Chapter 112: A Senseless Sacrifice Is Not Heroism
Chapter 112: Chapter 112: A Senseless Sacrifice Is Not Heroism
"Brother, do you have a fever? Did it fry your brain?"
Shen Mengyi stared at Shen Yuzhe in astonishment.
He had always been extremely strict about her social life.
He never let her get too close to any boys.
Not even her classmates were an exception.
’But today, he’s actually telling me to pursue Lin Yi?’
Shen Mengyi felt like she didn’t even recognize him anymore...
In response to his sister’s skepticism, Shen Yuzhe chuckled. "Mengyi, the only reason I didn’t want you getting too close to those boys before was because those losers aren’t worth you wasting your feelings on!"
"You’re going to get into a Martial Arts University in the future, and with your current achievements, there’s no doubt you’ll succeed.
But the same can’t be said for them!"
"I was afraid you’d let them affect your training, that they’d hold you back!"
"However, after observing him for a while, I’ve seen that Lin Yi’s talent is genuinely impressive. He should have no problem getting into a Martial Arts University!"
"In that case, why would I stop you? If you two end up in the New District together, I’ll be happy for you..."
After Shen Yuzhe finished speaking,
Shen Mengyi didn’t answer right away.
She studied the man before her carefully.
After a long moment, she finally said, "Brother, are you sure you don’t have a fever?"
"I don’t!" Shen Yuzhe shook his head, his gaze sincere.
"Are you sure you’re not messing with me?"
"Absolutely. I’m telling you the truth!"
After a long pause, Shen Mengyi finally nodded. "Okay, you can go now. I’m going to sleep!"
Shen Yuzhe gave his sister a long look before slowly rising from his chair.
"Mengyi, think carefully about what I’ve said!"
"Lin Yi is worthy of you. You two are a perfect match. Go for it!"
Shen Mengyi was speechless.
Only after Shen Yuzhe had left the room
did Shen Mengyi’s mind fall into chaos.
Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
When she thought of Lin Yi’s face, her heart began to race.
It felt as if something was about to burst out of her chest.
All her drowsiness vanished, leaving her feeling more awake than ever.
Her mind was filled with Lin Yi’s face, an image she couldn’t shake.
...
「Martial Arts Police Station.」
Inside a small conference room.
Lin Yi had been brought there directly by Chu Zhengxiong.
The three captains of the Demon Hunting Squads, as well as Mo Yanfeng and Tang Zhan, were all seated at a long table.
Just a moment ago, Lin Yi had relayed the information he’d received from Lin Yu.
An oppressive silence descended upon the conference room.
Every face in the room was grim.
After a long moment, Chu Zhengxiong shot to his feet, slamming the table.
"Can we get a word in here, people?"
"What are you all thinking about with those long faces? If we just sit here thinking, Blood Drop is going to use us as a sacrifice!"
After Chu Zhengxiong finished speaking,
all eyes in the room turned to him.
"Old Chu, calm down and sit,"
Han Bin said in a measured tone.
"Sit my ass! Our eyebrows are singed, and you’ve still got the patience to sit around?"
Han Bin glanced up at him before shifting his gaze to Lin Yi.
"First, let me be clear. I’m not doubting the accuracy of Lin Yi’s intel."
"I’m just questioning the reliability of his source.
Blood Drop just lost Wu Liang. Could they be releasing false information on purpose to lure us into a trap?"
"Could it be a trap waiting for us? Are they just waiting to wipe us all out in one go?"
"The Demon Hunting Bureau and Blood Drop have always been like fire and water—completely irreconcilable."
"Our hatred for each other runs too deep to be resolved. Whenever we meet, it’s a fight to the death... Does Blood Drop really not care that Wu Liang is dead?"
"Have they really grown so arrogant that they can just casually abandon a 6-star Martial Artist?"
"If they do care, they’ll be out for revenge, looking to settle old scores along with the new. This could be a deliberately released signal to make us walk right into a net!"
"And if they don’t care, why would they launch their plan ahead of schedule?"
"What about the demonic beasts? Would they really be willing to cooperate with Blood Drop?"
He threw out a series of questions.
The conference room once again fell silent.
They’d had too many dealings with Blood Drop; the lunatics’ schemes were endless.
And after Han Bin’s analysis, the others present found themselves agreeing with him.
They believed it was false information released by Blood Drop.
The goal was to lure them in and then wipe them all out.
Now, even Chu Zhengxiong had fallen silent.
He sat there, deep in thought.
After a long moment, Mo Yanfeng, sitting beside him, nodded.
"Brother Han has a point. I also think Blood Drop is doing this deliberately to lure us in.
However, I believe this is also an opportunity for us!"
"Don’t forget our mission here in the Old District, everyone. We’re here to find the Blood Drop Believers and destroy them completely. Ever since they arrived in the Old District, they’ve been responsible for one bloodbath after another!"
"Countless Martial Artists have been bled dry by them, sowing panic across the cities of the Old District!"
"The Bureau is pushing for progress, and the Martial Arts Alliance is watching this situation closely!"
"Fortune favors the bold. We might as well turn their own plan against them and give them the fight they’re looking for. It’ll save us the trouble of this constant game of cat and mouse, with them hiding all over and us chasing them!"
"It would actually save us time and a lot of trouble!"
Mo Yanfeng finished with a light laugh.
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.
It was as if he had been waiting for this day for a very long time.
Han Bin and Mo Ya exchanged a look.
"That’s right, I agree with Old Mo. Let’s give them a good, clean fight. Either we’re all wiped out, or Blood Drop disappears for good!"
"What’s there to be afraid of? What’s the damn use of sitting here talking everything to death?"
"How does that saying go? ’To knowingly walk into the tiger’s den.’ Besides, those Blood Drop people are just a bunch of rats. Find their nest, kill every last one, and all our problems will be solved, right?"
Chu Zhengxiong said, looking incredibly impatient.
At his words, Han Bin smiled and glanced at him and Mo Yanfeng.
"They say the people from Blood Drop are lunatics, that they’re completely unscrupulous, extremists who don’t even care about their own lives!"
"Looking at you two now, I’d say you’re not much different!"
"Each of you is crazier than the last... But this time, I agree with Old Mo. I don’t care if it’s a conspiracy or an overt plot. Let’s just do it!"
"But we can’t go in blind. We need a solid plan!"
"Old Chu, Old Mo, if we just rashly charge in with the members of our three squads, you both know what the consequences will be. Demon Hunters aren’t afraid to die, but we can’t die for nothing!"
"If my life could ensure the destruction of Blood Drop, I would sacrifice it without hesitation!"
"But if I die without even shaking Blood Drop’s foundations, then my life is worthless. So, my suggestion is to request backup. We need more people!"
"If we’re going to do this, we need to be damn sure we can win!"
"A pointless sacrifice isn’t heroic, it’s foolish!"
"Even if we die, it must be for a worthy cause. Our deaths must have value..."
At his words, everyone in the conference room nodded slightly.
Tang Zhan stretched languidly and said with a grin, "After all that hemming and hawing, we’re finally on to something interesting!"
"Are we going to war with those lunatics? Count me in. The Xinghai City Martial Arts Police Station will offer its full cooperation.
Of course, I can’t guarantee how many people will join. They have the right to refuse."
"But I’m definitely going. I haven’t been this excited since I was demoted to the Old District!"
Han Bin chuckled, gave him a look, and nodded slightly.
"I’ll call the Bureau, explain the situation, and request that the other squads be transferred here," Han Bin said.
"Then I’ll go find the old man and ask him to talk to the Martial Arts Alliance, see if we can borrow some people," Mo Ya said with a smile.
But as soon as she finished speaking,
the gazes of Chu Zhengxiong, Mo Yanfeng, and Han Bin all turned to Lin Yi.
Their meaning was clear: if Lin Yi were the one to make the request,
it might be more effective than Mo Ya.
However, Lin Yi completely misunderstood.
Under their collective gaze, Lin Yi gave a hollow laugh. "I can’t call anyone. I can only offer myself. If you need me, I’ll go..."