After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 48 - Fishing and Catching a Shark

“Alright, alright, enough. He’s already on his knees. You can stop flapping your old gums,” He Ange said, tightening his grip on Cao Dao’s neck, making it hard for the man to breathe.

The onlookers gasped, their respect for the mysterious masked boy growing. Cao Dao’s assassins, meanwhile, stood frozen, unable to act without their leader’s command.

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The standoff continued, tension hanging thick in the air.

After what felt like an eternity, Cao Dao’s face turned red from lack of air. He gasped, struggling to speak.

“Let... let me go!”

“Give me a reason,” He Ange demanded.

“I surrender! I admit defeat, alright?” Cao Dao pleaded.

“That won’t do,” He Ange replied coldly.

Normally, he might have let Cao Dao go, but tonight Xia Ranyue’s expression suggested she wanted him dead. He Ange had his own reasons too; he wasn’t planning to let Cao Dao off easily.

“Don’t push your luck! My men are watching. If you don’t let me go, what do you think you can do to me?” Cao Dao shouted defiantly.

He Ange responded by pressing down harder, causing Cao Dao to cry out in pain as his bones creaked.

“Tsk tsk, how pitiful,” a soft voice chuckled from the back of the crowd.

He Ange noticed the voice but didn’t look up, keeping his focus on Cao Dao while keeping an eye on the mysterious figure.

The black market was a place full of hidden dangers, and the crowd was a mix of all sorts.

Most people expected He Ange to let Cao Dao go to avoid further trouble.

But that was precisely why He Ange had no intention of letting him go.

He had a bold idea.

“If I take out you, the head, your men will scatter,” He Ange said, raising his demonic sword high, ready to execute Cao Dao.

Everyone froze.

Was he really going to kill Cao Dao?

Even though Cao Dao was an official, killing him in the black market would make He Ange a target for the authorities, possibly even landing him on the Six Doors’ wanted list.

The Six Doors were a powerful organization with extensive reach. Catching a demonic cultivator from the black market would be a breeze for them.

This was on everyone’s mind.

Seeing He Ange’s intent, Xia Ranyue was stunned. She had wanted to kill Cao Dao out of revenge, but she knew it had to be done discreetly. Publicly executing him would bring too much trouble.

“Calm down, don’t be impulsive!” she whispered, tugging at He Ange’s sleeve.

She was touched by his willingness to defend her, but this was too much.

Sometimes, she really couldn’t understand He Ange’s thought process.

“I can’t let him go. If I do, he’ll come back tomorrow, and the day after that, making my life miserable. How can I run my business in the black market if I let this slide?” He Ange said, sounding serious.

As he spoke, he kept an eye on the mysterious figure in the crowd, curious to see what kind of big fish he could catch through Cao Dao.

“Trying to test me, huh?” the soft voice muttered, the man’s forehead glistening with sweat.

Seeing He Ange about to strike, the man admitted he was nervous, but only for a moment. He quickly regained his composure, watching with a smirk.

“Cao Dao, it seems your official status isn’t much use here,” He Ange said, shaking his head in disappointment.

No one was stepping up to save Cao Dao, confirming He Ange’s suspicion that he wasn’t worth much.

Ignoring Xia Ranyue’s pleas, He Ange swung his sword, ready to draw blood.

Xia Ranyue held her breath, expecting to see Cao Dao’s blood splatter.

But miraculously, He Ange’s sword stopped just short of Cao Dao’s neck.

A man in a dark robe had appeared behind He Ange, gripping his shoulder with a powerful hand. The man’s demonic energy, at the late Core Formation stage, turned the air around them a sinister purple.

“That’s enough, He,” the man said calmly, his voice dripping with authority.

He Ange struggled to breathe under the man’s grip but turned to face him. The man had a refined appearance, with a high ponytail and dark, piercing eyes.

This was no ordinary opponent. He was at least as powerful as An Luo Yi.

He Ange had indeed caught a big fish—more like a shark.

“Spare Cao Dao for my sake,” the man said, his tone gentle but firm.

Seeing the man, Cao Dao’s face lit up with relief.

“Thank you, Your Highness! You’ve saved me!” he exclaimed, grateful beyond words.

“How dare you show your face? You’re a disgrace. I should have let He kill you,” the man snapped, glaring at Cao Dao.

Cao Dao’s joy turned to fear. He was a demonic cultivator who had once served the Demon Sect. After pulling some strings, he had managed to become an official in Yong’an City, acting as an informant for the sect.

The thriving black market was a result of the corruption and demonic influence in the city.

The Demon Sect couldn’t afford to lose Cao Dao. Despite his faults, he was crucial for their operations.

He Ange, realizing the man’s importance, nodded reluctantly.

“Fine, for your sake,” he said, releasing Cao Dao.

The demonic energy dissipated, and the man stepped back, studying He Ange with a calculating gaze.

Cao Dao, knowing his place, quickly retreated with his men.

Now, only He Ange and the Demon Sect’s Holy Son remained.

He Ange felt a twinge of fear. This man was powerful and his gaze unsettling, much like Bai Zihua’s during the swordsmanship class.

After a long silence, the man finally spoke, extending a hand in greeting.

“I’ve heard of your senior sister, Mu Yanli, the Blood Spirit Witch. It’s an honor to meet her brother,” he said with a polite smile.

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