I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 387. Sneak Attack
A light drizzle falls, shrouding the alleyway in gloom.

There was also a girl who was cornered and beaten.

This scene was very familiar to Xia Feng, stirring up his childhood memories that were buried deep in his mind.

Before he met Sister Yi, he was bullied by his peers every day, and being cornered was a common occurrence for him.

So when he saw this scene, it was somewhat jarring to him.

When the blond-haired boy who was leading the group saw an adult arrive, especially one who had gotten out of a sports car, he gripped his wooden stick tightly and asked warily, "Who—who are you?"

Xia Feng glanced indifferently at the girl at the back. Her calves and arms were covered in bruises, her face was slashed by a knife, and her hair was disheveled, making her look like a beggar.

Xia Feng smiled slightly: "What are you all doing?"

Seeing that this adult seemed easy to talk to, the five men breathed a sigh of relief. The leader, a blond-haired man, pointed at the girl behind him and smiled smugly.
“We’re teaching this traitor’s daughter a lesson. Uncle, go online. Her name is Chen Xiaoshui. She used to be quite famous. Her father was a spy from the Evil Clan, her grandfather was a rebel in Baidi City, and her mother was a prostitute. There’s not a single good person in her family.”

indeed.

Since the 'Baidi Incident', the rebels in Baidi City have been frequently brought up for criticism and ridicule, maintaining a high level of popularity and becoming very popular online.

How popular is it?

Every marketing account has produced videos about the "Baidi Incident." After all, just talking about this event causes a surge in traffic, and with a bit of luck, the number of likes can skyrocket to hundreds of thousands or even millions overnight.

Therefore, in order to delve deeper into the huge traffic hidden behind this historical event, many people began to dig up information about the rebels' families.

When family members' information is exposed online, the consequences are predictable: they send ghost money and knives, throw feces at each other's homes, commit robbery, or even murder in public. They euphemistically call it eliminating spies for the empire, an act of justice, and claim that the family members should be pardoned.

This craze initially lasted for three years before gradually fading from public view, but its popularity remains high, making it one of the best sources of income.

Upon seeing Chen Xiaoshui, Xia Feng suddenly remembered seeing a meme of Chen Xiaoshui before: [A black and white photo of a girl with a strange smile, captioned 'My grandpa is a good person!']

It's probably meant ironically: Stop making excuses, how can a bad person admit to being a bad person?
Later, this meme spread and became a popular emoji for when someone is lying.

Xia Feng rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. Fortunately, he was an old-fashioned person who only liked to use the soybean emoji when chatting.

But to be honest, sometimes knowing the whole story is quite painful; you really want to hit someone.

He continued to smile and walk slowly forward.

Seeing the man's interested expression, seemingly wanting to participate in this righteous trial of the traitor, the leader, a blond-haired man, chuckled smugly, his eyebrows dancing with delight.

"Uncle, I know what you're trying to do. You want to film and release a trial video, right? Fine, but I'll get 50% of the profits from that video."

Xia Feng's dark eyes remained calm: "What did you call me?"

The blond-haired man was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle, uh—" Thud!!! Before he could finish speaking, Xia Feng slapped him hard across the face, sending him spinning three times in the air before crashing into the damp wall with a thud.

The walls of the alleyway cracked and splintered, and the boy collapsed to the ground screaming in pain, his face swollen and bleeding.

"I'm so young, yet you call me 'uncle'?" Xia Feng stepped on his cheek, frowning as he looked down at him. "Are you looking down on me?"

Upon seeing this, the other four were immediately enraged, feeling as if they had encountered a madman.

This man had a stubble beard and looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. It was already quite kind of him not to call him grandpa!

Seeing the four people's expressions, Xia Feng suddenly realized and tilted his head back. He had almost forgotten that he had disguised himself and was no longer the handsome man he once was.

"But what's with those angry looks? Do you suspect I'm a spy for the Nightmare Clan?" Xia Feng said, looking displeased. "How dare you slander a second-tier Spirit Master like me! You're asking for death!"

A second-tier spirit master?! No, you're insane! When did we say you were a spy?!
The five men retreated in terror, "B-Uncle, we didn't say you were a traitor—"

“No, I said you said it, so you said it.” Xia Feng smiled kindly and continued to walk forward slowly.

Soon, in the dimly lit alleyway, where a light rain was falling, piercing screams echoed one after another.

The five people didn't understand why this uncle was suddenly causing them trouble, and Chen Xiaoshui was equally confused.

She squinted through her fingers, trying to peek at the scene outside, but the next moment she heard the man's deep voice: "It's a bit bloody, close your eyes."

"This uncle is a good person," she thought to herself, and obediently closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, she felt the sound of a trench coat fluttering in front of her, completely blocking the light rain from above.

The girl looked up, her left eye wrapped in bandages, her only remaining light green right eye opening groggily, revealing the tall, unshaven figure of a man in her pupils.

The man tossed her a pocket watch, which she hurriedly caught. She looked at it with a puzzled expression. Inside the slightly open pocket watch was a photo of her grandparents and mother, the edges of which were yellowed and very old. Her childhood home address was also written on it.

"I'm your grandfather's friend, and I know he's not a rebel. Will you come home with me?" Xia Feng felt that his influence within the Peach Organization couldn't be limited to just the half-dragon legion; he also needed to develop some human subordinates.
As for these humans' talents and ages, none of that matters. He has plenty of ways to awaken good spiritual artifacts in them.

Of course, this girl is indeed quite young.

She's only ten years old.
It's not a big deal, and I promised Lee Jae-seok I'd look after his daughter. Now that his daughter is missing, I'll take care of his granddaughter instead.

Seeing the man's outstretched hand, the girl looked down at the pocket watch in her hand, paused for two seconds, gripped the pocket watch tightly, nodded emphatically, and silently reached out her small hand to take the man's hand.

Xia Feng patted her head and smiled gently: "From now on, I'm your older brother. You can call me Brother Feng."

Brother? The girl looked at the man's somewhat rough face, tilted her head, and thought that this old man was going to adopt her as his daughter.
Xia Feng used the cleansing spiritual robe to purify the girl's bruises, and while bandaging her wounds, he asked in confusion:
"According to the information I've received, your mother's whereabouts are still unknown. Do you know where she went?"

Hearing the man's question, the girl's expression tightened slightly, and her small hands suddenly gripped the hem of her skirt. However, after meeting the man's sincere gaze, she bit her lip and whispered,
"East, Dongsheng Fortress, Mom was captured and taken to that military base."

"It's this place again." Xia Feng frowned, about to ask something more, when suddenly his gaze sharpened, and he grabbed the girl and took a step.

He spun in place, igniting black flames that instantly tore apart and engulfed his and the girl's afterimages.

Xia Feng carried the girl and instantly appeared on the roof of a low brick house, his trench coat fluttering in the wind.

The rain in the gloomy sky threatened to turn into a downpour, pouring down in torrents. Through the rain, the figures of three eerie creatures could be vaguely seen.

They surrounded Xia Feng in the center.

"咚咚-"

The Demon's heart reacted.

They were three five-eyed nightmares! Some even exuded a terrifying aura of six eyes.

Xia Feng frowned. It wasn't the Black Moon Church or the Golden Finch Flower, but the Nightmare Clan that had come to kill him? What was going on? And he had been hiding so well; he shouldn't have been exposed.

Could it be a manhunt by the person behind the Holy Law? Xia Feng wondered.

But Saint Yiqin is a spiritual artifact of the Three Star Gods, belonging to the Star God's power. How could she be associated with the Nightmare Clan?

(End of this chapter)