Wang Ye stopped outside the Intelligence Department entrance and hung up the phone.
"Let's not fight this battle."
Liu Qian and Wang Qiang nodded without speaking, but Mao Yong'an was anxious: "Why not fight? This way I won't get to show off my gallant bearing to the goddess!"
Hearing Mao Yong'an's voice, Zhou Han nearby involuntarily shuddered.
Finally...
Zhou Han's eyes glazed over slightly, and an impassive emotion emanated from her as a violent aura filled the depths of her eyes.
"Come with me."
Zhou Han gave Mao Yong'an a ghostly look, then walked towards a nearby alley by herself.
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Mao Yong'an's eyes instantly lit up.
"Haha, I knew it, my damned charm!"
Mao Yong'an laughed out loud excitedly, rubbing his hands eagerly: "My son Mao Gang is one step closer to being born!"
As he spoke, he looked at Wang Ye gratefully: "Brother, when my son is born, I'll have him call you godfather!"
Ignoring Wang Ye's strange expression, Mao Yong'an hummed a tune and walked into the alley.
Wang Ye untied the ropes, releasing the paranormals except for Su Wenqian and King Kong. He then kicked the two over and sat on them, glancing at the alley where Zhou Han had gone.
Zhou Han's aura seemed to have changed just now, becoming somewhat different.
That aura was so powerful...
And somehow familiar.
Wang Ye pondered, but couldn't make sense of it.
Still, Mao Yong'an's effect satisfied him very much. It looked like Zhou Han could no longer restrain herself from erupting at full power.
As for whether Mao Yong'an would die...
If the Daoist Master died just like that, it would mean he was looked down on too much.
Besides, if he died, then that big black backpack...
No, he couldn't think about it, or Wang Ye felt he might lose control of himself.
Suddenly, a horrendous energy erupted within the alley, along with shrill screams.
"Ahhhh!"
"Goddess, don't, don't!"
"I...I...Damn!"
"Oh my god, help!"
Hearing Mao Yong'an's piercing cries, Wang Qiang and Liu Qian collectively shuddered.
It brought listeners to tears.
Much more vivid than King Kong's amateurish screams earlier.
Even King Kong and Su Wenqian, upon hearing these screams, abruptly woke up and looked around warily, as if sensing some great horror.
After some time...
Zhou Han bounced out from the alley cheerfully wearing cat ears, giving Wang Ye a smug look.
After another moment, Mao Yong'an emerged with torn clothes, looking completely distraught and numb, like a walking corpse dragging his listless body. His eyes were vacant, filled with deep terror.
He kept muttering,
"Mao Gang is gone..."
"Dad failed him..."
"Mao Gang is gone..."
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yong'an sympathetically, then slapped Su Wenqian on the head to knock him out again.
He then said with interest to King Kong: "Brother, you afraid of dying?"
"I've shed blood for Tian Zu, I've sold my life for Tian Zu! I'm not afraid of death!"
King Kong roared fiercely.
Wang Ye sighed, "If you're not afraid of death, we wouldn't be chatting like this. Tell me, how many moles does Fo Zu have in Tian Zu? Talk clearly and I'll spare your life."
"I'm not with Fo Zu! Wang Ye, you're settling personal scores, just kill me!"
King Kong looked at Wang Ye unyieldingly, his blood-red eyes filled with resolve.
Nothing else, only to prove my conviction with death.
Admirable backbone.
Wang Ye silently praised, "I respect you, so I'll skip the torture and make it quick."
He drew out his Bone Removal Blade, glinting coldly in the sunlight.
A faint stench of blood emanated from the Bone Removal Blade as he thrust it unhesitatingly towards King Kong's neck.
King Kong watched Wang Ye, eyes about to split, not even blinking.
"Intelligence Department's Liu Wei, Zhao Gan, Operations Department's Zhou Hao, Wu Pengtian!"
In an instant, King Kong recited several names at lightning speed.
The Bone Removal Blade brushed past King Kong's neck and stabbed into the ground with a soft chime.
A thin cut appeared on King Kong's neck, oozing a trickle of blood that slowly healed under his powerful body's recovery ability.
"I knew I wasn't wrong about you, such steely backbone!"
Wang Ye praised, knocking out King Kong again with a palm strike. He then woke up Su Wenqian.
"Brother, it's your turn. Tell me, what's your connection with Fo Zu?"
Su Wenqian looked at Wang Ye resentfully, refusing to speak.
Wang Ye was taken aback. "That's not right, I thought you were the spineless one."
Thinking so, Wang Ye stomped down on Su Wenqian's wrist, the sound of bones cracking. Su Wenqian's expression changed violently, but he gritted his teeth and still didn't say a word. His gaze towards Wang Ye grew even more furious.
"I was mistaken."
Wang Ye sighed slightly, increasing the force under his foot.
Even the bone fragments had pierced through the skin, blood gushing ceaselessly from the wrist.
Su Wenqian's face was ashen, looking extremely frail, but he stubbornly remained silent, squirming restlessly.
Wang Ye was silent, his gaze towards Su Wenqian changing for the first time.
He sighed softly, "I underestimated you. In this world, everyone is just struggling to survive. Choice of faction is irrelevant to right or wrong. I insulted you, so I'll make it quick."
As he spoke, Wang Ye drew out his Ghost Cleaver and chopped towards Su Wenqian's neck.
The Bone Removal Blade was just for intimidation. Using the Ghost Cleaver meant Wang Ye really wanted to make it easy for Su Wenqian.
Su Wenqian's expression changed wildly. "Son of a b--!"
Before he could finish, Xiao Si flashed over, slapping a palm over his mouth.
A crisp sound rang out as Su Wenqian's face swelled up.
He looked at Wang Ye resentfully, shaking his hand pinned under him as tears...streamed from his eyes at this moment.
The usually cocky him...
Was actually crying now.
...
Wang Ye looked at Xiao Si peculiarly, suddenly realizing, and changed his order.
"Alright, you can speak now."
Su Wenqian heaved a long sigh of relief. Looking at Wang Ye, he cursed loudly, "Wang Ye, f*ck your ancestors!"
Slap!
Another crisp sound as Wang Ye silently retracted his hand. "Mind your words, don't swear."
...
Su Wenqian was silent briefly before carefully choosing his words. "I have no ties with Fo Zu."
"I don't believe you."
Wang Ye shook his head slightly. "If you don't tell the truth, I'll send you on your way."
The Ghost Cleaver raised up again.
Su Wenqian panicked, "I really have nothing to do with Fo Zu, I am..."
Su Wenqian's shadow suddenly wavered. The next second his body violently convulsed, eyes wide open, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth as he completely lost breath.
That shimmering shadow returned to stillness.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
