Free Web NovelChapter 127: Chapter 125: The Coming Storm
August 31st. The weather was oppressively hot and muggy, clouds lazily drifting by.
Han Qiubai and her team were running off their feet. There was too much to do all at once. Tao Lang was unsuitable for command and coordination due to his personality and demeanor, so everything fell on her shoulders.
Fortunately, Platoon Leader Li Cunliang was incredibly capable. The resolute man was competent and extremely efficient in his work.
Wang Jie and his team had already drafted an emergency evacuation plan. He wouldn’t be fighting, but if the situation collapsed and became unsalvageable, he would lead everyone into the vast wilderness to minimize casualties.
"My senior brother is here. Let’s go welcome him together."
Tao Lang popped up from out of nowhere, inviting Han Qiubai and the others.
"Alright, let’s go together," Han Qiubai said first.
They were all genuinely grateful that someone would risk their life to come and help at such a critical moment.
...
A purple sports car, a Blade Phantom, drifted to a halt before them. It was a new luxury model released this year by the Celestial Company, with a price tag of around ten million, and was wildly popular among the youth.
While the price was exorbitant for an ordinary person, it was little more than a toy in the eyes of a Gang Qi Martial Artist.
Han Qiubai stood beside Tao Lang, trying to hide her discomfort. The flamboyant man had doused himself in a thick perfume today, and the scent was incredibly pungent.
The car door swung open. A booming, masculine laugh preceded a burly, bearded man who was built like a bear. He wore only a vest, his chest bare.
"Hahaha, Lang, long time no see! I’ve missed you like crazy!"
The moment he said that, Han Qiubai and the others had a bad feeling.
’It couldn’t be...?’
They watched as Tao Lang swayed his hips, holding his fingers in a delicate pose, and trotted over to the man, cooing, "Mr. Yuan, I missed you too, you know?"
With that, he kicked up a leg and gracefully leaped into the burly man’s arms.
"MWAH~"
A Martial Artist’s eyesight is incredible. The string of saliva was visible to the naked eye.
Li Cunliang nearly ground his molars to dust, his fists clenched so tight they creaked.
He forced the words out to Han Qiubai through clenched teeth. "I have something else to attend to. I’m leaving..."
Then he strode away, leaping more than ten feet in a single bound. The resolute man had never looked so discomposed in his entire life.
"Gag..."
Wang Jie’s face was pale, and he looked like he was about to vomit.
He covered his eyes with his hands. ’I’ve gone blind...’ This scene dealt a fatal blow to the dedicated public servant.
"Mr. Han, I’m not feeling well. My apologies..." He didn’t even finish his sentence before turning to flee.
Police Chief Jia Jingxian, however, watched the scene with great interest. He turned to Han Qiubai and asked, "Is Yuqing University always this... progressive?"
"Absolutely not," Han Qiubai said through clenched teeth.
Her face was ashen. ’Suddenly, an attack from a cultist Grandmaster doesn’t seem like such a bad thing,’ she thought. ’Just destroy it all. I’m so tired of this...’
She turned and walked away. As a fellow student of Yuqing University, an identity that had once filled her with pride, she now felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
Jia Jingxian watched the two carry on their passionate display in broad daylight. Finding it too much to bear, he also turned and left.
"Lang, why did they all leave?"
"Who cares? They’re just a bunch of small-minded people. Mr. Yuan, I’ve already booked a hotel... I’m so happy you could make it, you know?"
Zhang Yuanqiao laughed heartily. "Don’t worry. I rushed over the moment I got your message. You can relax. Even if a Grandmaster attacks, I’ll keep you safe."
"Really? Oh, Mr. Yuan, you’re the best..."
As the others returned to their duties, they were suddenly filled with worry. The initial excitement of gaining powerful reinforcements had vanished. Putting aside the still-missing Mr. Kong, the two individuals who now represented their strongest fighting force were clearly... abnormal. How could anyone feel at ease?
If a great enemy appeared and those two started kissing on the front lines, it was hard to say whether their own side would have any will to fight left.
Han Qiubai suddenly thought of Yan Sea. That master’s strength was astounding, no less than her own. Perhaps he could help.
Thinking of this, she quickly tried to contact him, but there was no response.
She looked into the distance. Thick clouds were piling up on the horizon, and the air grew ever more scorching.
...
September 1st. It was the first day of the school year for the high schools. The normally quiet county town suddenly bustled with activity, and the shops and supermarkets near the schools were swamped.
As Bu Xiuwen passed by, he planned on stopping at the ’Affordable Bun Shop’ he’d been frequenting to grab some breakfast. Their duties had been heavy recently, so they carried weapons at all times in case of a sudden attack. All Security Bureau personnel at the Second Realm and above were on constant alert, ready to engage the enemy at a moment’s notice.
But when he arrived, he found the Affordable Bun Shop was closed for some reason. A sign was posted: "Owner is out gathering materials. Closed for three days."
’That’s strange. What kind of "materials" does a bun shop owner need to find?’ he wondered, thinking of the quiet, bald owner. ’Don’t tell me he’s a secret artist?’ fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
The bun shop owner Bu Xiuwen was thinking about had arrived early at the entrance of No. 1 High School. After observing for a moment, he got on his bike and cased the other schools in the area.
"Mr. Liang, the students are all back in school, especially the high schoolers..."
"Good. A job well done. Wait for us at the school. Don’t make any rash moves."
Thirty kilometers from the county town, Di Yunliang confirmed the information and went to report to Dust Sacrifice.
"Not bad. I didn’t expect you to have an agent still in place. Young people’s minds certainly are sharp... Now, it’s time for your performance... The Rose Society will provide cover..."
Dust Sacrifice narrowed his eyes and glanced at the time. "Notify Song Qidong to make his move. If we head over now, we’ll make it just in time..."
Although the major high schools had started classes as scheduled, they weren’t as lively as usual. At this critical juncture, it was impossible to suspend normal school activities over an unconfirmed report, but they couldn’t afford to be completely unprepared, either.
