Silly Qiang’s drunkenness instantly sobered up.
Among these five people, the two leading figures clearly weren’t good characters.
One had a broad back and a bearish stature, with a bright silver machete slung across his back, his fierce aura almost bursting through the black night.
The other had his face covered by a trench coat, his expression grim.
Dark eye circles surrounded his eyes, resembling a ghost.
His gaze shifted backward, finally resting on Baiyu, and he felt a slight chill.
This person... he’d actually seen him before.
When his boss, the One-Eyed Dragon, was around, they collected protection fees from him; back then, it was the Dead Dog Tavern they led him to, and afterward, the whole tavern exploded.
The visitors came with ill intent.
Silly Qiang was troubled in his heart.
This was his first time receiving a hired mission.
If something unexpected happened, not only would his reputation within the gang plummet, his standing on Narcissus Street would also be ruined.
The most important thing is the word "trust."
"You all stay here, I’ll go take a look."
Instinctively sensing something was off, Silly Qiang decided to go up first and greet them; after all, last time the other party seemed reasonable and wouldn’t act rashly.
Halfway through walking.
The group of five suddenly split into two, with the front trench coat and muscular man walking towards him.
The remaining three took a side alley, heading towards the back of mansion 264 on Narcissus Street.
Silly Qiang was more convinced now that these five were here for mansion 264.
"Gentlemen, I am from the White Shark Gang..."
Silly Qiang stopped Allen and Meng Lei on the road, smiling broadly, just as his cigarette touched half of his lips, a large muscular hand grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground.
The one who attacked was Meng Lei.
This Holy Light Church priest wearing a wide Divine Robe didn’t let him finish his sentence, the Blood Qi surged quickly, crrrack...
The raging Blood Qi instantly snapped his neck.
"Working alongside the Evil God’s minions, Captain Allen, deal with this White Shark Gang later."
The corpse was thrown down coldly.
Meng Lei’s face was cold, showing no emotion: "Let’s go inside directly, if we linger outside, they’ve likely already noticed us."
Allen nodded, extinguishing his cigarette, an invisible Simulation Realm rapidly spread around him.
Wherever the Simulation Realm covered, it took on a layer of heavy bronze rust color, the dense metallic feeling rushed forward, the walls blocking Meng Lei and Allen were dissolved instantly.
"Rumor has it the Church of the God of Steam and Mechanics has someone at Sequence Seven who already possesses the Simulation Realm. I never believed it before, but now it seems it’s indeed perverted."
Meng Lei, wrapped in a faint golden light, blocked the bronze-colored Simulation Realm from affecting him.
He looked like a large golden egg standing in a pool of yellow-black sludge.
The Simulation Realm stopped spreading after reaching the size of a basketball court.
By then, it had already enveloped most of the mansion’s area.
The two did not hesitate.
Simultaneously walking towards the room.
Ian looked fervently at the center of the room.
In the vast room, the scent of blood was everywhere, the walls smeared with thick black blood, with bodies strewn across the floor.
"Master, what will happen after this ritual?"
The big boss stared fervently at the center.
At the heart of the bizarre blood pattern was a light yellow parchment-like item.
This was the last piece of Demon Paper.
The Demon Paper consisted of five pieces, one of the backup plans once devised by Lord Kaz. Once the five pieces were united, immense contamination would erupt instantly.
Everything within its vicinity would be polluted and mutated into monsters.
The Simulation Realm formed by the union of the five pieces of Demon Paper would transform into a disaster akin to three years ago at the Linjiang City Shelter, allowing Kaz to escape from Hades Prison and bringing Linjiang to collapse.
The plan was perfect.
But the execution was sloppy.
The previous three times were perfectly executed by Bruce.
As a socially well-connected wealthy figure, such Magical Items constantly circulated in affluent circles.
Thus Bruce easily distributed three pieces of Demon Paper.
Moreover, he chose three unrelated people.
Things developed as they planned.
The Anomaly Bureau’s naive Investigators, without question, resolved three simple, Extraordinary incidents and gathered all the Demon Paper pieces in the isolation unit of Hades Prison.
That place was essentially for housing various Magical Items.
Soon, unexpected developments occurred.
The fourth person Bruce chose was a female streamer.
For this, he even privately dated the streamer to confirm she was the right target.
However, the situation developed far beyond their expectations.
Firstly, the emergence of the Simulation Realm was already unexpected; a single piece of Demon Paper wouldn’t cause such a commotion.
It was entirely unexpected.
From this beginning, a person constantly thwarted their plans and undid all their efforts.
Initially, they hadn’t figured out who this person was.
But as information from Qijie’s failed mission returned, all the crucial points were linked together.
Linjiang First Middle School’s top student.
A student they initially completely overlooked.
Bruce’s death, the Dead Dog Tavern, Rong Jinshan’s capture, Qijie exposing his identity to kill the student, yet ultimately failing...
It was all because of this student.
Their arrangements were entirely destroyed by this student.
Thinking of this, Charman’s eyes grew colder: "You’ll find out soon enough. Don’t you want extraordinary power? We’ve spent a great deal preparing for this ritual."
Ian nodded, somewhat reluctantly glancing at the surrounding corpses.
Their bodies included his parents and wife and daughter.
But none of that mattered.
He was too old, already missed the optimal time to practice martial arts; without shortcuts, he wouldn’t have many years left.
He held wealth that ordinary people couldn’t earn in a lifetime, and he didn’t want to die.
His wife and daughter were dead, but he could find new ones.
None of this mattered; what mattered was that he was alive, that was enough.
As he stared at the Demon Paper emitting ethereal light, Ian felt he was on the verge of unlocking the mysterious door, with just a step away from being extraordinary.
Uncontrollably, he slowly stroked the paper.
An awe-inspiring image appeared in his mind.
Surrounding him was a palace made from countless flesh, where a crowned shadow sat—a transparent black silhouette without any biological traits.
Yet, after a moment’s hesitation.
He saw the silhouette swell, transforming into a bloody, transparent giant mouth, which snapped shut, devouring him.
In the real world, Ian’s gaze froze, the light swiftly faded from his eyes, and his body erupted like a fountain, countless blood spurting out.
Charman and Guman’s faces changed.