Chapter 634 - 403: Too Dangerous_3

Duan Rong pushed open the guesthouse door, startling the soldier on guard.

"Lord Duan, you’ve returned!" the soldier shouted upon seeing Duan Rong.

Duan Rong nodded slightly and turned to look at the crowd at the entrance of the guesthouse, asking, "What are they here for?"

The soldier didn’t have time to answer when a shout erupted from the crowd: "Quick! Thunder God Duan is back! Hurry!"

Duan Rong was taken aback upon hearing that.

"Thunder God Duan!?"

He almost instantly realized they meant him.

The people had already gathered around him, some handing him greeting cards, others giving him gifts, while quite a few enthusiastic young women rushed over trying to embrace him, though most looked indescribably odd.

Duan Rong immediately closed the guesthouse door, laughing through the fence, "You’ve mistaken me for someone else!"

Yet someone replied, "You are Thunder God Duan. We’ve got it all sorted out; this guesthouse only houses one person with the surname Duan, and I heard that soldier calling you Lord Duan just now!"

The crowd, hearing this person, cheered even more and pushed forward.

"Hold them back!"

Duan Rong shouted and dashed off towards his room.

There was only one guard at the door, unable to hold back so many people.

Sharp-eyed individuals saw Duan Rong darting into his room, and the crowd rushed in, breaking the door latch, finding the room already empty.

Duan Rong had already packed his things and jumped out the window.

His figure flashed, passing through two alleyways before stopping.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he truly felt scared.

Too dangerous!?

Really too dangerous!

If he had indeed been surrounded by those people, who knows what might have happened? Especially the woman running at the front, fat and ugly, with a thick layer of powder on her face; just thinking about it made Duan Rong shiver.

Ah!

It seems the guesthouse is no longer safe to return!

But he has to find a place to sleep.

Duan Rong’s eyes lit up; in this situation, a hostel isn’t safe either, best to go to Zhu Peng’s place.

Duan Rong shouldered his bag and had just reached Zhu Peng’s residence when he saw Zhu Peng swaggering from the alley.

He, having just finished breakfast, was ready to return home for a nap, when he unexpectedly saw Duan Rong coming.

Upon seeing Duan Rong with a bag, Zhu Peng laughed heartily, threw an arm around Duan Rong’s shoulder, and said: "What? The guesthouse is no longer an option, is it? I heard it already at the tea house breakfast. They’re all calling you Thunder God Duan now? Even the storyteller has exaggerated you to seem like you have three heads and six arms."

Duan Rong’s face darkened upon hearing this. Fame is as fearsome as a pig’s bulk; this was his first time experiencing it.

Zhu Peng casually said: "No worries. The guesthouse is a no-go; we’ll sleep together from now on."

Duan Rong immediately pushed him away, saying: "Who’s going to sleep with you? Your residence is large enough; find me a room."

Zhu Peng said: "Just joking, don’t get upset. There’s a fine villa in the residence; I’ll take you there. It’s peaceful and clean."

"That’s more like it!"

After sleeping in Zhu Peng’s villa, the two woke up and had lunch together, lazily heading to the Ministry of Justice in the afternoon.

They reckoned Zhu Cheng should still be busy, so they went to take shifts, allowing Zhu Cheng some rest.

As they strolled chatting, they reached the Ministry of Justice’s entrance, seeing the pockmarked face sorting out paperwork on the stone steps beside the door. Clearly, it was only at this hour that the Ministry’s scheduled work had finished.

The pockmarked face gathered the paperwork in his arms and happened to see Duan Rong and Zhu Peng approaching from afar, bowing slightly before turning up the steps, heading into the Ministry.

Duan Rong was originally chatting and joking with Zhu Peng, but upon seeing the pockmarked back, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Why does this back and walking posture seem increasingly familiar!

Duan Rong’s heart suddenly skipped.

He remembered!

That was the back of the Artifact Spirit from the Black Iron Shuttle Dart that devoured the one who shot Zhou Wei last night!

Exactly the same, and the walking posture was identical!

Duan Rong’s thoughts raced, and his Divine Sense suddenly spread forth, penetrating the pockmarked face’s Dantian just crossing the Ministry of Justice’s threshold.

In the pockmarked face’s Dantian loomed a concentrated mass of True Qi, its robust intensity clearly at the Third Level of the True Qi Realm!

"Indeed, it’s the Third Level of the True Qi Realm!"

"He’s the one who shot Zhou Wei!"