather really ruins the mood.”

“Exactly, with such heavy rain, and we still have two debt collections tonight… Damn it, I’m bringing my knife tonight. Any little bastard who doesn’t pay, I’ll give him a few cuts!”

“Those few thousand here and there are small change. If we could drive away that old man and those motherless little brats, that would be real money!”

“Indeed, the Li family is truly generous. This job is worth ten of our usual ones.”

“We should go make trouble at that orphanage again tomorrow. Even if we have to use knives, we must drive them away.”

“Come on, let’s finish this drink first!”

Under a shelter made of plastic sheets, five men were gathered around a low table, each holding a bottle of beer, drinking heartily.

The pouring rain hit the plastic sheets and rolled down the slope to the ground, making a dense tapping sound. One man with a scar on his face finished an entire bottle, put it down on the table, and burped:

“Awesome! I’m not bragging, but when I was young… Huh?”

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt the small table was a bit crowded. He raised his slightly intoxicated head and scanned everyone’s faces.

One, two, three, four, five… six?

Why are there six people?

The scarred man rubbed his eyes, his gaze falling on the sixth person who had appeared beside him.

It was a young man in his early twenties with a very unfamiliar face. A black umbrella was placed by his feet, with rainwater dripping down the umbrella ribs. Judging from the extent of the water stain, he had been sitting there for quite some time.

The scarred man’s pupils contracted sharply, instantly sobering up. He jumped to his feet, almost flipping over the table full of beer bottles!

“Who the hell are you?!”

As the scarred man stood up, the others also came to their senses, staring intently at the ghost-like young man before them.

Lin Qiye sat quietly on the wooden bench, a snow-white long sword laid across his knees, his eyes calm like an autumn lake, undisturbed.

“I ask, you answer,” he said flatly.

“Damn it, get him!”

Without another word, the scarred man grabbed a beer bottle from the table and swung it at Lin Qiye’s head, his face vicious and malevolent.

Crack—!!

Lin Qiye remained seated without moving, but the long sword on his knees suddenly flashed with a blur of light, cleanly cutting off the entire arm of the scarred man holding the bottle!

“Ahhh!!!!”

Agonized screams echoed under the shelter.

Copious blood poured to the ground like a waterfall. The other thugs stared with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded. They looked at Lin Qiye sitting on the bench in terror, as if looking at a god of plague!

The scene before them had completely exceeded their understanding. One of the thugs raised his foot to flee, but in the next moment, a flash of the blade cut off the foot he had stepped forward with. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his screams unbearably shrill.

Lin Qiye sat at the messy low table, his eyes calmly scanning everyone’s faces, and repeated quietly:

“I ask, you answer.”