Warren's Rise and Fall

Time passed slowly, and finally it was the third night. The night was like thick ink, heavily covering the entire Qingyuan Town, immersing it in a dead silence. The narrow streets stretched out in the embrace of darkness, as if they were mysterious passages hiding countless secrets. Occasionally, a breeze blew gently, bringing up a few fallen leaves on the ground, rustling, and adding a bit of tension.

The moon was like a shy girl, sometimes peeking out half of its face from the clouds, casting a cold light, like a cold gaze, peeping at everything that was about to happen under the night. The outlines of the houses under the moonlight were shadowy, like silent witnesses, or as if they were worried about the upcoming battle.

As usual, the flower thief sneaked into Qingyuan Town with full confidence. He passed through a forest outside the town. The forest was dense and deep, and the moonlight could only shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves. He nimbly avoided the obstruction of the branches, like a nimble wild cat, moving quickly and silently in the woods. Every step he took was just right, avoiding the dead branches and leaves on the ground without making a sound. There was a cunning and conceited look in his eyes. His familiarity with the forest made him move freely, as if this was his exclusive territory.

After entering the town, he walked quickly along a remote alley, and seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here. The alley was narrow and dim, and the houses on both sides had their doors and windows closed tightly, as if they could sense the impending danger even in their sleep. The walls were covered with moss, exuding a damp and decayed smell. He thought to himself, "How can these ordinary people be my opponents? I have come to scout the place for two consecutive days, and they are helpless. Tonight I must find a beautiful girl." He hummed a little tune, and the tune echoed in the quiet alley, which seemed particularly harsh, full of provocation and disdain. He swaggered towards the target location, not realizing that the danger was quietly approaching, as if the entire Qingyuan Town was under his control.

When he came near the flowers, Wang Lunwo and Yan Jinfan had already ambushed there. They held their breath, stared at the surroundings, held their weapons tightly, and their palms were full of sweat. Wang Lunwo held the big knife tightly, the blade flashed cold light in the moonlight, his eyes were firm and sharp, as if he wanted to kill the flower thief with one blow. Yan Jinfan held a long stick, leaned forward slightly, and listened attentively to the movements around him. Any slight movement could not escape his ears. Their heartbeats were clearly audible in the silence, tension and excitement intertwined, waiting for that critical moment.

At this moment, a slight gust of wind came, and the shadow of the flower thief flashed like a ghost. Wang Lunwo and Yan Jinfan felt nervous, knowing that the flower thief had come. They looked at each other, saw determination and resolution in each other's eyes, nodded, and then suddenly jumped out of their hiding place, shouting: "Flower thief, stop being so presumptuous!" This shout cut through the silent night sky, as if it was a declaration of war for justice.

The flower thief was startled by the sudden shout, "Damn it, these people dared to ambush me." A flash of surprise flashed through his mind, but he regained his composure in an instant. He sneered, "You guys think you can stop me?" After that, he started fighting with Wang Lunwo and Yan Jinfan. He turned around and rushed towards Wang Lunwo like a whirlwind, waving his folding fan, and the tip of the fan was directly at Wang Lunwo's throat. Wang Lunwo quickly raised his knife to block, and the sound of metal collision rang out in the night sky, sparks flew everywhere. Yan Jinfan took the opportunity to swing his long stick and attack the flower thief from the side. The long stick hit the flower thief's leg with a whirring sound. The flower thief jumped lightly to avoid the attack of the long stick, and at the same time, the folding fan was swung again, attacking Yan Jinfan's head.

At the same time, an old man also walked out from the darkness. The old man had sharp eyes and a nimble body. He first fought back and forth with the flower thief tentatively. He flashed and used a set of boxing techniques like flowing water, with the sound of fists whirring, and rushed directly to the flower thief. Each punch was powerful, as if it could split mountains and rocks. The flower thief was shocked, "This old man is quite capable, but I am not afraid." He evaded the old man's attacks flexibly and occasionally fought back a few times. He took advantage of the opponent's palm power and flew back lightly like a fallen leaf, intending to evacuate. He thought to himself that these people seemed to be more difficult to deal with than he thought, and he could not stay here for long.

At this time, the middle-aged man and the young woman came over from the side to support. The middle-aged man held a long sword, and his sword skills were sharp. Every move was full of momentum, and he stabbed at the flower thief. His sword skills were like a storm, and every sword was aimed at the vital points of the flower thief. The young woman was light and graceful, and she waved the long sword in her hand like a spirit snake, constantly interfering with the actions of the flower thief. Her sword skills were flexible and changeable, sometimes she made a feint, and sometimes she stabbed, making the flower thief unable to defend himself.

The flower thief gradually felt exhausted under the siege of the crowd. "I didn't expect these people to be so difficult to deal with. If I continue like this, I might suffer." Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid. His eyes revealed a trace of anxiety and panic, but he was still fighting desperately. He saw that it was difficult to escape for the time being, so he came up with a plan. Suddenly, he used a feint and pretended to attack the young woman, attracting everyone to protect her. Then he took the opportunity to turn around and rushed towards the outside of the town. His speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

He fled quickly along the alley he had come from, and after leaving the town, he plunged into the woods. In the woods, he dodged left and right, trying to get rid of the pursuers behind him. Branches kept whipping his face and body, but he ignored them and just ran forward desperately. His figure shuttled through the woods, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like a wounded beast desperately looking for a way to escape.

The crowd chased after him, and saw that the flower thief was about to disappear in the woods. At this time, the flower thief suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted to everyone: "If you are brave enough, you can come to Qingmu Mountain outside Qingyuan Town to find me." Then, he flashed and shot away like a flash of lightning, and instantly disappeared into the night.

Everyone looked at the direction where the flower thief left, feeling a little annoyed. Wang Lunwo frowned and said, "This flower thief ran quite fast, but he can't escape so easily." Yan Jinfan also echoed, "That's right, we must go to Qingmu Mountain and completely eradicate him and restore peace to Qingyuan Town." The old man pondered for a moment and said, "The terrain of Qingmu Mountain is complicated. We can't go there rashly. Besides, the other party was able to escape unscathed under the siege of several of us. I'm afraid we need to think about this matter in the long run." The middle-aged man and the young woman also nodded in agreement. Under the moonlight, their figures seemed particularly firm, as if telling of their determination to protect justice. They knew that a bigger challenge was coming, but they were not afraid, because they had the fire of justice burning in their hearts and the responsibility to protect the people of Qingyuan Town on their shoulders.