Chapter 150: I Am an Undercover Agent

Hearing the tone of the robed man and fearing that he might have aroused suspicion, Cui Yue gave a few dry coughs and put on a stern expression.

"Chen Fu, do you really think I don't know the rules? I was simply testing you to examine your loyalty to our Underworld!"

Upon hearing this, the robed man trembled violently, his previous doubts instantly vanishing into thin air. He thought to himself that it was a narrow escape; had anything gone wrong, the torture of the boiling oil cauldron back home would have been...

"Yes, yes, My Lord is entirely right. I hope My Lord will continue to support and guide me in the future."

"Naturally, I will look after you from now on."

Cui Yue played along, chatting carelessly since bragging didn't cost anything.

"My Lord, then this humble subordinate will take his leave now. I shall take this ghost back with me first."

The robed man stood up, bowed with cupped hands, and reached out to grab Old Yang.

Old Yang shrank back in terror, wishing he could dig a hole and hide in the ground.

"Um, um... No, wait."

Cui Yue hurriedly blocked him.

"This person—no, wait—you cannot take this ghost away!"

The robed man paused, looking at Cui Yue in a daze.

"My Lord, this makes things very difficult for this subordinate. We are both on official duty, and if we delay, we won't be able to report back properly. When that time comes, the responsibility..."

The robed man said with a troubled expression.

This speech put Cui Yue in a difficult spot as well. Leaving aside whether he could win a fight against this robed ghost, if things were truly as the man claimed and there were other ghost constables operating nearby, he would never be able to handle a swarm of them descending upon him. Yet Old Yang, regardless of the circumstances, had met him by chance and shared a bowl of wine with him. This truly left him caught in a dilemma.

"How about this? Do me a favor today and let Old Yang off this once. If you want to take him in the future, I will not interfere!"

Cui Yue had no choice but to falsely agree with him just to get past the immediate hurdle.

Hearing Cui Yue say this, the robed man clearly hesitated for a moment. He neither wanted to offend Cui Yue nor was he willing to let go of the Old Yang who was already within his grasp.

After weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, the man suddenly withdrew his hand, cupped his fists toward Cui Yue, and said,

"My Lord, I will heed your words today and let him off this once. But in the future, you must no longer..."

The robed man trailed off, leaving his words unfinished, but his meaning was crystal clear: I am doing you a favor today, but you must never interfere in the future!

Cui Yue naturally understood this logic and nodded hurriedly.

"Fine, thank you. When we meet again in the future, I will never interfere. Once I finish my business here, we shall gather in the Underworld."

Gather with your ghost head, I never want to descend to the Underworld in my life, Cui Yue thought hypocritically.

"Very well. My Lord, then this subordinate takes his leave."

The robed man glared at Old Yang with hatred, then transformed into a puff of black Qi and vanished completely.

Seeing that all movement had ceased, Cui Yue let out a long sigh of relief. His legs had gone numb from standing, and he collapsed heavily onto a chair.

Having survived a near-death experience, Old Yang was trembling all over, his soul nearly frightened out of his body.

Cui Yue and Old Yang locked gazes, a myriad of thoughts flashing through both of their minds. The person before them was far from as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Who on earth are you?

Both of them harbored massive question marks in their hearts.

"Old Yang, why did that ghost want to capture you?"

Cui Yue broke the silence first.

Old Yang stared at Cui Yue with a complex expression, clearly trying to conceal something.

"If I told you he mistook me for someone else, would you believe it?"

Old Yang blurted out.

I would believe a ghost's tall tales, Cui Yue thought. I've seen people mistaken for others, but I've never seen a ghost captured by mistake. This Old Yang is no honest fellow either.

"Oh!"

Cui Yue couldn't be bothered to argue further. Since that was the case, there was no need for either of them to elaborate; both understood the score in their hearts.

"Thank you so much for today."

Old Yang cupped his hands in gratitude.

"Forget it. I'm a man who likes to meddle in other people's business, but I don't like prying into their secrets."

Cui Yue said offhandedly.

Old Yang froze upon hearing this, his expression turning somewhat unnatural as his pale, toothless jaw ground together slightly.

"If we meet again in the future, this old man will treat you to a drink down below."

With that, Old Yang shrank into a translucent shadow and slipped out through the crack of the door.

Hearing these words, Cui Yue hurriedly spat several times in succession and shouted curses for bad luck.

"This godforsaken wretch is practically cursing me to die soon! I never want to see you again. Today I almost got dragged down by you to report to the Underworld early!"

Cui Yue grabbed his jacket, tucked the wooden sword into his bosom, and sauntered out the front door, stepping onto the empty street. Strangely, not even a shadow was to be seen.

Early in the morning, Aunt Li was busy preparing breakfast. Just as she finished serving the dishes on the table, the front door was kicked open with a loud crash!

Cui Yuanjun stormed in with a furious expression, grabbed a mop handle on the way, and roared toward Cui Yue's bedroom,

"You wretched scoundrel, get your ass out here!"

Aunt Li was startled. What madness had gotten into Cui Yuanjun early in the morning?

"Old Cui, what are you doing? Yue'er is still sleeping."

Hearing this, Cui Yuanjun grew even angrier. Brandishing the stick, he lunged forward to kick the door open.

Aunt Li managed to stop him with great difficulty.

"Old Cui, what on earth are you trying to do!"

Cui Yuanjun's eyes widened to their limits, trembling with rage as he pointed and cursed,

"What am I doing? Why don't you ask your little bastard what he did at the factory? What a massive disaster he has stirred up!"

Aunt Li was stunned.

"Yue'er stirred up trouble? That shouldn't be right!"

"Your precious son broke the imported equipment the factory purchased, causing a catastrophic mess! See if I don't break his legs today!"

Cui Yue had not yet fully recovered from the previous night's alcohol buzz. Hearing Cui Yuanjun's furious roar, he woke up with a start—things were going to go badly now.

Just as he was about to get up, Cui Yuanjun had already charged in, brandishing the stick and swinging wildly!

Through many years of combative experience, Cui Yue had thoroughly mastered various beating-evasion skills. He could instantly calculate the strike point and force the moment Cui Yuanjun's stick descended, choosing which part of his body to use to absorb the impact and minimize the damage.

After all, those beatings over the years hadn't been endured for nothing.

However, Cui Yuanjun was truly enraged this time. All his hard-earned reputation at the factory for a lifetime had been ruined by this little bastard. With the incident being this serious, forget about compensating for the loss; his livelihood and job security were probably gone as well.

How could he not be furious? How could the fire in his heart not rage? Naturally, his blows fell much heavier than usual.

Cui Yuanjun swung the stick without showing any mercy, leaving Cui Yue scrambling around the house protecting his head. Had Aunt Li not intervened, Cui Yue would have long been beaten into a swollen pig's head.

Just as the family was thrown into utter chaos, the front door suddenly rang out.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Aunt Li hurried to open the door, only to find Zhang Hao and Dazhuang squeezing inside. Catching sight of the stick in Cui Yuanjun's hand, they roughly guessed what was going on.

"Uncle Cui, we came to look for Cui Yue for something!"

Cui Yuanjun was still at the height of his anger and let out a cold snort.

"What business!"

Dazhuang scratched his head and was about to speak when Zhang Hao cut in front of him.

"Oh, Uncle Cui, there's a small matter at the factory, and they asked him to return for a bit."

With that, he shot a meaningful glance at Cui Yue.

Cui Yue instantly grasped Zhang Hao's intention. At a time like this, the thirty-six stratagems dictate that running away is the best option!

Hearing that there was trouble at the factory, Cui Yuanjun could no longer press the matter and had no choice but to throw the stick onto the table.

"Hurry up and get back! We aren't finished with this matter today!"

Cui Yue didn't dare linger for another second and bolted out faster than a rabbit.