Free Web NovelChapter 766: Chapter 311: Want to Laugh, Yet Want to Cry!
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The air, at this moment, truly froze.
Da Lei’s eternally indifferent gaze showed an obvious fluctuation for the first time.
A hint of extremely subtle bewilderment.
Like a pebble thrown into an ancient pond, rippling in the depths of his profound pupils.
Not activating the force field?
In the City of Injustice, when High Tier Transcendents clash, activating a force field to isolate the inside from the outside to avoid harming innocents is almost instinctive common knowledge and one of the unwritten rules that maintain the fragile surface order of this city.
Within the force field, life and death are one’s own responsibility.
All energy fluctuations, combat scenes are isolated as if thrown into another dimension.
Outside the force field is the normal world.
Fang Qingyu actually made a move on the Lingxiao Association’s people directly in the real world, on the streets of the Gray Rock District?!
This kid...
What on earth does he want to do!?
A few seconds of absolute silence.
The old man maintained a bent-over posture, cold sweat sliding down his temples, even hearing his own heart pounding rapidly within his chest.
But he dared not look up.
Could only stare intently at the floor beneath his feet, shiny as a mirror.
Then, he heard extremely soft footsteps.
He quickly looked up.
In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, there was nothing.
The mysterious figure had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
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Lingxiao Association Headquarters Building.
Top floor Chief of Internal Affairs Office.
"Useless! A bunch of good-for-nothings!!!"
The precious purple clay teapot was slammed on the ground, shattering into pieces.
Scalding hot tea mixed with tea leaves splashed, staining the luxurious Persian carpet.
Chief of Internal Affairs, Uncle Zhang.
This elder, esteemed within the Lingxiao Association and known for his deep scheming, was now like a mad lion, his eyes bloodshot, veins on his forehead bulging like an earthworm.
His chest heaving violently.
The expensive silk Tang suit’s front was torn open by himself, revealing the skin flushed red with anger inside.
The files and ornaments on his desk were swept to the floor, in utter disarray.
"Thunder God! Thunder God!! Why the hell is it Thunder God?! Zhang Shisi, that bastard! He managed to screw up even a simple task of dealing with a small gang! What on earth did he do?!!"
His roars echoed in the exceptionally soundproof office.
The crystal chandelier even trembled slightly.
The office door was cautiously pushed open.
The Peak Martial Saint, who was responsible for reporting on the Gray Rock District situation and referred to as A Bao by Uncle Zhang, quickly walked in.
Seeing the mess on the floor and the enraged Uncle Zhang, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
"Boss?"
A Bao’s voice carried inquiry, he quickly stepped forward, gently picking up a jade ornament on the verge of being crushed by Uncle Zhang, placing it on a still intact corner of the desk.
Uncle Zhang suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes locked onto A Bao.
His gaze was like a beast choosing its prey.
He took several heavy breaths, forcibly suppressing the nearly erupting anger, his voice becoming hoarse and twisted due to repression: freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Xiao Shisi went with people to that nightclub in Gray Rock District and ran into Thunder God!"
A Bao paused in surprise as he listened.
Thunder God?!
That scourge of the overpass?!
"Thunder God has detained them! Said if we don’t send people over in ten minutes, he’ll kill them!"
Uncle Zhang almost ground his teeth as he uttered these words, the muscles on his face twitching.
No matter how incompetent Xiao Shisi was, he was still his biological son.
The bloodline of his branch of the Zhang Family.
A chill instantly ran up A Bao’s spine.
He immediately understood the gravity of the situation and why Uncle Zhang was so upset.
He instantly straightened his back, his gaze sharp: "Boss! I’ll take people over! I’ll go now! I’ll definitely bring the young master back safely!"
Uncle Zhang looked at A Bao, his anger slightly subsided, but more so was a profound anxiety and weighing.
He was silent for a few seconds, weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, he made a heavy gesture, and orders were given at an extremely rapid pace:
"Good! A Bao, you take people over immediately! Remember! First, unless absolutely necessary, do not clash with Thunder God! He’s a madman, and there’s likely a companion Bail Huo, you can’t be a match for both of them combined." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"Second, figure out! At any cost, figure out for me! What exactly did Xiao Shisi and the others do to provoke Thunder God! Did they injure his people by mistake? Or touch something they shouldn’t have? Or is there something in that temporary spot down there that caught his eye? Find the reason! As long as it’s not a dead-end vendetta, everything can be negotiated! Let him set the terms."
He paused, his gaze turning incredibly fierce, adding: "Third, if Thunder God insists on killing, or if the situation completely spirals out of control, then spare no expense, get Xiao Shisi out! Bring others if you can, if you can’t, then abandon them!"
The last few words were said with exceptional difficulty, carrying a coldness of cutting off a limb to survive.
For his son, sacrificing those three of the third tier was painful but not unbearable.
As for the second tier...
They don’t even count as a unit here.
"Yes! Boss! I understand!"
A Bao nodded heavily, without any hesitation.
He well understood Uncle Zhang’s implications.
Turning, he strode out of the office.
Inside the office, only Uncle Zhang remained again.
After the rage came deeper coldness and anxiety.
He paced anxiously among the mess, his expensive leather shoes creaking against the shattered porcelain pieces and damp tea leaves.
Let Thunder God set the terms?
