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Chapter 767: Chapter 311: Want to Laugh, Yet Want to Cry!

Negotiate?

The premise of negotiation is understanding what the other party wants.

But right now, he knows nothing about the Thunder God’s motives.

This is the most fatal aspect.

He suddenly stopped, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He can’t afford to wait any longer, he must seize the initiative quickly.

He briskly walked to the desk, ignoring the mess on the floor, picked up another encrypted phone on the table, and with trembling fingers, dialed an extremely secret number.

The call was picked up after just two rings.

A lazy, coquettish, and slightly cynical young female voice sounded, like a hook that could easily stir a man’s heart: "Oh~ A rare guest! Director Zhang? What is it, have you decided? Want to buy our Dark Web’s intel? Is it about the whereabouts of that batch of missing Pure Crystals? Or is it some dirt on your rival?"

Director Zhang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the disgust and urgency in his heart, his voice low and direct: "I want intel on the Thunder God, everything you have, about their identity, background, purpose, weaknesses... everything! Name your price!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end, followed by a teasing laugh: "Hehehe, Director Zhang is quite generous. However..."

The female voice elongated the tone, with a playful tone as if a cat playing with a mouse, "The Thunder God and Bail Huo, these are two big fishes, tied together."

"According to the rules, they can’t be sold separately. You know our Dark Web deals, we value the integrity of the information chain the most."

Director Zhang’s face instantly turned darkly green.

His grip on the phone was so tight that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Of course, he knew the nature of the "Dark Web" vampires.

Tied together for sale? This was clearly a price hike.

"Ten million!"

Director Zhang almost gritted his teeth to report a figure that would bankrupt many major factions in the Inner City, "Just for the core information on the Thunder God! I don’t need Bail Huo’s for now!"

"Oh dear~" The female voice exclaimed with exaggerated regret, "Director Zhang, this won’t do. Rules are rules. The information is bound together, if separated it loses value and could easily mislead you, right? If you make a wrong judgment due to incomplete information, the consequences, tsk tsk, our Dark Web can’t bear it. So, only for sale together, a flat price of twenty million."

"You—!"

Director Zhang felt a rush of blood to his head, and his vision darkened, almost crushing the phone.

Twenty million!!!

Still using Gray Crystals from the City of Injustice!

Not the Federation Paper Currency used in the outside world.

The voice on the other end seemed to sense his fury, and the cheerful laugh deepened: "Director Zhang, don’t be angry. The Thunder God and Bail Huo really are worth this price. Think about it, having them cornered is like holding their life gate, this investment is definitely worth it. Would you like to consider?"

"Fine!!!"

Director Zhang abruptly interrupted, his voice slightly stifled, "Twenty million, send the account over, and deliver the intel to me immediately."

"Pleasure! Director Zhang is indeed straightforward!"

The female voice carried a smile of victory, "The account will be sent to your backup phone shortly. Once the money is received, the intel will be delivered promptly! Pleasant cooperation~"

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Director Zhang leaned heavily against the cold back of the chair, as if drained, his chest heaving violently.

He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them a few seconds later, with a crazed determination.

He picked up the phone on the desk and said hoarsely:

"Finance room, immediately transfer twenty million Gray Crystals to this account."

He reported the encrypted account he had just received.

"Yes! Director!"

A respectful yet surprised response came from the other end.

...

In front of the Phantom Nightclub, Gray Rock District.

Time passed second by second.

The eight members of the Lingxiao Association, nailed in place by the golden thunder shackles.

Like being roasted over a slow fire.

The three Tier Three Martial Saints could barely stand, but their muscles were taut, the knotted veins under their skin squirmed like worms, cold sweat poured like a waterfall from their foreheads, and their teeth clattered.

They were using all their life’s cultivation to resist the golden electric snakes coiled around their necks, paralyzing their Qi blood.

The electric snakes clung like maggots, each tiny movement sent their Qi blood churning, their vision blacking out.

Their once-proud power.

In the face of this thunder from Shenxiao, as fragile as paper.

Zhang Shisi and the other four Tier Two martial artists lay on the ground like fish out of water, twitching intermittently, weak froth bubbling from their mouths and noses, their eyes vacant, on the verge of total collapse.

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Amid this suffocating silence.

Inside the nightclub’s dilapidated door, light and shadow shifted slightly.

A figure, wrapped in a nearly transparent pure white flame, silently emerged from the darkness within.

The flame wasn’t intense.

Yet it carried a purity capable of incinerating all sins in the world.

Bail Huo!

As this figure appeared, Zhang Shisi’s pupils on the ground contracted to needle points.

As expected... these two are together.

Endless despair washed over him like cold waves, instantly drowning him.

Jiang Wei ignored the nailed members of the Lingxiao Association at the door.

As if they were nothing more than eyesores by the roadside.

She walked barefoot on the cold, rough concrete, the faint white flame around her left no trace.

She walked straight to the bottom of the steps, looking up slightly towards the figure bathed in golden thunder at the top.

Her clear red pupils reflected an unusual halo under the golden thunderlight.

"Qingzi." Her voice was crisp, calm as a mountain stream, "I let them go first."

Fang Qingyu’s Melted Gold slit pupils lowered slightly, falling on Jiang Wei, the Thunder Mask obscured his expression, only a deep response was heard: "Mm."

This brief exchange, like stones dropped into a still lake, rippled through the dead air.

Let them go first?

Them?

Zhang Shisi and the struggling three Tier Three Martial Saints, their minds suddenly struck as if by lightning.

Could those people mean...

The goods imprisoned in the underground cells?!

Could it be that the Thunder God and this Bail Huo... are targeting them for those goods!!?

This idea circulated in the minds of the Lingxiao Association.

Replacing their eyes of terror with confusion and extreme absurdity...

Confusion was in, two such terrifying individuals, would they really fight for ordinary people!?

The absurdity lay in...

Two such terrifying individuals would fight for a group of ordinary people...

In this City of Injustice, it’s an extremely absurd thing.

Because in the City of Injustice, Transcendents cannot harm ordinary people, but undoubtedly ordinary people’s status is absolutely lower than Transcendents.

Even if ordinary people live better than Transcendents.

Even if ordinary people are wealthier than Transcendents.

But it’s absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to dare to challenge a Transcendent.

So upon learning that the two might stand up for ordinary people...

Zhang Shisi’s mouth opened unconsciously, a weird sound emitted from his throat.

As if wanting to laugh, yet wanting to cry...