Slash the Scarlet Eyes: Start with a Starburst Air Stream Slash Chapter 131

Imperial Capital Guard Station.

At the main entrance.

“You beasts, why aren’t you kneeling when you see us?”

The aristocratic guards in silver-white armor surged towards the station gate like a tide. The young and handsome blue-haired man leading them had a scornful smile on his lips.

His finger lightly tapped the hilt of his sword, his gaze sweeping past the commoner guards’ defense line, piercing straight into the depths of the station.

There, was a group of children, a group of adorable children.

“This is an overreach of authority. According to Imperial law—”

“Your aristocratic district’s guard has no right to interfere with our commoner district’s guard.”

Similarly, inside the station, a large number of members stood, led by a golden-haired woman with an excellent figure—Cang Jin Xiaokong.

“No right? Let me tell you beasts, this empire was built by our aristocratic ancestors, and everything on this land belongs to us. No right? You should be grateful to live here, and get down on your knees to thank us properly.”

The blue-haired man leading the aristocratic guards slowly approached. Behind him, the male members of the guard were handsome, and the female members were exceptionally beautiful.

“Last warning, otherwise we won’t be easy to bully either.”

Cang Jin Xiaokong pulled out the pistol from her waist and pointed it at the blue-haired man’s forehead. Her members behind her also uniformly drew their guns and aimed at the opposite side.

In terms of unity, no one was more united than them.

“You… how dare you do this, you commoners.”

The blue-haired man’s imposing manner instantly softened. He hadn’t expected these people to not be afraid of him. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

His life was precious; he couldn’t just throw it away for nothing.

“Creak!”

Suddenly, the creak of a wheelchair sounded, startling everyone.

“Go back. Tell your captain that I, Hui Zhengtian, am not dead yet. I will handle everything that needs to be handled.”

Hui Zhengtian sat in his wheelchair, his empty right sleeve swaying gently in the wind.

“Alright, alright. Since Captain Hui, you’ve said so, then we’ll let this matter go.”

The blue-haired man immediately signaled his subordinates to leave.

“Captain Hui, should I bring people tonight to…?” Cang Jin Xiaokong immediately made a throat-slitting gesture.

“…Go. Be quick and clean. Fabricate the scene as an assassination by a Night Raid assassin. It cannot be linked to the guard.”

Hui Zhengtian pondered for a moment and instructed. Although the Night Raid assassin organization seemed to have a connection with Captain Lin Yu, splashing some dirt on them should be fine, right? After all, it wasn’t the first or second time…

Forest outside the Imperial Capital.

Sailei was chasing a few escaping humanoid Danger Beasts.

“You evil incarnations threatening nearby residents, I shall punish you!”

“Koro, Predation!”

Koro, on her shoulder, leaped down, rapidly expanding as it landed.

In a blink of an eye, the formerly adorable dog had transformed into a three-meter-tall hideous beast, its jaws stretched back to its ears, revealing stark white fangs.

“Crunch—”

The sound of bones shattering echoed consecutively.

Koro pounced with a speed unsuited to its massive body, each bite precisely hitting the Danger Beast’s neck.

It swallowed with a rather disgusted expression, forcing itself to do so.

Dozens of meters away, behind an oak tree, a figure cloaked in a gray hood stood silently.

He coldly observed the one-sided slaughter, unconsciously toying with an ancient metal ring. The runes on the ring’s surface gleamed dully in the sunlight.

“Is this the legendary ‘Hunter’? Doesn’t look like much.”

A cold sneer curved beneath the hood.

The girl’s fighting style, in his eyes, was too straightforward—relying on the brute force of her Imperial Arm, lacking tactical thought.

Not as powerful as the owner of this ring.

The ring spun between his fingers, finally held firmly in his palm.

Giving this to Father would surely earn him considerable recognition.

“As for this girl, I’ll wait until they gather, then play with them properly using the remaining toys.”

With that, his entire being vanished from the spot.

Imperial Capital.

Aristocratic District.

Tavern.

The nights in the aristocratic district always carried a sense of lavish tranquility.

Inside the tavern, Captain Wayne of the aristocratic district guard tapped the mahogany table with his gloved fingers.

The blue-haired man and his group, who had caused trouble during the day, were seated in the most secluded corner of a private room, heavy velvet curtains blocking all outside view.

“So you just scurried back like that?” Wayne sipped the amber liquid from his crystal glass, a cold sneer twisting his lips. “You are nobles. Such behavior will only make those commoners think you are incompetent. You’ve disgraced the noble name.”

The blue-haired man trembled: “But… but those people aren’t like other commoners; they don’t fear us and even pick up weapons to resist.”

“Those commoner-born guards are becoming more and more presumptuous, not knowing the prestige of our ancestors. We are the true masters of the Empire.”

The temperature in the private room seemed to drop as the conversation escalated.

The bartender was about to approach to refill their drinks but was waved away by Wayne, who quickly bowed and retreated.

“I’ve received tacit approval from above.” Wayne lowered his voice, pulling out a scroll of parchment from his embrace, bearing the private seal of the general directly under the guard. “It allows us to secretly dispose of these people and then frame Night Raid.”

The blue-haired man immediately understood his captain’s meaning, a sinister smile spreading across his face: “I didn’t expect those thieves to be somewhat useful.”

“Exactly.” Wayne nodded approvingly. “Our people will take over that place afterward, and large sums of gold will surely make our lives more extravagant.”

“But there are hundreds of people and a group of children in that station.”

“Just a bunch of bugs.” Wayne’s face flushed. “Do these commoner district scumbags think they can be on equal footing with us just by wearing uniforms?”

His fingers tightened on the tabletop: “This city needs to be reminded—there will always be an insurmountable boundary between nobles and commoners.”

The blue-haired man raised his glass: “To Captain Wayne, to the true guardian of order.”

Just as the glasses were about to clink, a biting cold wind swept in from nowhere, blowing open the tightly closed windows. The heavy curtains flapped wildly like startled bird wings.

“What’s going on?” Wayne roared, his hand already on his sword hilt.

“Do you think Captain Wayne, that you can frame us, Night Raid, like this?”

A voice came from the corner.

The voice was not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the entire tavern, as if directly sounding in everyone’s minds.

Wayne sharply turned his head, only to see the bartender’s face constantly changing, finally transforming into a face he knew well.

“Lin… Lin Yu…” Carl trembled slightly, as he had also watched General Esdeath’s Citizen Martial Arts Tournament.

Lin Yu raised a hand, and the temperature in the private room plummeted. The liquid in the wine glasses instantly froze, fixing the glasses to the tabletop.

But Wayne, worthy of being a captain, was the first to recover from the shock: “I have so many people here, Captain Lin Yu, you might not… Ah! My hand!”

His hand, which had been secretly reaching for a flare, was instantly covered in a thick layer of ice.

“Nice little trick. I’ll reward you with popsicles.”

Lin Yu spread his five fingers, then suddenly clenched his fist.

Wayne felt an unprecedented chill erupt from the depths of his bones. His breath condensed into frost in the air.

In an instant, the entire private room became an ice sculpture exhibition.

Wayne remained frozen in an attacking posture, his face still contorted in a final expression of fear, a popsicle stuck in his mouth—a deadly one.

“There is indeed a boundary between nobles and commoners,” Lin Yu said softly, “but not as you imagine.”

A cold wind blew, and Lin Yu’s figure dissipated like mist.

Moments later, multiple ice sculptures simultaneously shattered, turning into countless crystalline fragments scattered on the ground, leaving no trace of flesh or blood.

Outside the tavern, the moonlight still quietly illuminated the clean flagstones of the aristocratic district.

Only the tavern sign, at some unknown point, had acquired a layer of frost.