Star Trace Gate

Chapter 972 Tough Guy Wang Anquan, Ready to Expose Little Bad Boy

Little Bad King knew perfectly well that Niu Dali was trying his best to win him over and use his status as a disciple of the Divine Monk to suppress Moro. Based on this, Ren guessed that Niu Dali was genuinely willing to sacrifice some interests, even take some risks, to help him achieve some goal, or even engage in large-scale corruption.

To be honest, Niu Dali's offer was already quite generous. He not only agreed that Ren Ye could see Wang Anquan at any time, but also promised to hand the man over to him after everything was over. However, Ren Ye was not prepared to be so foolish as to become a tool for the other party.

Niu Dali appears to be a rough and unrestrained man, but in reality, he is a ruthless, capricious, and cunning individual with no moral compass. His elaborate scheme of murder for ransom at the welcoming banquet already reveals his cruel and wicked nature. Later, upon learning that Ren was also a disciple of the divine monk, he immediately adopted a fawning and ingratiating attitude, proving that he is an extremely opportunistic person.

Ren Ye was confident in his judgment of character; he felt that cooperating with this kind of person would be no less difficult than teaming up with the foolish Yu Tiange again. And most importantly, he felt that his and Niu Dali's positions were fundamentally in conflict and irreconcilable…

However, as irreconcilable as they may be, he felt that he could take advantage of Niu Dali's influence to maximize the benefits of his status as the successor of the divine monk, thereby making himself a highly sought-after individual.

Therefore, during his afternoon chat with Niu Dali, he maintained a very gentle and friendly attitude, but never explicitly stated that he wanted to join forces with Niu Dali to deal with Moro.

Keep the other person hopeful... The main message is: if you ask me to dinner, I'll go with you; if you want to see a movie, I'll go with you too; if you want to give me a gift, I'll say thank you; if you want to book a hotel room, I'll immediately get my ID. But if you want to do something serious, then sorry... I'm on my period today.

Niu Dali knew that Ren was either stalling or didn't want to express his opinion yet, but instead of getting angry, he became even more enthusiastic and patient. For him, successfully winning over the successor of the divine monk would be ideal; but if that failed, he needed to ensure the other party wasn't in cahoots with Moro…

Between the two, the roles of offense and defense shifted, so Niu Dali spent the entire afternoon providing emotional support to Ren Ye, not in a hurry to force him to make a statement, but constantly hinting to Ren Ye that he had connections at higher levels, and that cooperating with him would definitely bring many benefits...

In the evening, Niu Dali prepared a sumptuous banquet and a very lively song and dance performance at the Martial Monk's Mansion, and personally accompanied Ren Ye and Master Chu to relax. After this series of activities, everyone prepared to get down to business and jointly interrogate Wang Anquan.

Half past 5 PM, Moro, accompanied by the monk Fulai, arrived at the Martial Monk's Mansion.

Upon seeing Ren Ye, he greeted him with a broad smile and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Brother Zhenyi, haha... I just went to the supply depot to pick you up, but I didn't expect you to arrive first...!"

As everyone knows, Moro is a shrewd and reserved man who doesn't like to smile, but today he's smiling like a chrysanthemum, with even more expressive facial expressions than the madam.

Both the Tianzhao Temple of 251 years ago and the current prosperous Pobi Divine Dynasty have replied to him. In particular, the Heavenly King Hall of the Pobi Divine Dynasty has sent him a personal letter: "The divine monk has personally come to Huangling to support Zhenyi. This person can be trusted, but you should interact with him more and try to find out...!"

The letter was long and substantial; the mere phrase "the divine monk has personally arrived at Huangling" was enough to shake Moro to his core. This explained his humble attitude towards Ren Ye, and his anger at his previous naiveté and arrogance. He felt he should have long ago guessed Ren Ye's identity as a traveler and patiently tested him…

Inside the inner hall, Ren Ye looked at Moro with a smile and deliberately gave an awkward laugh, saying, "Hehe, I'm a coward. Now, whenever I hear that Lord Moro is going to the supply depot to call me... my heart starts pounding. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll lose my life."

"I'll do my best to serve you, and you'll secretly make my coffin... Haha, let's all strive to shine in our respective jobs."

He knows all too well what sarcasm and irony are; he confronts people directly without mincing words.

"Uh……!"

Moro is a person who values ​​style and face, so Ren Ye's words really embarrassed him to the extreme, and his cheeks turned red.

He suppressed his shame and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "There were some misunderstandings about what happened before, it was a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. But now... I have received a message and know Brother Zhenyi's identity, so from now on we are family."

"Hey, speaking of family, I'd like to chime in too." Niu Dali, hands behind his back, looked at Ren Ye with a smile: "Brother, have you ever heard of a certain type of person these days?"

"Who is it?" Ren asked.

"They're the kind of people who specialize in killing entire families. These kinds of people are the most ruthless when they attack from behind... Take me for example. Before I left home, someone kept calling me 'brother,' but before I even got halfway there, a bunch of men in black suddenly jumped out, brandishing big knives and trying to chop off my balls... That was fucking terrifying!" Niu Dali spread his hands, vividly describing, "I'm so scared now that I don't feel any tension in my body anymore. I don't even feel anything when I poop; it just falls out as soon as I squat down...!"

Moro looked at the two of them, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "Hehe, since that's the case, I'll go back first."

“Hey, don’t go! There are clear instructions from the temple that you and I are to jointly preside over the trial of Wang Anquan. If you leave, the temple will accuse us of ostracizing our colleagues.” Niu Dali waved his hand and said, “If you don’t want to hear it, then I won’t talk about it. Come on, let’s take the rebels and get down to business first.”

Moro was on the verge of a mental breakdown from their sarcastic remarks, but he could only grit his teeth and say, "Then let's interrogate them."

"Please." Ren Ye stepped aside with a forced smile.

"brush!"

Just then, Niu Dali suddenly turned around, slapped his forehead, and asked, "Hey, Moro, before I left, didn't you keep calling me 'brother'?"

"Are you fucking never going to stop?!"... Moro cursed inwardly, then looked at the other person with a gloomy gaze, without responding.

Niu Dali is not a disciple of the Divine Monk, nor does he have any influence on the current Broken Wall Divine Dynasty... After Moro tolerated him for a couple of sentences, he was no longer willing to give him any face.

"Haha, you see, Brother Moro doesn't like to joke." Niu Dali was shameless. He just waved his hand casually and called out, "Come on, Brother Zhenyi, you take the seat of honor."

"I wouldn't dare. I'm not the chief judge in this case, how could I sit in the main seat?" Ren also declined. "Brother, you come."

"Alright, then I'll take the trouble to question Wang Anquan later." Seeing that Ren Ye was resolute, Niu Dali walked to the main official's seat in the hall and sat down.

Moro deliberately waited a while, and only after seeing that he had chosen his own seat did he sit down in the third-ranked official position.

After the three took their seats, more than twenty high-ranking monks and soldiers walked up from both sides of the main hall to guard the hall. Their expressions were solemn, and their magical treasures shone with divine light, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Before long, Wang Anquan, with disheveled hair and covered in wounds, was escorted to the hall by four military officers.

Eighteen source-sealing nails were driven into his spine, his feet were shackled with specially made divine iron shackles, and his cheeks, arms, neck... wherever his skin was visible, were covered with marks of torture.

In short, he looked extremely disheveled, his eyes were lifeless, and his expression was like that of a walking corpse.

As Ren sat on the stage, looking down at Wang Anquan, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Alas, Old Wang must be feeling desperate right now... He probably thinks that Yu Tiange and the others have run away... I, this gray-robed woman, must also feel that there is no hope of retaking Beifeng Town... I must have secretly left long ago...!"

"With no one to turn to and all his family members imprisoned... he must have wanted to die."

Little Bad King had a basic understanding of Wang Anquan's current emotions, so he also became uneasy.

"Snapped!"

Niu Dali's eyes were filled with malice as he slammed the gavel down aggressively, then said in a hoarse voice, "Wang Anquan... I still can't understand why you betrayed us twice? Are you addicted...?!"

Old Wang knelt on the ground, head down, his hair obscuring his face, but he did not respond.

Niu Dali waited a moment, then got straight to the point: "We've been in contact for quite a while now, you should know... I have no bottom line when it comes to dealing with enemies, I do whatever comes to mind. Let's stop talking nonsense, I'm going to ask you something now, just answer truthfully, don't make me angry, and don't make trouble for yourself."

Wang Anquan kept his head down and did not respond.

"Now I'm asking you, the inner treasury only received a little over 20 million Star Sources, but North Wind Town shouldn't have only this much in stock." Niu Dali raised an eyebrow at him, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "You are the guardian personally appointed by the Divine Court, so do you know the true amount of Star Sources in this underground treasury? Where did the Star Sources that weren't recorded go?!"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

After a short while, Wang Anquan slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse, and said, "I did rebel, but you shouldn't pin all the blame on me! Taking over the underground treasury and the treasuries of various government departments... that was all done by your Martial Monk's Mansion yourself, without giving anyone else a chance to interfere. How would I know where all the unrecorded Star Sources went?! Lord Niu... I'm a prisoner now, no one will believe me no matter what I say. If you want to pin the discrepancy in the Star Sources on me, then go ahead and do it, I'll take it...!"

“As a guardian personally appointed by the Divine Court, how could you not know how many Star Sources are in Beifeng Town?” Niu Dali asked again.

"You're the top commander of the martial monks' quarters personally dispatched by Tianzhao Temple, so let me ask you now, do you know how many Star Sources the Inner Palace has?" Wang Anquan cleverly countered with a question.

Upon hearing this, Niu Dali was speechless. He truly did not know how many Star Sources were in Beifeng Town, as this was a matter for the Inner Palace. Moro naturally had no obligation to explain it to him, and even if he did, it might be a lie.

“Alright, let’s put this matter aside for now.” Niu Dali considered it carefully for a moment, then changed the direction of the interrogation: “Then let me ask you again, besides the Divine Court spies who escaped from the No. 3 Treasure Spring Formation, are there any other Divine Court spies in Beifeng Town now?”

When Ren heard him ask this question, his face remained expressionless, but he was extremely nervous inside.

He looked calmly at Wang Anquan, silently praying, "Old Wang, you must hold on! Don't reveal the existence of the gray-robed woman, because that's the only identity I can still use...!"

Outside, the evening wind howled. Wang Anquan knelt on the ground, slowly raising his head to reply, "Apart from those who escaped from the No. 3 formation, there should be no more Divine Court spies in Beifeng Town, or perhaps there are... but I don't know. The reason I rebelled was because Yu Tiange kidnapped my eldest son, Wenping... I had no choice. I surrendered the city to protect the safety of my family... Since my son was captured, I had no choice but to cooperate."

"Before taking control of the teleportation array, Yu Tiange still did not hand over my son. This is enough to prove that he has never trusted me and would not easily tell me how many spies the Divine Court had sent to Beifeng Town. So, apart from him, I only found out afterward that there were a total of eight people who came, two of whom died and six escaped."