18C.MICBIZ

Chapter 847: Yes!

>*Warning: the scene below (at the second half of the chapter) might be a bit bloody for readers under 13 years old. Readers\' discretion is required. *         

The battlefield.     

Not a single one of them expected Nan Hua to say this to them.     

Mu Yan looked at her hand and thought of the days when she was first assigned to Nan Hua. At that time, Nan Hua was only 8 years old and had only arrived at Old Master Nan\'s Residence.     

She always felt that Nan Hua was cold and distant.     

She was such an expressionless person.     

But after staying with Nan Hua, Mu Yan realized that it was not like Nan Hua was always so cold. It was because she was brought up to be cold. Her environment had caused her to close up, not allowing anyone to get close to her.     

Thus, Mu Yan was also being careful.     

At the same time, she was trained in martial arts and knew that she had to use her skill to protect her young miss when it was necessary.     

Soon, Nan Hua told them what she wanted them to do and their expression changed greatly.     

That\'s…     

"Can you do it?"     

"Leave it to me, Miss." Xiao Yun took a deep breath then nodded. Beside her, Ran also nodded her head repeatedly.     

Chu Yue looked at Mu Yan and the two of them also nodded their head.     

They would do anything to make sure that they could finish the task that was given to them today.     

Nan Hua looked at her four maidservants with an indifferent expression. She slowly nodded her head. "Depart tonight with Ku. She\'ll guide you to the temple and the courtyard that had been prepared."     

"Yes, Miss!"     

Xiao Yun and Ran departed, leaving only Mu Yan and Chu Yue staying behind. The two of them were looking at Nan Hua curiously so that they would know what their task would be.     

"When I leave as Nan, you two will follow as soldier." Nan Hua looked at the two girls.     

Chu Yue was tall and had slender body. It was not hard for her to blend among the soldiers. Besides, her skill as martial artist was also top notch even among many other people.     

On the other hand, Mu Yan was shorter. Nan Hua was still shorter, though. This height would make her a bit eye catching among other soldiers. The problem was that neither one of them might have any increase in height anymore.     

Girls usually stopped growing when they were around 11-14 years old. There were some rare cases when they could still grow taller when they were older, but it didn\'t seem very likely for the three of them.     

"Try not to catch anyone\'s eyes."     

"Yes, Miss."     

…     

>*back to the present*         

Nan Hua noticed that her quarter was already cleaned and everything that would associate her with Dark Moon Organization was already burned. The ashes were gathered in one place along with the firewood ashes.     

No one would be able to differentiate them.     

Mu Yan had already cleaned the quarter too so that Nan Hua\'s personal belongings were all put into the box. Half of her clothes and daily necessities were put in the temple in case Nan Hua would need to go there.     

Naturally, Ku would never touch them.     

Not even Xiao Yun and Ran would dare to do so.     

"Miss, everything is ready," Mu Yan gave the report carefully. She was assessing Nan Hua\'s expression to find out what Nan Hua actually wanted or feel.     

Nan Hua nodded lightly. "I\'ll go for a moment, guard the place."     

"Yes, Miss."     

Mu Yan didn\'t even move from her position as Nan Hua disappeared. She had long gotten used to Nan Hua using her skill without anyone able to detect it. Even after she had learned martial arts, she knew very well that she was not Nan Hua\'s match.     

Still, all that she did was to clean up the courtyard as usual.     

On the other hand, Chu Yue had already dressed up as a guard and stood in front of Nan Hua\'s quarter. She didn\'t look much different compared to any other male guard. It was very easy for her to blend in.     

Swish!     

"Young Miss." Fei Mao bowed when he saw Nan Hua appearing.     

Nan Hua passed a glance at Fei Mao. "Have they talked?"     

"The spies we captured are all in the underground prison. The subordinate that Nan San sent had already tortured them and these are the result of their reports."     

"Mhm."     

Taking the bamboo scroll, Nan Hua browsed through it quickly. She was a fast reader. Even if there were a lot of information inside, she could read all of them very quickly. This was the more detailed report compared to the one sent to her on daily basis when she was staying in her quarter.     

After she had finished, Nan Hua handed the bamboo scroll back to Fei Mao. "Burn it."     

"Yes, Young Miss."     

Without even reading the content, Fei Mao quickly burned the entire bamboo scroll. He didn\'t need to know everything that the higher up wanted to. All he knew was that he was Nan Hua\'s errand boy.     

At the very least, he was one of the few people who knew her real identities.     

"I\'ll go to the underground prison."     

"Yes."     

Fei Mao swiftly informed the people there while Nan Hua followed behind in leisure pace. She entered the building that was bustling with activities then headed straight to the back. Not a single one of them even noticed that she was there even though she was walking in normal pace.     

It was as if they couldn\'t see her.         

When they reached the door, Nan Hua opened it and closed it once more. The stairs were very dark, but even in this darkness, Nan Hua could gauge the position of the stairs as she knocked on the wall beside her.     

Just like that of a blind person who used sound to determine the location of things. As long as they trained, they would be able to do that.     

"It\'s over here, Young Master." Fei Mao\'s voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs.     

Nan Hua didn\'t answer and merely released some kind of pressure from her body.     

The scorching killing intent permeated from Nan Hua\'s body.     

It was kind of an invisible pressure, one that couldn\'t be explained easily with words. But those who came into contact with it would feel as if their entire body was facing a wall that pressed them down.     

This pressure… stopped them from doing whatever they wanted.     

Those without strong willpower would cower or even faint when they encountered this invisible pressure.     

Fei Mao nearly chocked on the air.     

\'So cold and terrifying.\'     

As someone who could be called a slave that stayed by Nan Hua\'s side, Fei Mao had long seen Nan Hua\'s skill and ability from close distance. For most of Nan Hua\'s mission, Fei Mao would be the helper who helped her write the word \'Dark Moon.\'     

A form of advertisement.     

And also to announce their existence and prowess.     

There were not many missions that Nan Hua took, but all of them always ended up perfectly well. Even if there was some mishap in the middle, Nan Hua would handle them well without much problem in her end.     

It could be said that she could perfectly finish all missions alone.     

He was only there to… write.     

But despite the low number of people Nan Hua killed, this terrifying pressure was not one that Fei Mao encountered. He felt as if the number of people Nan Hua had killed actually amounted much more than what he had seen in the mission.     

It was just his instinct.     

Thud!     

Under the pressure, the guard who was guarding there flopped to the ground. He was unable to stand straight and face the pressure head on anymore. It was as if he could be killed at any moment.     

The prisoners were varying. Some of them were trembling. Some of them directly passed out.     

Nan Hua entered the prison and looked at Fei Mao, whose face had turned pale. The lighting here was dim, but it was not hard for her to see that he was trying hard not to vomit.     

The reason?     

This place reeked out of blood, sweat, and many other fluids combining together. If there were no long stairs along with that empty room that had been put with various sweet smells, there was no doubt that the people upstairs would be able to smell this terrifying smell.     

Thankfully, the door was usually closed and the people here would clean up once a week to disperse the waste.         

It was just that this was the sixth day and they hadn\'t cleaned up yet thanks to the row of prisoners that they caught recently. There was no doubt that the place was so smelly that it could easily make one throw up.     

"Smile."     

"Yes?" Fei Mao was stunned.