Why do I have so many masters?

This is the last thing he needed to do.

Discarded pawn.

Just like the martial artist who had cut off the clues to that line before, Chi Pengfei's task was also to obliterate the flaws and clues exposed by Yang Hu with his own life.

The so-called promise never existed in the first place, and the hope to safely leave the organization with his parents was just a fanciful dream. The moon of his hometown could only exist in his occasional dreams.

And the organization's attitude towards those who are no longer useful was something he knew very clearly. Since the lord regarded him as a discarded pawn, they wouldn't protect his parents from conflicts either.

Over these years, he had made too many enemies.

Chi Pengfei's face twisted completely, and he suddenly roared:

"Xu Sixing!!!"

Wang Anfeng pulled him close and angrily shouted: "Where is Dongfang Ningxin?!"

Chi Pengfei did not answer but instead cried out mournfully:

"Father! Mother!"

The sound was shrill, vibrating in the air, as if even the beams of the house trembled slightly.

He then immediately collapsed, dying without closing his eyes.

With a broken arm, shattered internal organs, and poisoned, he sustained himself until now purely on willpower, and now, having lost his resolve, naturally fell to his death.

Wang Anfeng's chest heaved with breath; he let out a low growl, tossed aside Chi Pengfei's body, and surprisingly felt a tinge of weariness. The opponent had likely been preparing for at least three months, or even longer, with every detail brutally perfected.

What measures will they take next?

His mind raced as he abruptly turned, ready to sprint to one of the remaining possible locations. But after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turning back to look at the table with the blood-stained long hair, his eyes flashing with insight—

Since the opponent could use such means to set a trap, they must have known that Dongfang Ningxin was using this method to contact him.

This meant the opponent knew that as long as they couldn't kill or make Dongfang Ningxin completely unconscious, leaving them in the city would definitely pose some kind of threat.

And their numbers were steadily decreasing.

Under these circumstances, staying in the city was definitely the worst strategy.

But the city gates had already been sealed by Wuxin...

Wang Anfeng's expression changed, and he suddenly turned and rushed out, grabbing the young man hidden beneath the lantern tower, urgently asking: "In Liangzhou City, besides the city gate, is there any other way to get out?!"

The young man was startled but, after regaining his composure, stammered:

"There, there is..."

Wang Anfeng's thoughts suddenly cleared, and he said:

"Where?!"

The young man answered:

"Under the North Gate, there are two floodgates connected to the canals, normally closed, but if a flood occurs, they can be opened to release the water outside. Usually not many guards there, it's almost a hundred li from here..."

.........

The sound of the carriage resonated in the night.

The entirety of Liangzhou City's celebration was concentrated in the twenty or thirty district markets centered around Xingde District, with nearly a million people crammed there, making it impassable.

With the shift in attention, other places became extremely sparse, like streets during a curfew, where one might not see a single pedestrian for miles, allowing the carriage to gallop madly down the road.

Since they didn't care about silver coins and could lavishly spend them on buying properties to use just once, the four horses pulling the carriage were naturally top-grade, swift steeds.

The bulky man sat at the front driving the carriage; being from the grasslands, he naturally had excellent riding skills, making the carriage fast and stable. Dongfang Ximing sat inside, opposite the middle-aged man with closed eyes and a peaceful expression, seemingly unconcerned about her actions inside the carriage.

Dongfang Ximing pursed her lips, carefully lifted the curtain, and looked outside.

The towering walls of Liangzhou City were already very near, the moonlight midway, making this area quite dim, and in the night, they appeared like cold rocky cliffs. Seeing them indicated that she was already far from the city's center.

She would soon be taken out of the city, making it even harder for those still searching for her to find any trace.

A hint of despair arose in Dongfang Ximing's heart.

After moving forward for just under a quarter of an hour, the carriage stopped, and Dongfang Ximing heard the sound of rushing water in her ears.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite her opened his eyes and said:

"Have we arrived?"

Yang Hu responded affirmatively from outside.

Xu Sixing looked at Dongfang Ximing, smiled, and said:

"Miss Dongfang, please step out."

Dongfang Ximing pursed her lips, did not resist, and followed him off the carriage. The air was chilly in the autumn night, and in sight was a flowing river canal and the green-gray towering city wall.

The bulky man first killed the four strong horses and then loudly exerted himself to push the nearly ten-thousand-jin carriage into the river, erasing the traces, causing Dongfang Ximing to tremble involuntarily.

Xu Sixing looked at the city wall and said: "Originally, we should have taken the main road, but today, unfortunately, some idlers disrupted things, forcing us to take this last resort. When we return, we will naturally apologize to Miss."

Dongfang Ximing did not answer.

Yang Hu took the lead, breaking the chain on the stone door at the side of the wall and pushing it open. Xu Sixing walked forward, and without visibly taking action, the river parted from both sides, creating a gentle path; Dongfang Ximing knew this was a show of the other party's strength, but still couldn't help trembling with fear.