Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space

Chapter 205: Chapter

The farther we traveled from Unit Fifty, the quieter the roads became. Unlike the bustling, crowded streets leading toward Bao Li’s residence, this side of the Barren Lands was eerily still.

The lively sounds of merchants and morning chatter gradually faded behind us, replaced by abandoned houses, overgrown fields, and long stretches of empty road where hardly another soul could be seen.

Han Fuji walked beside me at his usual leisurely pace, one hand resting lazily behind his head as though we were simply out for a casual morning stroll. Anyone who saw him would never imagine we were currently on our way to investigate one of Tiger Alley’s secret weapon warehouses.

Several paces behind us followed six men from Unit Fifty. They had volunteered after everything that had happened in the village, and although none of them were seasoned fighters.

The only sounds accompanying us were our own footsteps crunching against the dry earth and the occasional breeze sweeping through the sparse trees.

After walking in silence for quite some time, Han Fuji finally glanced sideways at me. "You’ve been unusually quiet."

I kept my eyes fixed on the path ahead without slowing my pace. "I’ve been thinking."

He smiled faintly. "I figured as much. What’s on your mind?"

"The warehouse," I answered honestly. "The weapons. The banquet. Fu Sheng’s group. There are just too many things happening at once today."

Han Fuji nodded, his smile fading slightly. "There are."

For a while, neither of us spoke again. The silence stretched comfortably between us until I finally chose to break it. "...And I’ve been thinking about you."

That made him turn his head, his brow arching. "Me?"

I nodded. "There are still a lot of things about you that don’t make any sense."

A helpless, quiet laugh escaped him. "So we’re back to that again?"

"I never stopped wondering."

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away. "I thought you trusted me."

"I do," I answered without a shred of hesitation. "But trusting someone doesn’t mean I stop asking questions."

He blinked in surprise before chuckling quietly to himself. "...Fair enough."

"When you first came to the Barren Lands, you seemed no different from the rest of us," I continued, pressing the matter. "You didn’t have land, you didn’t have relatives here, and you didn’t have any visible source of income. Yet somehow..." I glanced at him pointedly. "...you were able to arrange such a grand wedding for Bai Ming."

Han Fuji scratched his cheek, looking a little caught out. "I knew someone would eventually ask me that properly."

"I’ve been asking myself for quite a while."

He laughed softly. "I noticed."

I watched his expression closely. "So? What’s the answer?"

He became unusually quiet, and the remaining trace of a smile slowly vanished from his face. "There are some things..." He paused briefly, choosing his words with care. "...that I simply can’t explain right now."

I didn’t interrupt, allowing him to finish.

"I know that answer probably sounds incredibly suspicious," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But it’s the only one I can give you."

For several moments, we simply walked in the quiet of the road. Finally, his voice cut through the silence again. "Su Long."

"Hm?"

He looked straight ahead, his posture straightening. "I’ve lied before, and I’ve hidden things. I won’t deny that." His voice was steady and calm. "But one thing has always been true."

He finally turned to meet my eyes, and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of humor left in his expression. There was only absolute sincerity. "I have never done anything that would harm the Fu family. I have never betrayed any of you, and I never will."

I studied his face carefully, searching for any sign of deceit, before finally nodding. "...I’ll remember those words."

He smiled again, though this time it was much smaller and tighter than usual. "That’s enough for now."

Before either of us could continue the conversation, one of the villagers behind us suddenly hurried forward, breaking our stride. "Miss Su."

I immediately turned to him. "What is it?"

He raised his arm, pointing toward the horizon. "I think we’ve arrived."

My gaze followed the direction of his finger. Standing just beyond a dense cluster of dying, barren trees was a large stone warehouse. Its walls were severely worn with age, parts of the roof had completely collapsed, and wild weeds had almost entirely swallowed the surrounding yard. At first glance, it looked completely abandoned.

Han Fuji’s expression instantly turned serious. "So that’s it."

None of us moved any closer. Instead, we remained safely concealed behind the line of trees, quietly observing the structure from afar.

After several moments of tense observation, I frowned. "...It’s too quiet."

Han Fuji nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the perimeter. "I was thinking the same thing."

The warehouse should have been heavily guarded. If Wei Meilan’s intelligence was accurate, this was where Tiger Alley stored their weapons. Yet, there wasn’t a single soul outside.. no guards, no workers, and no active patrols. There was nothing.

"I don’t see anyone," one of the villagers whispered nervously from behind a shrub.

"Neither do I," another replied, his voice trembling slightly.

I narrowed my eyes. The main wooden gate of the warehouse stood slightly ajar. It wasn’t wide enough to invite visitors inside, but it wasn’t closed or barred either.

Han Fuji slowly crouched behind a large rock, motioning with his hand for everyone else to lower themselves.

The six men immediately obeyed, dropping low into the brush. Without saying a word, Han Fuji picked up a small stone from the dirt and flicked his wrist.

The stone skipped across the clearing before striking the warehouse gate with a sharp *clack*.

The sound echoed loudly across the empty clearing. Everyone held their breath, waiting.

Nothing happened. There were no shouting voices, no rushing footsteps, and no movement whatsoever.

Han Fuji’s brows drew together tightly. "I don’t like this."

Neither did I. A warehouse protecting an underworld organization’s weapon supply should never have been this utterly defenseless. Unless, of course, the weapons had already been moved elsewhere. Or worse the people guarding it were waiting somewhere inside where we couldn’t see them.

A cold, uneasy feeling slowly settled deep in my chest as I scanned the broken walls, the nearby trees, and the surrounding hills. Something was wrong. Very wrong. And whatever was waiting for us inside, we were only a few steps away from finding out.

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