Chapter 210: Who Am I

At the Galaxy Chamber of Commerce, outside the entrance, a rickshaw passed through the commercial street and slowly stopped right in front of the main gate. A man, dressed in a white woolen overcoat with a dark blue scarf wrapped around his collar, got out. He casually pulled a silver coin from his pocket and tossed it to the rickshaw puller.

The rickshaw puller's eyes widened instantly when the silver coin landed in his hand. A brilliant smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum, immediately spread across his face as he bowed repeatedly, seeing off the distinguished guest.

Chu Muyun stood still at the entrance of the Galaxy Chamber of Commerce, gazing at the deserted doorway, and couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

Something’s not right. The security at the entrance used to be very strict. Why is there no one here now?

Where are they? Where has everyone gone?

Chu Muyun walked to the entrance and politely pressed the doorbell several times, but still, there was no answer. The guard post next to it was also empty. If one listened carefully, a continuous alarm could faintly be heard emanating from deep within the manor.

“Has something happened inside the Chamber of Commerce...?” Chu Muyun adjusted the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose. He didn’t need to think twice; he knew who was causing this commotion.

Now, the problem was… he had come to the Galaxy Chamber of Commerce to rescue Chen Ling, who had been kidnapped. But with the entire Chamber of Commerce in chaos because of him, should he still go in and rescue the person?

Chu Muyun hesitated for a moment at the entrance, then gently swept his hand across the iron gate. The heavy iron gate was instantly sliced open, its smooth, clean cut resembling that of a surgical blade. It crashed down in the deserted doorway, and a wide, open path was thus revealed before Chu Muyun’s eyes.

“When I arrived, the gate was already like this,” Chu Muyun murmured to himself. “I saw no one at the entrance, so I just walked straight in... I was merely passing by.”

As he spoke, he began to walk unhurriedly towards the chaotic interior of the Chamber of Commerce.

Amidst the piercing alarm, a red-clad figure swiftly darted across the manor.

The figure was incredibly conspicuous. The guards patrolling the manor immediately changed direction, all pursuing the flash of red. A paper figure floated through the sky like a kite, leading the chase and rapidly closing the distance with the red-clad person.

At this moment, the red-clad person knew he was completely surrounded, but his expression showed little change. In his eyes, there was only the interrogation room, drawing ever closer.

For him, life and death might mean nothing; there were always some things more important than life and death.

He looked at the numerous guards encircling him, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint. Without slowing down, he crashed into the crowd. In the ensuing chaos, he seized a sharp dagger with a backhand, plunged it into his own chest, and then slashed downwards, almost disemboweling himself!

The power of this single stab was far more than just three ordinary stabs. As blood gushed out, a large amount of his internal organs were exposed to the air, instantly pushing him to the brink of death!

As blood soaked the crimson opera robe, his speed did not decrease but instead increased multifold from before. He moved like a red lightning bolt through the crowd. As he ran at high speed, fragments of internal organs floated from his body, splattering along the bloody path.

Witnessing this scene, all the pursuing guards were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a gruesome and bizarre sight. As the red-clad figure roared past, everyone stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered.

The red-clad person coughed violently, his vitality rapidly fading. However, with the blood-soaked attire pushed to its limit, his speed momentarily matched that of the flying paper figure, making him impossible to catch. At the same time, the interrogation room rapidly drew closer before his eyes.

Just as he was about to burst in, streams of ink erupted from thin air. Amidst countless interwoven brushstrokes, a black-clad figure materialized before him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the black-clad figure scoffed, then uttered, “Freeze.”

As the last syllable resonated, a calligraphic scroll floated from his fingertips. The characters on it faded away as if burning, and a powerful restraining force instantly locked onto the running red-clad figure!

The red-clad figure’s body instantly froze in place!

“Just a Tier 2, yet you dare to run wild in the Galaxy Chamber of Commerce?” the black-clad figure said unhurriedly. “Do you truly think we are mere decorations?”

The sealing character of the Tier 4 Calligraphy God’s path was simply something the current Tier 2 red-clad person could not break free from. He also hadn’t expected to encounter the opponent here again. He glared fiercely at the black-clad figure, his eyes bloodshot.

During this brief pause, the paper figure had lightly floated down behind the red-clad person. The terrifying aura of a Tier 4 and a Tier 5 master bore down heavily upon the red-clad person’s shoulders!

Caught in a pincer attack, even if the red-clad person were to break free from the ‘freeze’ character now, he would have nowhere to escape.

Not far away, a group of figures slowly approached.

“Red robes, face-changing,” the old butler said with a grim expression, his eyes fixed on the red-clad figure frozen mid-air. “This reminds me of someone... But he should be dead. I was there the day he turned to ash.”

“This kid’s methods are quite bizarre; perhaps he still has some means of escape,” the Puppeteer replied hoarsely from the side.

“It’s him! He’s Chen Ling!!” Yan Xishou, supported by the old butler, rubbed the back of his head, grimacing in pain. “Just now, he kept pressing me about something concerning a heart... He’s here to avenge himself and his brother.”

“No, that’s not right. I’ve seen Chen Ling. His face wasn’t this young. This is clearly just a youth.”

“Then who is he? Chen Yan?”

“But both of them died long ago. Without hearts, without organs, how could he be here, whether he’s the older or younger brother?”

“Then who else could be standing here? An avenging ghost?”

“If only the Seven Districts hadn't fallen, we could send someone to dig up the burial site from back then, see how many bodies are there, and everything would become clear.”

Upon hearing the last sentence, the red-clad person’s pupils slightly contracted.

He suddenly remembered that he had gone to the mass grave at the time, but had never personally dug up that layer of soil... Or rather, he was about to dig it up, but was stopped by Ah Yan, who appeared in his mind, preventing him from digging deeper.

If he had dug through that frozen, blood-soaked earth back then, what would have appeared beneath it?

Would it be Chen Ling? Or Chen Yan?

Or...

Everyone seemed extremely curious about the red-clad person’s identity. The old butler tried to compare his face with that of Chen Ling, who had self-immolated on the train, but found no resemblance whatsoever. He frowned at the unfamiliar young face, slowly walked forward, and asked in a deep voice:

“Who, exactly, are you?”

Locked in place by the ‘freeze’ character, the red-clad person marshaled all his strength, struggling wildly to break free from the power of the Calligraphy God’s path, his entire body trembling almost imperceptibly.

He slowly raised his blood-soaked eyes, gazed at the old butler for a long moment, and gave a bitter smile,

“Indeed...”

“Who... exactly am I?”