290 Fu Baoguo! (1/2)

Fu Baoguo had been waiting for Supreme Wind to come question and kill him for quite a while now.

However, Supreme Wind had not appeared.

He did not have any high hopes; concealed as He Hanqing and Jiang Zhong were, they were still incapable of avoiding arrest and had been killed by Supreme Wind through various means...he was certain that Supreme Wind would have no trouble finding him.

He was sure that he had been exposed much earlier.

It was precisely because of this that he had constantly attempted to find solutions in the past few days by utilizing various excuses to transfer his family members, such as paying a visit to relatives and friends, rekindling a past relationship, or to go to a friend's house for a short stay.

However, those who had been forcibly sent out with his authority had disappeared outside the city almost immediately.

These included his own eldest son, daughter-in-law, and his little grandson ...

Fu Baoguo knew that it was all useless, that all his efforts were futile!

No matter how he struggled, there was no use, as the trap had been laid out for him for a long time since.

An escape attempt was doomed to fail.

Furthermore, Fu Baoguo himself did not wish to escape.

In the dead of night, Fu Baoguo could be seen clad in a military uniform. Together with a helmet and armor, he dressed as if he was going for war.

A strange sound could be heard in the dead of the night.

His face betrayed a momentary glimpse of misery, but with a touch of relief.

It was the howling of the wind. It sounded like the opening of the gates of hell, with thousands of devil's souls rushing out, floating across the night sky, seeking for their enemies, slavering for their lives!

”You have come!” Uttered Fu Baoguo softly. His expression was an array of complex emotions.

However, Fu Baoguo’s sentence went unanswered.

He began to realize something. Walking out from his study, his pace was slow but without hesitation.

The clouds above were dark, like black ink. The breeze was as cold as a metallic saber.

The entire horizon was filled with desolation and bleakness.

Fu Baoguo stood unmoving in the yard.

The chilly wind was scraping over his face. The tinge of pain was like his bones were being sharpened by the cold blade.

He raised his head. Watching the billowing of dark clouds, his gaze was strangely calm.

A gust of wind fell from the sky, forming a tornado before him. Although the sudden tornado was not unusually large, it connected the earth and sky, like a flood dragon floating in the air, flying vivaciously.

Several night guards who witnessed the abnormal phenomenon had commanded coldly, ”Who goes there? Who dares to cause trouble before the Residence of Marshal Fu?”

Fu Baoguo waved his hand to order them back,”All of you, retreat! No one should ever come near this yard without my permission!”

”Yes!”

All the guards, janissaries and the Residence’s experts instantly receded with shuffling sounds.

Fu Baoguo was obviously a capable Marshal of his time. His military command was like a law that commanded immediate obedience. Once the prohibition was ordered, no one had dared to disobey. His orders were instantly followed without question.

The tornado could be seen condensing, growing thicker in its original spot. A moment later, a magnificent figure slowly appeared within the careening wind. Although the tornado was still peripherally whirring and whistling around him, the figure within remained motionless.

At first glance, the face, eyebrows, nose, mouth and other features of the person were blurred and difficult to be identified. Only a cold stare could be felt gazing deep into the soul of Fu Baoguo.

They exchanged glances. Fu Baoguo could sense the fear within himself tremble instinctively.

The silhouette in the wind issued an indifferent sigh, ”Marshal Fu, this is probably the last time I would identify you as Marshal. From now onwards, you no longer deserve the title.”

Fu Baoguo laughed bitterly, and he replied dryly, ”Lord Supreme Wind speaks correctly. It was God’s favor to me to be called Marshal Fu at this juncture.”

Yun Yang laughed lightly, ”Fu Baoguo, I am here today to end the vengeance with the Four Seasons Tower, the matter is destined to not rest until death arrives. However, considering the efforts that you have contributed to Yutang’s military force all these years, I am willing to listen to your predicament. You have the right to spell out your defense!”

Fu Baoguo was different from Yang Botao. He was the successor elected by the old Grand Commandant, Fang Qingtian. He was to be the next highest authority of the military. His status and identity were already above the northern troop's Marshal Tie Zheng, who was well known as the most renowned militant in Yutang right now.

As for how he could achieve such an honorable status - other than being exceptional in warfare, peerless in the younger generation of Yutang's military, and providing various contributions, he had been protecting Yutang from various wars at each order during his twenty years of enlistment. He was the cornerstone of the Yutang’s military force after the top three marshals Qiu, Leng, and Fang retired from the battlefield and before Tie Zheng had come up in force!

Had he not already confirmed that this person was extremely dodgy, he would not even want to believe that this person had actually joined the effort in going against the Nine Supremes!