Chapter 430: Chapter 293 Worth Courting_2
“Shoot anyone who blocks the way,”
Chen Lun said coldly.
“Yes, yes! We got it, boss!”
The men in blue vests were sweating profusely.
For some reason, they felt that their boss at this moment was even more terrifying.
Chen Lun turned around and left, returning to the corridor. He then performed “Aerial Walk,” flying out of the freighter and searching over the sea for the whereabouts of Viscount Harrington on the shore.
Dozens to hundreds of members of the Blue Sail Gang had already noticed the chaos and had gathered at the docks. In the gangway area, seven or eight gentlemen and ladies lay dead, most killed by stray bullets, a few severely injured but barely hanging on to life.
Chen Lun felt no sympathy for these people; he glanced at them and paid no further attention.
He quickly spotted Viscount Harrington but frowned.
Chen Lun saw the middle-aged man collapse in the dock area, not far from the freighter, with an inconspicuous dent in the back of his head, blood and brain matter flowing out.
‘Killed by a stray bullet in the chaos… How ironic.’
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He shook his head and landed beside the body of Viscount Harrington.
The elite attendees of the Treasure Hunt Meeting were fleeing like refugees. The men in blue vests tried to maintain order but found themselves under fire from unknown sources, creating total chaos. No one noticed that the behind-the-scenes boss of the Treasure Hunt Meeting was already dead.
Chen Lun was about to perform the glove “Moonlight in Palm” on his left hand to summon Viscount Harrington’s soul and inquire about “Hope Workshop.”
Just then, three dark figures darted out from the shadows, appearing in front of Chen Lun.
“Du Halu, what exactly happened?”
The leader of the group, a man, asked with a furrowed brow as two men and one woman revealed themselves.
Chen Lun, appearing as a gaunt man, slowly looked up at the three, a mist flashing across his eyes.
‘High Rank assassins from the Black Knife Brotherhood…Three Black Knives?’
A polite smile appeared on his face.
“You’ve arrived just in time.”
The expressions of the three Black Knife Assassins changed suddenly, sensing an unusual danger emanating from the man before them.
The bodies of the three Black Knife Assassins shook, stiffening reflexively.
The “Du Halu” standing before them had somehow appeared behind them, almost touching the back of their heads, and calmly uttered two words:
Shelter in Peacock City.
This branch was just an inconspicuous two-story apartment building.
“Team leader! There’s urgent news!”
An investigator, holding a letter, strode up to the desk and handed it to a middle-aged man. Also present were a few other men and women, the deputy leaders of the Shelter.
Before the investigator arrived, they seemed to be in a meeting, all with very grave expressions.
The man sitting in the leather office chair frowned and asked.
“It’s at the East District Port, that ship ‘Sea Treasure Hunter’ had a severe incident, twelve elites died, more than sixty were injured… It appears someone attacked the auction, causing this event.”
Team leader Amos’s face was shocked as he exclaimed in surprise.
“Who did this? What has the Black Knife Brotherhood done in response?”
“Leader, we don’t yet know which force is behind this, but… the Black Knife Brotherhood has almost been completely wiped out…”
The Investigator’s voice was dry.
The leader stood up abruptly, and the other deputy leaders also stood up swiftly.
Their expressions were full of shock as they looked at each other.
The Black Knife Brotherhood had three Black Knife Assassins in Peacock City, all mid-sequence Transcendents, a fact recorded by the Shelter… That’s why the Shelter couldn’t do much about them, letting these guys collude with Viscount Harrington in some human trafficking schemes.
Even without the restraint of the History and Ritual Association, it was difficult for the Shelter to bring them to justice. Now, the news of the near annihilation of the Black Knife Brotherhood has these leaders and deputy leaders unexpectedly exhilarated.
As for the casualties among the upper-class people, they weren’t overly concerned, even feeling these people deserved their fate.
“Those bastards are finally dead, this is great news!”
A female deputy leader laughed loudly.
“I’ve been putting up with them for so long! I haven’t had an appetite or slept well in ages!”
“What worries us now is the intentions of this suddenly appearing strange transcendent force… The Madman School always maintains neutrality; they have been indifferent to every call for assistance we’ve sent, so it’s probably not them. As for the History and Ritual Association, they are even less likely to make a move, they would rather enjoy watching our troubles.”
Leader Amos said in a solemn voice.
“Leader, after investigations and interrogations, there seemed to be no appearance of a large number of strangers attacking the cargo ships at the time of the incident… At the scene, only traces of one invader and items left by this person were found.”
The Investigator spoke, pointing to the envelope in the leader’s hand.
Amos and the other deputy leaders held their breath.
One person had overturned the Black Knife Brotherhood and destroyed the auction?! What a joke!
Amos opened the envelope and saw a small stack of blood-stained playing cards inside, then his expression suddenly froze, as if he had realized something.
He quickly stuffed the cards back into the envelope.
“Hughley, Malken, and Susan… you three lead teams to confirm the situation and then send someone to notify the Security Office to wipe out the Blue Sail Gang and arrange proper placement for those trafficked females.”
Amos ordered the others.
The deputy leaders responded affirmably, saluted, and hurriedly left.
They all wore smiles of joy on their faces, the gloom that had enveloped them now swept away. They were only thinking of quickly killing off all remnants of the Black Knife Brotherhood in Peacock City, to thoroughly cleanse them.
After the room was left with only Amos.
He slowly sat down, took out the playing cards from the envelope again, and carefully examined each one.
“Could it be him? That independent transcendent known as ‘Jack Spett’?”
In fact, the Shelter had already known about the Circus moving into Peacock City the day after it arrived, but Amos had never made contact with this somewhat famous Mr. Jack.
Amos then took out a secret letter from a hidden compartment under the cabinet and reread it.
It was from his immediate superior at the Royal City Shelter headquarters, containing content that essentially asked him to keep an eye on a man named “Jack Spett” and report his actions faithfully.
The “conservatists” and “radicals” within the Shelter had been at loggerheads, mainly triggered by this man.
Since Rudolf Teka’s identity was exposed, Mona’s ordeal had garnered considerable sympathy from many high-ranked conservatists. Although she had lost her “teacher”, her personality, talent, and philosophy actually gained more appreciation from more influential people.
Mona became a rising star within the Shelter and had even been called back to the headquarters in Royal City to serve.
At her recommendation, Jack’s name gradually entered the sights of the upper echelons and appeared on the list of candidates for the Imperial Judgement Group.
However, this list has yet to be finalized, the reason being the strong opposition from the “radicals.”
“If it really was him who did it, he is indeed a powerful ally worth recruiting… I need to organize these pieces of information well and report them.”
A smile appeared on Amos’s face.