Raising Orphans, Not Assassins-Vol. 2 - Ch. 62 - Justice? You Believe in Justice Too?
In the forest.
A figure in black emerged from the shadows.
The officers of Six Doors immediately unsheathed their sabers and swords, eyes full of vigilance.
“Rustle rustle rustle…”
Footsteps echoed from all directions—one, two, three…
In the blink of an eye, dozens of black-clad figures appeared among the trees.
They were burly, broad-shouldered, faces hidden by black scarves.
Lu Nuo narrowed his eyes as he looked at them.
He sensed the flow of internal energy in their bodies—then lazily relaxed again.
Yawning, he casually advised:
“Gentlemen, for the sake of my reputation as a head constable, I suggest you turn back.”
“Qiong Longshan robbed the disaster relief silver, and wounded a First-Rank constable. That’s a capital offense.”
“I don’t care whether you’re here to seek revenge or repay a debt.”
“With me here, you won’t get the chance.”
His voice trailed off, heavy with sleepiness.
He yawned again, eyes misting with tears.
Lu Nuo rubbed the corner of his eye and muttered sleepily:
“I’m in a good mood today. I could pretend I didn’t see any of you.”
“So just… leave.”
These dozens of black-clad men were all Third-Rank martial artists.
Their skin was tanned dark on their necks and hands—clearly men used to working under the scorching coastal sun.
Lu Nuo took one look and knew: these were members of the Haijing Gang.
The men said nothing.
Their eyes were resolute.
They drew the long sabers at their sides and charged at the Six Doors constables.
Seeing their determination—
Lu Nuo sighed.
“I just wanted a nap. Why’s everyone so bent on ruining it today?”
“Do you really think I’m someone you can mess with?”
He waved his hand lazily, signaling the constables to act.
Without hesitation, the Six Doors officers met the attack head-on.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
“Ting!”
Steel clashed with steel. Blades flashed. Shadows collided.
Two of the constables were Second-Rank experts.
They took down several of the attackers within a few moves—effortless.
Lu Nuo stood off to the side watching, eyes half-lidded, looking like he hadn’t slept in days.
Inside the prison wagon, Qiong Longshan saw the fight break out and shouted:
“STOP! All of you, stand down!”
At his shout, the black-clad men hesitated.
The constables, recognizing the attackers, also held back—they didn’t aim to kill.
“If you still recognize me as your boss,” Qiong Longshan roared, “Then STAND DOWN!”
He took a deep breath and shouted again, voice ringing through the forest.
Hair wild, eyes sharp, his bearing still that of a leader.
Though his shoulder blades had been pierced—stripping him of inner strength—his voice still carried undeniable authority.
Seeing his fury, the black-clad fighters slowly lowered their weapons.
Qiong Longshan’s sharp eyes locked onto several familiar figures.
He recognized them by their builds, their stances—their fighting styles.
These were branch hall leaders of the Haijing Gang.
They managed the coastal docks. His earliest comrades.
When the Haijing Gang was first founded, these were the brothers who fought beside him—stealing turf, surviving gang wars.
Seeing them here, Qionglong’s eyes reddened.
Unlike the elite Second-Rank warriors who joined later, these brothers were only Third-Rank, using common techniques.
And yet—they’d dared gather to ambush a prison convoy guarded by Six Doors.
It was…
He bit down his emotion, a bitter smile forming.
His voice rasped as he said:
“Go back. All of you…”
“I, Qiong Longshan, will never forget this gesture.”
“The Haijing Gang did not steal the disaster relief silver. I’ll be fine.”
“Take care of the docks. I’ll be back soon.”
The black-clad men stared at him, stunned, their eyes red with emotion.
To them, Qiong Longshan was more than a leader—he was a living legend.
No matter what trouble arose, he always faced it with calm.
Like an unshakable rock.
His Roaring Tide Palms had no equal across the coast.
Now, they saw their indomitable leader in prison garb, locked in a cage—defeated, humiliated.
Their hearts twisted.
Qiong Longshan, too, looked at them with a heavy heart.
He rasped:
“The imperial court… will give me justice.”
“If you still call me your boss, go home!”
His voice boomed, laced with the unshakable authority of a gang leader.
“Clang…”
“Clang…”
One by one, the black-clad fighters dropped their weapons.
Then, they knelt—one knee to the ground, facing Qiong Longshan.
“Boss!”
“Boss…”
Tears streamed from their eyes.
In unison, they shouted:
“BOSS!”
Qiong Longshan clenched his jaw.
“Go!”
The Haijing men wiped their noses, bowed a few more times.
Even the Six Doors officers looked away, eyes a little red.
They were all from the martial world.
They understood loyalty.
In another prison cart, an old woman with silver hair watched the scene, tears running down her cheeks.
She looked at Qiong Longshan with pride in her eyes.
That was her son.
The greatest gang boss on the southern coast—Qiong Longshan!
Beside her, a beautiful woman with swollen eyes cradled a baby in her arms. She bowed her head, tears silently falling.
Lu Nuo yawned again.
He raised his right hand and wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.
“Alright, alright. Enough with the drama. Let’s get moving.”
His tone was still drowsy, but there was a subtle shift in its edge.
The Haijing men began to pick up their weapons and prepare to leave.
Just then—
A cold, sharp voice rang out from the treetops:
“Justice?”
“You believe in justice?”
The air froze.
Everyone tensed.
Even Lu Nuo’s eyes flickered in surprise.
—There was still someone else?
Whoosh—
A slender black figure dropped lightly from the trees.
She was a woman, slim and graceful, her face veiled in a sheer scarf.
Her eyes were icy, burning with hatred as she stared into the prison cart—at Qiong Longshan.
He saw her.
His expression faltered.
In an instant, it was as if he aged ten years.
“Xiao… Xiaolian…”
He called her name, voice hoarse and low.
Lu Nuo studied the newcomer.
He sensed the refined internal force of a Second-Rank fighter—and unmistakable vengeance in her eyes.
He sighed again.
“I just wanted to take a nap. Why is that so hard?”
His sallow face twisted with irritation.
“I have a reputation to maintain. And now you’re all just lining up to challenge me.”
“Do none of you take me seriously anymore?”
With a flick of his wrist, several steel rings appeared in his hand.
He glanced from Xiao Lian to Qiong Longshan.
The latter’s face showed three parts regret, five parts helplessness, two parts sorrow.
In the front cart, the beautiful woman holding the child stared at Xiao Lian, eyes flashing with jealousy and resentment.
Lu Nuo couldn’t help but snark:
“Old Qiong… don’t tell me this is one of your romantic entanglements come back to bite you?”
Vol. 2 - Ch. 62 - Justice? You Believe in Justice Too?
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