151: 50 chapters I have never considered these issues 151: 50 chapters I have never considered these issues Cangshou District, Liu Zhongwu’s personal room.
Director Liu added the last stroke, finally retracing someone’s wandering route over the past couple of days.
Stretching his sore fingers, he thought it was about time for news to arrive.
A rapid knocking sounded.
Director Liu put away the map and, pretending to be weary, opened the door, “Is there a result?”
Little Li at the door had a ghastly pale face.
He suspected things were somewhat amiss compared to what he had imagined.
“Director, the Ming Guest got hold of it…
Little Zhang went to check, and this afternoon two from the Dragon Species are indeed about to awaken; the omens were suppressed by the Ming Guest…
Right now, the Ming Guest is…”
Liu Zhongwu’s face turned the color of liver, while Little Li, sweating profusely, added, “I’ve contacted personnel from Ustus and Morton in advance.”
“You lead the team, set off immediately!
Challenge him one-on-one, delay as long as you can.
Remember your mission is to buy time, not to defeat the opponent!”
Liu Zhongwu clutched the map and ran into the conference room.
The atmosphere was extremely grave; the usually polite and elegant staff members were now loudly discussing something.
A young man with thick glasses, upon seeing the director return, quickly reported, “Director Liu, Mr.
Yan can’t be reached.”
Yan will have his reasons; leave him be!
Activate contingency plan number three, shut down all electronic devices in the headquarters, from now communication will proceed via the Spiritual Image Skill.
In the name of Principal Onowell, contact Mo Yuankai and Reena Cecil, requesting their technological support with utmost speed!”
Liu Zhongwu gulped down most of a glass of water and, pondering over his subordinates’ reports, grew angrier the more he thought about it.
If not for the heavy responsibility he bore, he would almost wish to face that damned blade-wielder himself in combat.
He slammed the glass onto the table and, with rare fury, bellowed,
Pretending to be ignorant while knowing everything, bastard!”
The man with thick glasses shrank his head, thinking to himself whether the director was cursing the Ming Guest or Sky Extreme.
Yan had personally joined the battle to kill the Colored Glaze Dragon two weeks prior, and no matter how angry Director Liu was, he couldn’t bring himself to scold him: joking in private was one thing, but to speak in public would be a matter of principle.
However, even Liu Zhongwu, who was in charge at Dragon Head, felt puzzled about his old friend’s situation.
The usually flamboyant middle-aged painter, why had he suddenly become as silent as a clam this time?
At a mountaintop villa in Cangshou District, a tall man in black was standing at the doorstep looking into the distance.
The azure train flew agilely in the sky above the city of the skies, as flexible as a dragon in flight.
A tiny blue dot stuck to the front of the sky train seemed to be guiding the direction of its journey, and also resembled a hitchhiker on the move.
Yan Qi squinted hard, with great difficulty.
It wasn’t his eyesight that had failed him; it was that something in the environment was blocking his view.
As if surging from another world, intending to erode everything in this world, gray-white fog.
If Gongsun Ce had been here, he would have immediately recognized the true nature of this fog.
And Yan Qi, who had similarly been to Supibia three years ago, naturally understood it all too well.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Netherworld Fog has emerged!”
The middle-aged painter took out a brush and said in a strange tone,
“Somebody’s getting desperate.”
The Ming Guest sat cross-legged on the front of the train, humming a song cheerfully.
As night approached and twilight spread across the sky, the fierce battle in the central district neared its end, and people began to emerge from their shelters or school premises.
They saw the azure train speeding through the air and curiously speculated whether it was the work of a superpower user or a useless vehicle newly invented by some laboratory.
The citizens, thinking everything had ended, would never have guessed that they were discussing the capricious act of an Impermanence Law Enforcer.
The man who had created this train hadn’t considered any profound issues…
He simply thought that while waiting, it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy the scenery from the sky.
And the long, narrow train was indeed a suitable battleground.
With nowhere to hide for both sides, a decisive victory would have to be achieved in a split second in close-quarter combat, straightforward and efficient.
footsteps approached from behind, the man in azure smiled gently.
He really had thought of a good idea.
It hadn’t been long, and one by one, they appeared.
Four men in red attire with black hats, held talismans between their fingers, two carried sabers, one wielded a sword, and another held a long spear.
They had briefly encountered each other on the first day he arrived in the city of the skies.
The red outfits and the retro weapons were naturally those of the Yiji Hall’s An Yushi.
Four others wore suits and sunglasses, holding modified firearms, each with different weapons: a spiked club, a meteor hammer, a twin-bladed axe, and a giant hammer.
All their weapons bore gold patterns as exquisite as artworks, clearly indicating high-level special agents from the Mithril support.
The remaining two were in full-cover armor, with indigo capes embroidered with the emblem of the Seven Swords, one holding a large shield and the other a longsword.
He had only seen people dressed in the Kingdom of Morton, and these two knights evidently came from a distant island nation.
All of them were prepared for close combat, showing no signs of encircling or ambush.
A total of ten Impermanence Law Enforcers stood in a line, waiting like challengers for the Ming Guest to rise.
“Ha ha!” The man in azure got up happily, “Ten Manifestations, three at their peak.
There are even more Manifestation Mages in the city of the skies than I’d imagined!”
The young man leading them had two dark circles under his eyes, looking exhausted – it was Li Jun from the Yiji Hall.
He took the lead in stopping and bowed courteously.