Chapter 102: The Fierce Battle at Martial Marquis

Nightfall came the next day.

Lu Yan arrived at the Qiu family’s villa and, employing the same ruse, arranged to meet the Qi family at Tianfeng Alley during the third quarter of the hour of the Ox. He then concealed himself in the shadows, waiting.

“Hopefully, I can lure out the two of them,” Lu Yan thought to himself.

If it didn’t work tonight, he would have to try with the Ouyang family tomorrow.

If all else failed, he would lose the right to purchase and have to find another way.

Soon, the hour of the Ox approached, and two figures emerged from the Qiu villa.

“There they are.”

Lu Yan’s eyes brightened.

Perfect.

The two departing martial marquises were the second and third ranks, it seemed. Only the first-rank marquis remained behind to guard.

After waiting a while longer to ensure they had gone far, Lu Yan stealthily slipped into the villa.

He grabbed a burly man by the throat, forcing him to answer, “Where is the Qiu family’s pen shell hidden?”

“In the warehouse in the backyard, personally guarded by Marquis Qiu. Please, don’t kill me,” the man begged.

Lu Yan knocked him unconscious with a palm strike and swiftly headed toward the backyard.

The warehouse flickered with lantern light, casting a broad silhouette against the window.

Marquis Qiu Baiye himself stood guard inside.

Lu Yan strode to the warehouse door.

“Who’s there? Wasn’t it ordered that no one approach the warehouse?” a displeased voice called out from within.

Standing outside, Lu Yan replied, “Sir, the man who wanted to sell the pen shell just now has come to pay his respects.”

“Brother Six went to trade with him already. Why is he here now?” Qiu Baiye asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know,” Lu Yan said, bowing slightly, while circulating his vital energy. The moment Qiu Baiye opened the door, he planned to launch a surprise attack.

“Have you eaten dinner?” Qiu Baiye suddenly asked.

Lu Yan paused, then replied, “I have.”

“Good. I’ll go see him now.”

The figure inside rose, and with a creak the door opened. Lu Yan was ready to throw a punch but suddenly saw a table hurtling toward him with violent force.

He smashed the table to pieces with a punch, then saw a towering figure leap after it, swinging a heavy palm toward his forehead.

Lu Yan quickly countered with a series of three punches, sliding back three meters.

“How did you know something was off about me?” Lu Yan couldn’t help but ask.

“You should answer, ‘I’m not hungry,’” Qiu Baiye retorted, lunging again, his palms as dark as ink slapping toward Lu Yan.

“Such childish codes over something so trivial,” Lu Yan thought, meeting the attack head-on.

Like a lion hunting a rabbit, he gave his all, especially since his opponent was a martial marquis. Lu Yan pushed his Vajra Invulnerable Skill to its peak and struck with full force.

Since the sneak attack failed, the battle had to be quick and decisive.

If the other two marquises suddenly returned, things would get dangerous.

Although it was unlikely they’d come back so soon, caution was necessary.

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