Chương 33: Conflict has arisen.
The wind and snow begin to swirl.
In the quiet alley, a man's cold and cruel voice echoes, "If you delay any longer, you might witness a live performance of the spring palace."
A fierce killing intent, fueled by the boy's rage, reverberates through the alley as Ezreal glares at Xiao Mu Yu, determined to etch his face into memory. With a furious turn, he strides toward the Night Star's direction.
Ultimately, concern for Freya outweighs his anger at being deceived. Ezreal cannot fathom the despair that would engulf him if the girl, as pure and beautiful as an ethereal sprite, were to encounter the fate described by the man before him.
Right before his eyes, the sister he cherishes is abducted, subjected to a cruel and chilling darkness that no girl should ever endure. How could he face the world? How could he continue to exist?
"Ah!!!!" With a furious cry, the golden-haired youth leaps into the void, golden arcane light illuminating his path as he charges into the sky like a raging bull, disappearing from the cold man's sight.
"..." Watching the golden-haired youth depart with indifference, Xiao Mu Yu's expression remains unchanged. In the biting wind, his cloak billows slightly, and his cold, unfeeling figure gradually vanishes into the depths of the alley.
"What kind of person do you suppose that is?" In the highest chamber of the Night Star, a middle-aged noble named Joseph lounges on a sofa, his gaze mockingly fixed on the revelers below, casually inquiring.
"Very powerful, a man." A cold voice reverberates silently in the void, tinged with a hint of trepidation.
"Heh... indeed, a very formidable man. His swordsmanship is reputed to be the most powerful on this continent."
Joseph chuckles lightly, idly twirling a ring on his right hand. "Speed! When it reaches its zenith, it brings forth a terror that transcends death. Their sect has a saying: 'All techniques are broken; only speed remains unbroken.' This kind of sword speed, seemingly beyond the limits of time and space, has not been seen on this continent for decades."
"Are you referring to the Boundless?" The voice in the void carries a note of surprise.
"Exactly, the Boundless," Joseph replies with a smile. "Talon, it seems you Noxians are in for quite a bit of trouble. This man could prove to be more troublesome than the duo from De Bang combined."
"It's not 'you Noxians,' but 'we Noxians.' Warwick, it seems you've forgotten that your Zaun is part of us," the voice in the void responds coldly.
"Hahaha... Yes, yes! We Noxians! I misspoke, my apologies." Laughing heartily, the man known as Joseph continues.
Gradually, the void falls silent, the cold man hidden in the shadows ceasing to speak, while Warwick also withdraws his smile, lost in contemplation.
The small platform atop the casino descends into a temporary tranquility, with only the muffled sounds of gamblers and revelers below occasionally breaking the stillness.
Until...
"Bang!"
The door is suddenly flung open, interrupting the middle-aged man's reverie.
"What is this?" Warwick exclaims, astonished, disbelief etched across his face. "What on earth is happening?"
At the open doorway, several thugs hurriedly carry in a weak girl, whose chest bears a gaping wound, crimson blood spilling forth with each tremor of their steps.
It is evident that the girl is teetering on the brink of death.
"Boss... we found her nearby. Didn't you say to keep an eye on that man and this girl? We've brought her right away. Boss, what should we do next?" one of the thugs asks, fear evident in his voice, as it seems to be the first time they've seen their leader so uncharacteristically flustered.
"Cough... I mean, how did she get hurt like this?" Finally realizing his own discomposure, Warwick feigns calmness and asks.
"I don't know; she was already like this when we found her," the thug replies.
"Well, alright. You all can leave now; just leave her here," Warwick waves his hand dismissively.
After the thugs respectfully withdraw, gently closing the door behind them, Warwick approaches the girl lying on the carpet, scrutinizing her wounds.
"An exceptionally precise technique; a single strike pierced her heart's location without any deviation. If the second miss hadn't been born with her heart on the right side, she would have likely perished within three seconds of being struck. Now, it's merely excessive blood loss, so she hasn't died yet."
A cold voice emanates from behind Warwick, as the man's figure slowly materializes from the void. "From the shape of the wound, it appears the assailant was that man named Xiao Mu Yu."
"Oh? Why would that guy do this? I can't make sense of it," Warwick muses, stroking his chin in confusion.
"Clearly, the second miss's scheme has been uncovered," Talon replies with a cold smile, stepping closer to the unconscious girl, observing her furrowed brow with disdain. "Cassiopeia Kaka'o, a fallen descendant of General Du Kaka'o. Your so-called strategies to slay thousands are, in reality, quite lacking."
"Oh dear... I can't pretend I didn't hear that," Warwick chuckles mischievously, stroking his chin. "It seems you are quite concerned about the second princess's studies under Sir Swain."
"And what of it?" Talon retorts, his gaze icy as he regards Warwick as if he were a corpse. "If you wish, I can personally peel the layer of human skin from your face and let your brain meet the carpet in an intimate embrace."
Staring silently, Warwick chuckles and averts his gaze. "Just a joke, no need to get so worked up."
Casting a cold glance at him, Talon expressionlessly scoops up the unconscious girl and strides out the door. "I will tend to her wounds and stop the bleeding."
As his icy words linger in the air, the assassin's silhouette gradually fades around the corner.
Watching the man's indifferent departure, Warwick scratches his face with a grin. "Heh heh... In the end, you're just as tense, aren't you? It seems that even among the so-called fallen descendants, you care deeply. Your loyalty to that general is truly touching, haha... But it seems stubbornness is a tradition among Noxian soldiers, isn't it? Hahaha..."
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