Free Web NovelChapter 190: Chapter 190: Long Time No See
Long Yun heard this man ask him a question, and was both shocked and delighted. "Of course it’s not a misunderstanding—we really do have a conflict!"
He hadn’t expected that, after just a few encounters with this man in the jar, the guy would actually step up for him now?
As for whether this person was standing up for Jiang Che—he could swear on his own life, he wasn’t.
Because Jiang Che had never met this man before.
This person in the jar—in the beginning, no one even knew his name.
When he was still weak, he had all kinds of nicknames: Jar Man, Shield Bro, Human Swine, Vase Girl...
No matter what people called him back then, he never made a fuss, never got angry, hardly said a word.
After he grew powerful, no one dared call him names like Jar Bro anymore. Whenever they saw him, they’d greet him with full respect: "Sir."
Later, after a lot of subtle prying, people finally learned his surname was Ren.
This man’s mindset was unpredictable—ruthless, taciturn. Early on, to grow stronger, he let others use him as a shield; later, also to grow stronger, he killed any who stood in his way and blocked his clearance.
No one held any grudge about it.
Even when someone died because of it, the rest just thought they deserved it.
The suffering he endured in the beginning made it so, no matter what he did later, everyone just took it for granted.
If, when he was weak, he was forced to let everyone see his lowly, disgraced body, then now, hiding inside a palanquin, never showing himself and letting others carry him around, also seemed right and proper.
Long Yun knew: he’d come to Jiang Che for the sake of getting stronger—for the Dungeon.
But what if Jiang Che’s Dungeon intel was fake? This Jar Man’s hatred toward evil spirits must be off the charts—after all, every agony he’d suffered came courtesy of them.
Long Yun saw the jar man’s palanquin standing right between him and Jiang Che. The sense of security it brought him surpassed even Leng Feng.
Leng Feng was the type who just tried to mediate, deflect, and play the peacemaker.
But this jar man? He was someone who really killed—and once he decided, nobody could stop him.
Long Yun spoke loudly, his words easily reaching everyone’s ears. He laid out his suspicions one by one.
He looked toward where Jiang Che stood. If he himself had won this time, he wouldn’t be nearly so suspicious, because as long as things could be resolved, then no matter who Jiang Che really was, he’d handle him with ease.
But Jiang Che had won—and in totally overwhelming fashion, crushed him.
So of course he had to be suspicious of Jiang Che’s strength, and where it had come from.
"I have my doubts about him—not just his character, but his strength."
"Folks, with someone this powerful among us, has no one ever wondered where his strength even comes from?" As he spoke, he glanced at the black palanquin, but the one inside said nothing.
"Long Yun! We’re all teammates here, don’t go sowing mistrust!" Leng Feng felt a pang of unease. He agreed Jiang Che was way too flashy—strength like that and he wasn’t even trying to hide it?
"Mistrust?" Long Yun looked at the person in the palanquin. "Mr. Ren suffered so much in the past—if the evil spirits’ lackeys sneaked into our group, that would be the highest insult to everything we’ve endured until now!"
Long Yun didn’t really know this Mr. Ren, but based on what he did know, he was absolutely on their side.
If Jiang Che really was a lackey of the evil spirits, then today, it would be a fight to the death between them.
"Mr. Ren, you’re here for the Dungeon today, but have you thought—if this intel is fake, all your years of struggle will evaporate because of this man."
Long Yun’s voice grew ever louder, directly throwing Jiang Che onto the opposite side from humanity.
He wasn’t dumb—and neither was anyone else here.
No one would be easily swayed—but Jiang Che really was just too suspicious.
All the hardship they’d endured for their strength—and for Jiang Che, it was just overnight success.
If it was really because he was strong enough to easily rescue teammates from all those SSS-level dungeons, fine—no issue with that.
But what if not? What if there were other reasons?
The looks they threw at Jiang Che brimmed with vigilance.
Long Yun let out two cold laughs—he could already picture the jar man bursting out from the palanquin, launching himself at Jiang Che.
He admitted Jiang Che was strong, but up against this jar man, he didn’t think Jiang Che had the advantage.
The jar man, having lost all his limbs, fought like a true berserker, with no fear of death.
He’d already lost everything one could lose; all he had left was this wretched life.
"Sir, you’re a man of righteousness—I trust you’ll know right from wrong." With that, he gave a respectful fist and palm salute toward the jar man.
Jiang Che looked towards the palanquin, his steps hesitant—he took two slow steps forward.
The two porters carrying the palanquin didn’t move. Without orders, they wouldn’t do a thing.
Seeing Jiang Che’s shrinking, nervous steps, Long Yun felt a flash of satisfaction. Where’s that tough attitude you had in front of me before? Where’s the ruthlessness now?
Why do you turn coward in front of a real killer?
He bent at the waist, saluting the black palanquin, waiting for its inhabitant to decide.
"Sir, if we take him down first, we can interrogate him about the Dungeon info. I have ways to make sure everything he tells us is the truth—hundred percent guaranteed."
"Right now, I say there’s no way we can trust anything from his mouth."
The people around him all nodded. Interrogate first, get the real deal out of him—not a single slip could be tolerated when it came to the Dungeon.
"Jiang Che..."
The voice from inside the black palanquin was raspy, and as it said those two words, gave away no emotion at all.
Standing to the side, Long Yun lowered his head a bit, eyes fixed on the ground, a steely glint flashing within.
He’d never been insulted as being worse than a dog!
Jiang Che didn’t answer—he just stood there.
"It’s been a long time. I never found your family for you."
The voice from the palanquin was low, with a slight choke of emotion.
Long Yun heard this out-of-the-blue sentence, mind racing in a thousand circles, unable to make sense of it.
What does that mean?
What’s he saying?
"Been a long time"? What?
"Find your family"? What?
...
He didn’t have time to think further—he saw Jiang Che’s hand trembling as he reached for the black palanquin’s curtain.
His muddled mind suddenly went white-hot again. He seemed to see Jiang Che’s blood spraying, that right hand being chopped off.
Next instant, all around the palanquin and Jiang Che, a room suddenly rose up, trapping the two of them inside.
Long Yun narrowed his eyes. Sir really was making a move—except, he’d never seen this skill before.
But he could understand—Sir clearly didn’t want anyone to see how he looked now. This skill must have been developed specifically for this: locking people in a room until his target was killed, the skill wouldn’t release.
Killing everyone who saw him was the same as no one having seen him at all.
