The Human Emperor (1-200)

C82: Assassin in the Study!

Wang Chong dragged the two to somewhere airy before walking into a nearby room. He took a teapot and poured some water on their faces, especially around their mouth and nose.

Soon, they slowly roused from their sleep.

“Young master, young master, are you alright? We-we fainted…”

Despite still feeling groggy under the effects of the sleeping gas, the duo recalled what happened before and their faces turned red in embarrassment. They were both elites of the army, yet they fell for such a cheap trick. If not for the thick smoke which impaired the vision of the assassins and the assassins’ attention on Wang Chong, the two of them would have been dead by now.

“There is no need to blame yourself. They came prepared. I didn’t expect them to bring such a tool as well.”

Wang Chong consoled.

“You two should rest here for a moment. I doubt the sleeping gas contains any lethal poison so you should be alright after a while.”

The potency of the sleeping gas was much greater than Wang Chong had expected. It was unlikely that Shen Hai and Meng Long would be able to do anything in the short run.

Wang Chong lifted his head to gaze into the distance. The battle was already nearing its end, and with the two-pronged attack from Ablonodan, Arloja, and Tuoba Guiyuan, the masked men of Charax Spasinu fell quickly.

“Gongzi, are you alright?”

The moment the battle ended, Ablonodan and Arloja swiftly rushed over. Of all people, they worried the most for Wang Chong’s safety.

Wang Chong was currently the savior of Sindhu. If something happened to him, they didn’t know how they should account this matter to the High Priest.

“I’m okay. Did you all manage to find out anything?”

Wang Chong asked.

“We weren’t able to. All of them committed suicide.”

The duo answered.

Most of the masked men who rushed into the Wang Family Residence died tragically. Upon seeing that there was no escape and not wanting to be held captive, they stabbed their own hearts with their machetes.

“Clean up the courtyard. Make sure mother doesn’t see it.”

Wang Chong wasn’t surprised by their actions. He called a few guards over and delegated them several instructions before leaving.

“Is this the sleeping gas pellet?”

From the clothes of one of the masked Charax Spasinu men, Wang Chong took out a purplish beige metal sphere sleeping gas pellet. Seeing how experts like Shen Hai and Meng Long fell unconscious upon breathing in the sleeping gas, and that they were still groggy now, it seemed to be quite effective.

“Since these fellows didn’t fear the sleeping gas, they probably consumed the antidote beforehand.”

Wang Chong fumbled around the person’s body once more and found a small pouch by his waist. There were a few dark purple pills in it. Wang Chong reckoned that it was the antidote to the sleeping gas.

Wang Chong placed these pills along with the sleeping gas pellets into a bag, hung it on his waist, and walked around the area before returning to his study.

“Un?”

Upon walking into the room, Wang Chong’s eyes narrowed into thin slits. He could sense that something was amiss with the room. He sneaked out through the windows, and it should still be opened now. Yet, at this moment, it was tightly shut.