Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 47 - 00: There’s a Spy

Not only was Liu Ru seriously injured, but the other two experts from the Demon Hunting Mansion were also hurt. However, their condition was better than Liu Ru’s—they could at least remain conscious.

It’s not that he looked down on women, but in both previous encounters, it had always ended with Liu Ru gravely injured and unconscious.

That said, he had to admit that Liu Ru, despite being a woman, was quite tough.

Even when hurt to this extent, she never cried out for help.

If it were some other girl, she’d probably be bawling her eyes out, sobbing uncontrollably and screaming for help.

"I’m just a weak lady who can’t even tie up a chicken. Someone please save me!"

Liu Ru, however, was nothing like that—she had a steely resolve.

"It’s all right; her injuries aren’t life-threatening," Wang Zhou said as he checked her condition and felt her pulse, which was steady. Then, he added, "We shouldn’t stay here any longer. Let’s leave immediately."

"Wait a moment."

Lin Fan spoke, then walked over to Feng Yisan’s corpse and searched it. After a while, he found what remained of a secret message, though only a corner of it. Along with fifty silver notes, he tucked them away in his pocket.

Wang Zhou and the others looked at Lin Fan with puzzled expressions, unsure of what he was doing.

"This might tell us who’s behind all this," Lin Fan said. "And as for the government or Demon Hunting Mansion, they might already have informants planted by the enemy."

Lin Fan’s words were shocking, and Wang Zhou and the others’ expressions changed drastically.

Li Zhiyong mounted his horse with Liu Ru in his arms, and the group hurriedly set off. This place was not safe; returning to the city as quickly as possible was the best decision to prevent any unexpected complications.

On the road.

Lin Fan took out the scrap of the secret message. As he had said earlier, it was indeed just a small corner left. He observed that the edge was scorched black, likely from being burned.

On the scorched corner were three words.

’Serpent Gang.’

Lin Fan deduced that it must have been an important letter. Perhaps Feng Yisan had deliberately left behind this piece as a backup plan, but he hadn’t anticipated dying here, leaving the scrap to fall into Lin Fan’s hands.

If it hadn’t been for some auxiliary assistance, no one could have noticed this small piece.

"Everyone, this is the work of the Serpent Gang," Lin Fan said, handing the scrap to Wang Zhou. There was no need for further explanation—everyone could see for themselves.

Wang Zhou took a look at it. His expression grew increasingly grave.

It really was the Serpent Gang.

"Damn the Serpent Gang! I will make them pay the price," Li Zhiyong said, his eyes burning with rage—a fury beyond words.

"Don’t be reckless," Wang Zhou urgently reminded him. "Though we now know that the Serpent Gang is responsible, their influence in Jiangdu City is extensive. We can’t act impulsively."

Lin Fan didn’t respond. Given his level of cultivation—107 years, having reached the pinnacle of the Innate Realm—there was no need to tread so carefully anymore. The next step of progress was stepping into Immortal cultivation.

As for this ordinary Serpent Gang in Jiangdu City, they weren’t worth his attention. Why not just charge in headfirst and deal with them?

Li Zhiyong wore a cold expression; one could clearly tell just how furious he was.

Jiangdu City.

Serpent Gang headquarters.

"Boss, the mission failed," Yuan Bei and the others bowed their heads to report. What had seemed like a sure success unexpectedly turned into a disaster—not only had they failed to kill their targets, but Feng Yisan had also lost his life.

"You failed, and you still have the audacity to come back?" the Serpent Gang Boss roared in anger. "Six of you, including two at the Innate Realm, and some demons too—you couldn’t even get the job done? What have you all been doing?"

The temperature in the room plummeted.

The Boss’s voice was icy and his tone deeply chilling.

Yuan Bei and the others lowered their heads in silence, trembling with fear.

He was aware of the recent mess—the Third Master had been handling things poorly, preferring to avoid unnecessary trouble. But to him, letting things slide wasn’t an option.

Problems had to be eradicated at their root. If you left weeds behind, eventually they’d grow back with the spring breeze.

Even if this involved the Demon Hunting Mansion or the government—it didn’t matter.

In the past, he hadn’t acted against them because there had been no conflict of interest. But now, the issue had arisen, and it had to be resolved. Kill them all and pin the blame on the demons.

Even if someone investigated the matter, there wouldn’t be any trace pointing back to them.

"Boss, I have to report something. I suspect there’s a spy within our ranks," Yuan Bei said, recalling how Lin Fan had known their names. He was shocked and felt certain there was something more to this.

"What?" The Boss, who had been facing away with his hands clasped behind his back, whirled around at that remark, his brows furrowed tightly.

Yuan Bei said, "When we ambushed those people in the valley village, Wang Zhou’s subordinate, the arrest officer Lin Fan, knew our names. He named each of us on the spot. In the Serpent Gang, only you, Second Master, and Third Master know about us internally. How could an outsider possibly know this information?"

"Impossible," the Boss flatly denied. "There’s no way someone could know."

"Boss, it’s true. If we hadn’t heard it ourselves, we wouldn’t believe it either. There’s definitely a spy within our gang, and this spy isn’t just anyone," Yuan Bei insisted, doubling down on his claim despite the uncertain reality.

He didn’t elaborate much.

Just mentioning a spy was enough.

The Boss was a smart man. He would understand the implications.

For instance, Wang Zhou’s group seemed prepared; they might have boosted their strength ahead of the ambush by forcefully taking medicinal elixirs.

Whether or not this was true wasn’t the point.

Yuan Bei stuck firmly to his narrative, convinced that this explanation was enough.

Admitting failure was out of the question for someone like him—a Gold Medal Killer.

As for the truth, Lin Fan had merely glanced at his auxiliary system to gather the information.

It hadn’t occurred to these Serpent Gang members that their wild imaginations were leading them astray, creating problems in a situation where there actually weren’t any spies.

The Boss fell into deep thought, waved dismissively, and let Yuan Bei and the others leave.

Now he only had one thought: who was the spy?

He had been the one who planned the operation; no one else knew about it. If there really was an issue, then one of Yuan Bei’s people was to blame—there was no way it could involve demons.

And Lin Fan—he made sure to remember that name.

If he wanted to unearth the spy, he’d have to extract the truth from Lin Fan.

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After returning, Li Zhiyong and the others immediately called for a doctor to tend to Liu Ru. Though her injuries weren’t life-threatening, they were severe. Most notably, the wound on her calf had cut so deeply that the bone was exposed.

He was filled with regret.

Had he known this would happen, he would never have let Liu Ru accompany them to the valley village.

Wang Zhou and Lin Fan departed from the Demon Hunting Mansion.

This operation couldn’t be considered a success, but it wasn’t a complete failure either.

The streets at night were quiet and still.

"Sir, now that we know this was the Serpent Gang’s work, are we not going to take any action?" Lin Fan asked.

Wang Zhou paused in his steps, standing still for a moment before replying slowly, "If I told you there’s nothing we can do, would you be disappointed?"

"A little bit," Lin Fan answered.

Wang Zhou sighed deeply. "Even though the Serpent Gang’s branch in Jiangdu City is just one division, the gang itself has backing from an Immortal Sect. To convict them based merely on this scrap of evidence? It’s just... too difficult."

Lin Fan believed there were always too many concerns holding them back—it all boiled down to power.

This was the core of resolving any problem.