Monarch Night

Fang Che was a bit perplexed.

Not mentioning the matter of Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, but just Zhao Wushang and the others, originally, he only wanted to exterminate them, but... going along with the situation, he inexplicably became the Chief of the Escort Agency.

Moreover, his mindset had changed.

He kept considering whether it was better to kill or to cultivate a batch of relationships at the headquarters.

Just this matter, it completely deviated from the original plan.

And those four Martial Marquises who attacked him, he had long wanted to take them out.

But he had been delaying for four days and still hadn't found the opportunity.

"How could Zuo Guanglie be so slow in finding someone..."

Fang Che thought to himself.

Little did he know, Zuo Guanglie had been frantically looking for him these past two days.

That day he said he estimated a big fish, Zuo Guanglie only thought about the merit.

As a result, just a day later, notification regarding the Guardian position came down.

Zuo Guanglie's eyes turned red.

Moreover, the expert he found was even redder in the eyes.

Could it be that what Steward Fang mentioned was a sub-branch?

Moreover, it was precisely the Yemo Sect's sub-branch?

That would be great.

Even if not, it would still be significant merit.

So every day he waited for Fang Che, but Fang Che was very busy these days and didn't go.

Zuo Guanglie had been looking out at the gate every day, practically becoming a gate guard.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have so coincidentally brought in Starlight Master and Zhao Wushang...

...

The second day.

Fang Che arrived exceptionally early on duty.

He inexplicably felt that the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat oppressive, and was very curious about what was going on?

Jing Xiuyun leaned in to clarify: "Apparently... the commander of the Southeast Headquarters, Lord Zhao Shanhe, was furiously scolded by Ninth lord... now there's going to be a reorganization of the Guardian Hall..."

"What happened?"

Fang Che was baffled: What did Zhao Shanhe do now?

"Apparently, Zhao Shanhe, due to the particularly severe snow disaster here, causing industry to decline, pushed a smile service policy at the Guardian Hall in the Southeast for strong livelihood development... and once Ninth lord knew about it, he was furious with thunderous wrath."

"He said... the Guardian Hall is essentially a violence institution, and you're running a smile service? You're going to smile and communicate facing the Demon Sect? ... Lord Zhao probably didn't mean it that way, but... anyway, he got scolded head to face..."

Fang Che understood.

He was done with the Escort Agency's affairs, so the smile service was pointless?

Could it be?

"Commander Zhao is really unfortunate."

Fang Che put on a gloating expression and said, "A petty officer like that should be disciplined by Ninth lord!"

"Hush!"

Jing Xiuyun raised her finger: "You shouldn't say something like that."

She chuckled and returned to her seat.

Zhao Ying'er intentionally or unintentionally came over and asked, "What did Jing Xiuyun just talk to you about?"

"Nothing much." Fang Che was a bit stunned.

Why ask that?

Zhao Ying'er said, "Steward Jing has a family, you should be careful, her brother-in-law is very capable, haven't you seen the fatty who provoked Steward Jing a few days ago... En, isn't Fatty Hong now Lame Hong Er? Got beaten up!"

Fang Che was shocked: "Ah ah ah?"

"Stay away from her and you won't go wrong."

Zhao Ying'er smiled and turned to leave.

As soon as Zhao Ying'er left, Jing Xiuyun leaned over: "What did Zhao Ying'er say about me just now?"

"..."

Fang Che was utterly defeated.

Women, oh women...

Then someone came to notify: "Steward Fang, go to the Merit Pavilion to settle your merits."

Fang Che then went to the Merit Pavilion.

"In total, 7,910 merits. Congratulations Steward Fang, just 2,000 more merits, and you can upgrade to a second-level steward."

"Oh? I thought last time when merits were settled, it was 7,800, how come there's an extra 110?"

"Today is the end of the month, uniform settlement, one merit per day on duty; also, there is added merit from being intercepted by four Martial Marquises because having enough merit aroused the opponent's killing intent, but it also drew out the opponent's four Martial Marquises, though they are yet to be captured, it still counts as merit accumulation. It tallies up to these."

"Oh... I see now."

Fang Che understood: "By this calculation, even doing nothing and just grinding the ranks for hundreds of years, wouldn't one eventually become an elder?"

"Duty merits can only accumulate to a first-level steward at the most. Without merits from slaying the Demon Sect's race, no matter how much one accumulates merit from duty, after a hundred thousand years, one would still only be a steward."

"That's still quite fair."

"Indeed."

Fang Che came out, and just happened to meet Zuo Guanglie, who grabbed him as if discovering a treasure: "Steward Fang! Steward Fang! You must wait for me to come out!"

He hurried inside, still turning his head to yell: "You must wait for me to come out!"

Fang Che sighed.

He had no choice but to wait for him.

Then he heard Zuo Guanglie inside: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Just tell me the numbers directly... Okay... I'm leaving!"

Then.

Zuo Guanglie rushed out with a face full of urgency.

He grabbed Fang Che: "Steward Fang, has the nest you hit become active?"

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "How could it activate so fast? But the fish inside should still be there."

"Then let's go catch the fish."

"We need a net. Without a sturdy net, it won't do."

"How about King level?"

"Not guaranteed steady."

Zuo Guanglie was dumbfounded: "Even King level isn't steady?"

"If it's three or more Ninth Grade King level, it should be steady."

Fang Che said.

Zuo Guanglie was taken aback, the excited expression on his face slightly solidified.

Three Ninth Grade Kings?

He had currently only found one Sixth Rank King level.

Three Ninth Grades... where would he find such a group? Would he have to seek for the Hall Master? And various Hall Masters? But if that was the case, where would his merit stand?

"Captain Zuo, actually these matters, merit need not be enjoyed alone. Nor is it necessary to take the lion's share!"

Fang Che calmly said: "The most important thing is to eradicate evil for the people."

"Steward Fang is right."

Zuo Guanglie said, "Then I'll find some War Hall protectors. Also, with the Chief Steward leading, we'll act together. Mr. Fang, you're right, I was being narrow-minded."

Fang Che said, "Haha... not necessarily narrow-minded. But sharing benefits equally is always better than losing one's life."

He raised two fingers and said, "After the matter is settled, I want twenty percent of the merit."

"No problem at all! This is the nest hit by Steward Fang, twenty percent is a must!"

As per usual.

If one doesn't make a move but merely provides information, they could take ten percent or ten and a half percent of the merit. But Fang Che directly asked for twenty percent, and Zuo Guanglie could agree without hesitation.

Because now, after the Guardian position opened in the headquarters, everyone was going a bit crazy.

Nowadays, hoping to get substantial merit is extremely difficult!

That night.

Golden Horned Flood Dragon led the way.

Fang Che led all the way at the front.

Zuo Guanglie and seven others closely followed behind.

Three King level masters, four High-level Martial Marquises, Zuo Guanglie is a Third Grade Martial General, and Fang Che is Second grade general.

This team already counts as a very high power level.

They quietly walked in the shadows.

From the city all the way around to the north, it felt so far that they couldn't help feeling a bit sympathetic looking at Zuo Guanglie: this guy makes the trip once a day.

Counting the patrol, basically, every day involved running over two thousand miles.

Zuo Guanglie's face turned dark.

Running for merits is nothing?

In life, advancing and making money to marry a wife!

Zuo Guanglie felt indignant: What do you people understand?

Back then, I volunteered for the farthest route. And how is it now? As expected, the most big fish are hidden in the North District!

The Gu Tower was in sight.

Fang Che stopped.

"Arrived?" Zuo Guanglie asked nervously.

"Arrived."

Fang Che pointed at the Gu Tower in the night: "Inside, there are about twenty people."

Twenty-seven people, this was the precise data that Golden Horned Flood Dragon obtained with a day-to-day reconnaissance, and now, those twenty-seven people were all inside.

The leading one was a person. Additionally, there were four Martial Marquises, the same ones who attacked Fang Che.

It was a perfect time to catch them all in one go.

"Good."

The King levels nodded silently.

"This Gu Tower, below has tunnels, and also the windows are open on all sides, the surrounding environment is complicated and makes it easy to escape."

Fang Che reminded.

"No problem."

An Eighth grade King level frowned, "Is the information accurate?"

"Absolutely accurate."

"Then go in and take action, don't give them the chance to escape."

The group immediately made the decision.

Fang Che didn't participate in the action, standing guard outside. While Zuo Guanglie insisted on going in with them.

In order to earn some merits.

Had to agree.

Under the veil of night...

"Go!"

With a swish, eight figures, divided into four directions, glided like large birds across the night sky.

The silent night.

Suddenly, a world-shattering explosion sounded.

With a crash, a window of the Gu Tower was completely shattered, followed by screams.

Eight people struck simultaneously!

The rumbling sound was like continuous thunder.

The screams rose and fell, the collision sound was fierce.

With a crash.

A shadow let out a sharp howl, broke through the window, and clashed with a King from the Guardian Hall in mid-air, wildly spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, then his body flew out like a meteor.

The speed was at the extreme.

"Blood Burning Skill!"

Fang Che from a distance looked on, unable to help but sigh.

I've reminded you already, how could this happen?

Two figures from the Gu Tower flew out, chasing with full force.

But the person used the Blood Burning Skill, the speed was too fast, and was not able to catch up.

All had dejected expressions.

Fang Che was dumbfounded.

Because he watched that silhouette, it was directly coming towards his direction.

"Damn!"

Fang Che looked behind him.

Buildings filled the area, a patch of forest not far away, and through the forest was a resident area for commoners. Dense, with alleys like a spider web...

"This really..."

The person suddenly, with a swish, was almost overhead, Fang Che could clearly see, he was bleeding.

The expression was ferocious.

Blood continuously flowed out from the corners of his mouth...

Fang Che wanted to dodge, the opponent was a King level, even severely injured, was not someone he could handle!

But when he turned, he saw the dense residential area behind him, and the demon's target was clearly...

He suddenly remembered Ren Chang.

"Damn you!"

Fang Che shouted, a surge of hot blood rose in his chest, suddenly pulled out his sword, without hesitation, soared into the sky!

The blade's light like a meteor, lighting up the night sky.