The banquet ended, and it was almost late at night. Pan Yang pushed Pei Zhouyang along slowly. There weren't many guards along the way in the palace, and the lights were dim.
As soon as the two stepped out of the palace, more than a dozen assassins suddenly appeared. Judging from their waist tags, they all seemed to be top-ranking members of the Dark Night Pavilion.
The leader frowned when he saw Ji Panyang behind Pei Zhouyang and slowly said, "Ji Panyang, the Pavilion Master said he was willing to give you a chance. As long as you go back now, the Pavilion Master will be willing to tell you everything about your parents and ask you to make any demands. But the premise is that you will not betray the Dark Night Pavilion. Of course, you can also kill Pei Yang right now to show your loyalty."
Upon hearing this, Pan Yang walked up to Pei Zhouyang and summoned Xiaoyao: "Oh, enough talk, let's get started."
"Ji Panyang, are you sure you can stop us all by yourself?" The leader's voice was tinged with coldness. He felt that Ji Panyang was too naive and too arrogant.
Pei Zhouyang propped his head up and looked at the group of assassins, then pulled Ji Panyang aside: "I am also a party involved. Ji Panyang is now my man. You should at least ask for my opinion."
"Heh, the opinions of the dead don't need to be asked." The leader sneered, and in an instant, everyone began to act.
Pan Yang also went to meet him, while Pei Zhouyang sighed, seemingly somewhat helpless. Just as an assassin was about to rush towards him, he decisively stood up from his wheelchair and kicked him directly.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the assassins were dead. Pei Zhouyang clapped his hands, slowly walked to his wheelchair and sat down. An also appeared at this time and was not too surprised to see the corpses all over the ground.
"Clean this place up." Pei Zhouyang's voice was calm. He then looked at Pan Yang and slowly said, "What are your plans? Dark Night Pavilion is the number one assassin organization in the martial arts world. They only care about money, not people."
"How much money do you have?" Pan Yang looked at him, walked behind him, and pushed his wheelchair.
"Too many to list, I don't know the specifics." Pei Zhouyang asked, somewhat puzzled, "What do you want to do?"
"Send someone to the Dark Night Pavilion to place a mission: protect you. If they can kill the person who wants to take your life, you will be rewarded with eighty taels of silver," Pan Yang said, enunciating each word clearly.
It's been said that the Dark Night Pavilion only cares about money, not people. This has created a conflict in the mission. For the sake of the money, they'll have to argue about it.
Pei Zhouyang chuckled upon hearing this: "Alright, the Dark Night Pavilion will probably be thrown into chaos. Your method is quite amusing."
"I'm going out tomorrow," Pan Yang continued.
"Okay, come back soon."
"Um."
The next day, Ouyang Luo sat in his room, looking at the portrait in his hand. It was of a woman dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, holding a sword, and looking heroic and valiant.
Several screams came from outside the door, and then a person broke down the door and fell to the ground, then passed out. Pan Yang walked into the room and saw Ouyang Luo.
A hint of surprise flashed in Ouyang Luo's eyes, but he quickly concealed it and simply smiled: "Impressive, impressive, you do have some of the style of your parents back in the day."
“The person in this portrait is your mother.” A hint of infatuation flashed in Ouyang Luo’s eyes as he picked up the portrait and showed it to Pan Yang. “Back then, your father and I both liked her, but unfortunately your mother only liked your father, so I had to give up.”
“Ji Panyang, I actually treat you like my own child. I was shocked when your parents died, but I didn’t want to overprotect you, so I let you start from the bottom. As it turns out, you didn’t disappoint me. This position of Pavilion Master is reserved for you.”
Ouyang Luo was practically lying without thinking, his tone serious and his eyes filled with helplessness, as if it were really as he said.
After watching him finish speaking, Fan Yang decisively raised Xiao Yao and pointed at him: "In that case, you can give me the position of Pavilion Master now."
"What?" Ouyang Luo's expression froze. He hadn't expected Pan Yang to say this. He gave a dry laugh: "Is Pan Yang angry? Angry that I've been hiding this from you all this time?"
"Do you think I'm really that easy to fool?" Pan Yang was speechless, shook Xiao Yao off, and took action.
Ouyang Luo dodged back repeatedly. Pan Yang really didn't believe what he said, but he didn't really want Pan Yang to believe him. He just wanted to kill this person. Then he touched the edge of the table and pressed the button.
The room filled with gas in an instant. Pan Yang covered his mouth and nose and took two steps back. He saw Ouyang Luo raise his hand to strike, but his vision began to blur and his steps became unsteady. With a thud, Pan Yang fell to the ground.
The smoke quickly dissipated, and Ouyang Luo looked at the fallen Pan Yang and sneered. No matter how powerful his martial arts were, he was still tricked by him. He picked up the portrait that had fallen to the ground and tore it in half, throwing it on the ground.
What a nuisance. He should have killed Ji Panyang back then, but he was just curious whether Ji Panyang could survive in the Dark Night Pavilion, so he just dumped him somewhere. He didn't expect that Ji Panyang would actually have some skills.
He walked to Pan Yang's side, squatted down, and lifted Pan Yang up. Looking at Pan Yang's face, his eyes darkened. Then he took out a dagger from his sleeve and raised his hand.
In an instant, the dagger flew out and embedded itself in a nearby wooden stake. Pan Yang's eyes were clear, and he showed no signs of being drugged. Upon seeing this, Ouyang Luo immediately ran towards the door, but Pan Yang did not chase after him.
Ouyang Luo stopped as soon as he stepped out of the door. He saw that the entire pavilion was filled with people, some dead and some alive. Judging from their waist tags, most of them were below Grade B. What about those above Grade B?
"What did you do?" Ouyang Luo turned to look at Pan Yang inside the room, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"I've issued a mission." Pan Yang's tone was very calm. He gripped his sword and slowly walked towards Ouyang Luo: "Tell me the truth about what happened back then, and I might consider letting you live."
“If you kill me, do you think you can live? Even if those below Grade B die, what about those above Grade B? There are at least a thousand of them, and they will be back soon. How can you convince them by killing me?” Ouyang Luo said through gritted teeth.
“I remember you were the one who told them they could forgive me. Don’t forget, now that you’re dead, I have your token. I can say whatever I want. Besides, do you really think a mere thousand people can kill me?”
Pan Yang's voice was flat, and his dark eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if Ouyang Luo was nothing more than an object in his eyes. The faint aura emanating from him made Ouyang Luo unconsciously take a few steps back.
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