Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 643

Big mouth watched a young man with a cold and emotionless face casually chop the head of two noblewomen. The latter did not bat an eye, there was no change in his expression, and he did not even care to hide his face.

'This kid changed so much in just two years.' Big Mouth was worried since this was the first time he had to deal with this situation. Most people would become numb to the constant killing and take things like drinking and visiting brothels to deal with the guilt.

However, the new hire, Yan Wei, became cold and emotionless, worrying him that something terrible would happen to the young lad.

"Yan Wei, come here." The lad calmly walked before his employer, staring directly into Big Mouth's eyes.

"I'm going to Red Tree City. Come with me." Big Mouth did not give him the time to reject it and stated it was an order. The next day, the big belly man took the young lad to Red Tree City, a place known for its vibrant lifestyle and the red light district. He hoped Yan Wei could get out of whatever headspace the latter was on and meet some new people.

Regrettably, Yan Wei remained quiet during the entire journey. The only time he reacted was after arriving. Numerous people surrounded two people: a fat youngster dressed in embroidery clothes and another malnourished youngster in coarse garments.

The fat noble constantly kicked the other on the floor, swearing at the latter for dirtying his clothes. Everybody watched with empathy in their eyes, but no one dared do anything. They can only pray that the noble has enough and leave the youngster alone.

"Don't look," said Big Mouth as he dragged Yan Wei from the large crowd.

"Who is that?" asked Yan Wei.

"The Lai Family's Third Young Master."

"The Lai Family is the richest family in the surrounding prefecture. Don't mess with them."

Yan Wei did not say anything. He followed Big Mouth around the city with the same blank look. They stayed at an inn for the night, and Big Mouth prepared to continue the tour tomorrow; he did not want to give up so easily.

However, the following day, he walked inside Yan Wei's room, trying to control his trembling body.

'T-Third Young Master is dead."

"Who's Third Young Master?" asked Yan Wei.

"Lai Family. His head was chopped off in a back alley."

"Oh."

Big Mouth clenched his hands as he stared directly at the youngster: "Did you have something with his death?"

"No." He could not tell whether this was the truth or not. In the end, he took a deep breath to calm down: "The entire city is on lockdown by the Lai Clan. You better hope you had nothing to do with this murder."

For the next week, no one could enter and leave Red Tree City. The Lai Clan searched every nook and cranny to find the killer. At first, nothing proceeded smoothly until the last day when they found a man with the blad that killed their Third Young Master.

The person tried to deny it, but the evidence was in his possession. However, the clan still wanted to interrogate him to find the motive behind his actions. Unfortunately, the man died due to poisoning. The conclusion was that someone hired him for the job and eliminated him to prevent him from talking. The Lai Clan had many enemies, and they concluded this was an attack on them.

During the entire week, Big Mouth was on edge, fearing someone would barge into their inn and arrest the two of them. But after the Lai Clan lifted the lockdown, he left in relief. Nevertheless, part of him still believed the youngster Yan Wei had something to do with that murder.

Soon after returning to their city, Yan Wei began to learn martial arts. And soon, the latter displayed his incredible talent. He could learn most techniques after seeing them once. Yan Wei even acquired a breathing technique that absorbed Spiritual Qi between Heaven and Earth to strengthen the body. Adding his natural divine strength, he was a born-martial art genius.

All these improvements should have been positive, but Big Mouth could not stop remembering what occurred in Red Tree City and feared something would happen. Part of him hoped Yan Wei would quit his job and use his newfound strength to make a living.

Regrettably, three years passed, and Yan Wei was the same: his face was cold and emotionless, always doing his job without any expression, remorse, or guilt–no matter who the prisoner was. At first, Big Mouth thought he maybe was being too sensitive, and things would return to a certain level of normalcy. However, he soon began to notice the disappearance of people in Droplet City, where they lived.

"Who are you to decide people's fate?" roared Big Mouth. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}