Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Chapter 2270 - 649: Gathering, the Xuandu City Incident (Part 7)

Very quickly, she nodded, "Alright, we must get our hands on it."

A heavy stone in Arhan’s heart dropped, An Yiqing agreed, and it meant that this time things were half successful. He cared very much about that forty percent of the land. Once the transfer document was obtained by Smith or the Fei Independence Corps, life wouldn’t be easy for the other two parties.

To survive, he must get the transfer document.

"Xiao Qing, what do you plan to do?"

An Yiqing put down her bowl and chopsticks, took a sip of the lemon water beside her, "First things first, we need to know the exact location of the transfer document."

"I’m currently investigating this, and I believe there will be results soon." Arhan replied.

"Hmm, then once we find out clearly, we’ll go grab it." An Yiqing licked her lips; this lemon water was quite good.

Arhan was stunned, just like that? So simple and crude?

Before he could come to his senses, An Yiqing suddenly turned her eyes, "Uncle Arhan, I heard that Smith is going to trade a batch of military arms in the next few days?"

She smiled mischievously, sending a chill down Arhan’s spine.

"Yes, Smith and Country Zuan’s Broken Soul Sect are having a very important military arms deal tomorrow night. Xiao Qing, you wouldn’t be thinking of..."

An Yiqing nodded, her eyebrows smiling.

"That won’t do!" Arhan didn’t think twice and exclaimed, "Xiao Qing, you can’t set your sights on that batch of military arms!"

"Why?" An Yiqing raised an eyebrow.

Arhan calmed his nerves, his voice dropping by eight decibels, "You must have heard of the Anpei Family of Country Bai, right? Tomorrow’s arms deal, Smith is cooperating with the Anpei Family. The Anpei Family is an Onmyoji aristocratic family, their techniques are eccentric and sinister. You absolutely mustn’t provoke them!"

Feeling touched by Arhan’s worries, An Yiqing raised her eyebrows, "The Anpei Family? Perfect, I still have unfinished business with Anpei Lan."

"You..." Arhan was dumbfounded.

"Uncle Arhan, some days ago I went to Country Bai and fought Anpei Lan. He colluded with The Church to oppose me, sooner or later the two of us will clash. Besides, I’m not afraid of Anpei Lan himself, let alone other members of the Anpei Family. Don’t worry, tomorrow’s arms are mine for the taking!"

The next evening, with Arhan extremely worried, An Yiqing went with the Thirteen Blood Generals and Four Divine Beasts to Smith and Country Zuan’s Broken Soul Sect’s trade location — Han Zane Jetty.

Han Zane Jetty is a broken jetty on the border of Country Fei that’s been abandoned for years. This place is seldom visited, with abandoned ships and goods docked everywhere. Beside the jetty stands a large warehouse, originally used to store cargo, but after the jetty was abandoned, the warehouse was no longer used.

Arhan got reliable information that Smith’s trade location tonight is inside this warehouse.

An Yiqing arrived at the jetty a bit past seven in the evening. She scattered the Thirteen Blood Generals in and around the warehouse.

By nine o’clock, the jetty had entered a state of sleep. A crescent moon hung in the night sky, the thin moonlight adding an eerie and desolate touch to the dead night. The sea waves made slight sounds, accompanied by a breeze; the broken and rusty bodies of the abandoned ships emitted "creak creak" sounds, sending shivers down one’s spine.

"Dark night, wind high, a night for murder," for some reason, An Yiqing suddenly thought of this phrase.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears, and An Yiqing withdrew her wandering thoughts, steadied her breath, and stared at the warehouse door. It wasn’t long before a group of more than twenty people walked in from outside. Leading them was a man with dazzling, light golden short hair, tall and upright, with a burly stature; under his thin shirt, the lines of his muscles were clearly visible. He was Smith, the arms dealer who had dominated the Black Horn Region for over a dozen years and was also a prominent international figure.

An Yiqing hid in a corner of the warehouse, squinting her eyes as she scrutinized Smith. His tall stature, hands bursting with veins. On his fair face, the features were distinct and profound, years of wandering gave his gaze an added sense of killing. His narrow black eyes emitted a cold glow, and his slightly curved lips showed a bloodthirsty smile.

This was a bloodthirsty, brutal, profoundly cunning middle-aged man.

While observing Smith, another group of people walked in from outside. They were wearing uniform black outfits, with a golden axe embroidered on their chests. This should be Country Zuan’s Broken Soul Sect.

"Dear Mr. Smith, I’ve heard so much about you!" said the young man leading the Broken Soul Sect, smiling.