Chapter 641 - Pulling the Snake from Its Hole, Part One
Chapter 641: Pulling the Snake from Its Hole, Part One
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
“Mu He is Salan?” Zhou Ming, Zhao Kunsan, Wang Sanpang and Mu Bai were stunned!
It was a very scary thought. Mu He used to be one of the chairmen of Tian Lan Magic High. They were not unfamiliar with him.
Both Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou’s families used to work with the Mu Family. Mo Fan’s father Mo Jiaxin was even Mu He’s driver and assistant. When the thought of Mu He being the evil Salan who would not blink when killing people, they could not help but sense a great chill coming from deep within their souls!
“This...this is unbelievable,” Zhao Kunsan was no longer able to stand still. He staggered a few steps back.
Mu Bai fell completely silent. He was probably having the hardest time accepting the truth.
When his mother mentioned Yu Ang, he thought it was only a mere coincidence, or perhaps Yu Ang only had contact with the Black Vatican after he joined the Mu Family. When Zhang Xiaohou mentioned about the Great Deacon Hu Jin, Mu Bai immediately recalled this.
Mu He had always been kind to him, and he was also the senior that Mu Bai had the most respect for.
As such, Mu Bai was eager to clear his suspicion. Otherwise, how would he be able to regain his peace of mind?
However...the situation was heading for the worse.
It was impossible that the information that Zhang Xiaohou had acquired with his life at stake was unreliable, which meant that his uncle Mu He was actually a member of the Black Vatican. He even placed his pawn Yu Ang beside Mu Zhuoyun, and arranged for the people of Bo City to be reallocated to the Ancient Capital just so he could proceed with their plan...
“We’ve already detained Salan. This Mu He must be Great Deacon Hu Jin!” said the mysterious man sternly.
“Detained? Why haven’t you executed him yet?” said Mo Fan in astonishment.
“We would like to, but executing Salan means we’ll be killing almost ten Super Magicians too. We still don’t know exactly who Salan is yet,” admitted Han Ji.
The mysterious man explained how they had detained the authorities of the Ancient Capital in custody.
It was the only way they could come up with to trap Salan. The truth was, the man in the alleyway was not the only life sacrificed to acquire the information. There were people from the Magic Association’s Enforcement Union who managed to learn Salan’s true identity, but they were all killed.
Therefore, Han Ji and the mysterious man had to make a bet; there was no way they would let the person who was behind the conspiracy that had endangered the lives of millions of people in the Ancient Capital go easily.
“Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Fei Jiao, and Lu Xu are among them? asked Mo Fan in shock.
Han Ji nodded, “I know Zhu Meng is the least suspicious, but...”
“So what, if we still can’t find out who Salan is?” asked Zhou Ming.
“If that’s the case...” Han Ji let out a sigh. Even he agreed that it was incredibly cruel to make the decision, making him look entirely worn out, “We can only...”
“We’ll execute them all!” said the mysterious man.
The air froze in that instant. Everyone stared at the president of the Magic Association and the mysterious man in disbelief.
Execute them all...
They were going to sacrifice almost ten innocent Super Magicians for the sake of killing one Salan. Wasn’t that way too extreme?!
They might be unfamiliar with the others, but Du Xiao, Zhu Meng, Fei Jiao and Lu Xu had greatly contributed to the Northern Walls. They risked their lives to fight the Phantom Tyrant Emperor.
“Is that... really worth it?” Fang Gu gasped.
“It’s the decision made by the higher-ups. Salan will continue to invoke even greater disasters as long as he’s alive. You have seen it too, how many lives and families were lost in this calamity... We’ve sacrificed a lot just to pin him down among this group of authorities; if we don’t kill him now, we won’t have the same chance again!” said Han Ji, clenching his teeth.
No one knew how great the price the Enforcement Union had paid just to find out who Salan was.
The truth was, they had planned to detain the assembled group of authorities long ago. They had only sent the decoy to confirm their speculation, just so the authorities were willing to be detained too...
They had to sacrifice a man’s life even for a simple goal like that. One could imagine the countless lives that had been sacrificed in order to come so far and keep Salan in custody.
What would anyone other organization do in their place?
Take a look at the ocean of undead, and the people crying in despair, waiting for their deaths in the city. Could they really afford to let Salan go?
The decision was totally unfair to the innocent authorities that were dragged into it, but they were left with no choice.
“The Black Vatican is going to awaken the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng, next! Once he wakes up, the inner city will be turned into Hell. Do you think it’s worth it to exchange the lives of ten authority figures for the lives of the millions in the city? Do we even have a choice?” the mysterious man trembled as he swore.
He had always been hiding in the dark. His name was not written in the records of the glorious Magic Association. He was doing something similar to the Black Vatican, but the difference was the Black Vatican was bringing destruction to mankind, while he was sacrificing the lives of his people to try and stop the destruction.
After all these years, he had learned the truth, which was the fact that he was simply sacrificing the lives of a smaller group of people in exchange for the survival of the majority. Any mission that involved the survival of a city, or even a nation, was the same!
There was no peace without blood. The decision that the Magic Association made might have obstructed justice and moral principles. They would even be ashamed to face the innocent authorities and their families, yet at least they were doing it for the sake of the people suffering from the disaster Salan had brought on.
“But what if Salan wasn’t scared of dying to begin with? What if he was already planning to die just so he could achieve his goals? And, if, what if, you’ve made the wrong call, and Salan wasn’t even among the group of authorities? If they are all executed, we won’t have anyone to deal with the Ruler-level undead! I’m pretty sure that the barrier won’t last for a few days, even before Ying Zheng is resurrected. Your methods are too extreme!” declared Mu Bai.
“We understand what you’re trying to say, but if you have any doubt regarding our methods, you should come up with a better plan first. Otherwise, anything you say is meaningless. It’s more effective to just proceed with the plan,” said the mysterious man.
“This...” Mu Bai was left speechless.
“When are you planning to proceed with the plan?” asked Mo Fan in a serious tone.
“When the Mountain Zombie starts to attack the barrier,” said Han Ji.
“I agree with Mu Bai. Once the authorities are dead, the Ruler-level undead will massacre the whole city. We can’t just kill them all. Now that we know Mu He is Great Deacon Hu Jin, and since he’s Salan’s right-hand man, he must know who the real Salan is...” said Mo Fan.
“This Great Deacon Hu Jin is in charge of the whole situation on behalf of Salan. The whole city is filled with spies of the Black Vatican. If we send out Imperial Magicians, he would most likely run away,” said the mysterious man.
“We’ll go!” said Mo Fan coldly.
“Yeah, we’ll deal with Mu He!” said Zhou Ming.
“Why would you think this Great Deacon Hu Jin simply let you find him?”
“We won’t be finding him, he’ll come looking for us,” said Mo Fan confidently.
“He might before we sent the Imperial Magicians for you, but I don’t think he would bother finding you now,” said the mysterious man.
“No, he will still come for us. The problem is, how are we going to send the message to him?” said Mo Fan with utter confidence.
“I know the owner of a tea house. He contacts my uncle on a regular basis. I suspect something’s fishy about him, too...I can pretend to take shelter at his tea house, and somehow give him the information. If he’s on the Black Vatican’s side, he will surely pass the message on to my uncle!” Mu Bai’s eyes flickered with a hint of determination.