The man said excitedly,
"Alright, thank you so much, Boss Wang."
Wang Kang looked toward his bedside, where a bizarre goddess figure was placed, stark naked standing on a blue lotus, with a halo of lotus flowers above her head, androgynous in form. Behind her, she had thirty-two indigo flesh wings, in the likeness of lotus flowers, her expression both commanding and serene.
He chanted in his heart,
"O Lord of the Lotus, who purifies the mortal world!"
In the next moment, Wang Kang’s spirit seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and in a trance, he arrived at a Jiangnan villa, where someone in the study room was playing a guqin.
"Wang Kang, what brings you to me?"
"Incense Master, I have found another person who might possess Divine Wisdom."
"Excellent. If this person is approved by our Lord, I could teach you the ’Incense Master’ Chapter of the ’Blue Lotus Ancient Scripture’. You must cultivate diligently. Divine Power is the foundation of all Divine Skills and the core of transcending the mortal flesh. Always maintain devotion to our Lord, and one day, you too will ascend to the ’Blue Lotus Ancient Realm’, to cultivate by the side of deities, enjoying eternal life, undying!"
"I will certainly do my best for the organization!"
Wang Kang opened his eyes, his heart racing,
"Martial Arts, how can it compare to the Divine Method of becoming a god? Even though I possess Low Class root bone and have achieved nothing in Martial Arts, scorned by my elder brother, but my Lord has accepted me, taught me the supreme laws of immortality, and granted me power from the gods. That is the true savior! One day, I will make Wang Jian regret... and that damned Lu Guoping too!"
He looked at his subordinates and said,
"Go out and stand watch; I need to cultivate."
To facilitate Wang Kang’s preaching, the Incense Master had arranged for two core believers, who had both successfully achieved ascension and mastered the Blue Lotus Skills, their capabilities formidable. Even a Hua Realm Martial Artist, if careless, could fall victim to their methods and perish.
There were also two Third Rank prosthetic Black Knights.
Wang Kang was very satisfied with his current life.
Those haughty Martial Artists of the past, weren’t they now serving him?
Outside the dilapidated factory, four police cars quietly blocked the main road. For this mission, Officer Ren only brought ten officers. Aside from her, they were all of Dark Force strength. Lufang said with these Hard Qi Gong masters he had invited, it would be sufficient.
She gestured with her hand,
"Wang Gang, stay close to me."
"You got it, Officer Ren."
Wang Gang was wearing a mid-level Advanced Protective Suit, purchased by his father.
It was his first time on a combat mission, and he was somewhat excited.
Officer Ren looked at the other three Hard Qi Gong masters.
"It’s up to you all to handle the core Cultists, and don’t forget to use your guns."
Lu Chenzhou pulled out a tiger-faced metal mask from his pocket and placed it over his face.
Given to him by Li Gui, it had three purposes:
To conceal his identity, protect against poison and hidden weapons... and to look cool.
It seemed unremarkable but cost a whopping one hundred thousand.
He patted his pocket; there was also a packet of quicklime dust.
Under Leopard Woman’s influence, everyone in the genius class carried lime.
Most of the time it was useless, but on occasion, it could have a miraculous effect.
After blocking off the factory, a team of police with riot shields quietly approached the sealed door, while other officers controlled all possible exits.
The sealed door was opened.
Fully armed, Officer Ren was the first to step in. As soon as she entered, gunshots rang out, bullets pinging off her and falling to the ground.
Clearly, Wang Kang’s men had discovered them.
"Be careful, gentlemen, and do not rule out the possibility that these people have high-power firearms. If you don’t have a high-level Advanced Protective Suit, take cover. Do not try to resist the bullets."
Officer Ren cautioned.
No sooner had her words finished when a figure darted up to the top of the factory pipes like a bird, using the wall to climb. It was Lu Chenzhou, crouching and moving along the pipe while bullets sparked off underneath. He drew his gun and fired, bang, bang, bang—two men were hit in the legs, some struggled to flee, others fell in agony. These Cultists couldn’t afford protective suits. Guns were effective against ordinary members, and with current medical methods, gunshot wounds to the legs could be quickly healed.
There was no need to worry about killing them.
Having dealt with two gunmen, Lu Chenzhou jumped down from over four meters high, legs coiling around a Cultist trying to escape and swiftly bringing him to the ground. The Cultist attempted to shoot, but Lu Chenzhou locked his wrist and twisted slightly, causing a click of dislocation.
He cried out in pain.
"Open the cellar door."
"Damn cops, go to hell!"
The cultist was stubborn, fearless even in the face of death.
Lu Chenzhou knocked him out with a plain but powerful slap to the ear.
At that moment, everyone inside the factory had already been subdued by the police.
The police officers stood in front of a hidden door, having placed explosives.
Boom! The door blew open, revealing the passage beneath.
Officer Ren instructed the officers with the riot shields to lead the way and ordered everyone to follow.
As Lu Chenzhou was about to join them, Officer Ren said,
"Mr. Lu, you and Liu Ying wait by the factory’s drain outlet... I suspect they have a secret passage in their living quarters, these cultists are like rats with their burrows."
Officer Ren was an experienced cop in these matters.
Lu Chenzhou and Liu Ying exchanged glances and nodded before parting ways.
In the room at the end of the passage, Wang Kang opened his eyes.
"Boss, the police are here."
Wang Kang fixed the silver mechanical arm onto his severed left arm, the electric current from the prosthetics stimulated his nerves, making him let out a low growl involuntarily.
[Silver Hand System successfully connected, protocol in effect]
Wang Kang felt the mechanical power from his left arm and grinned widely.
One Black Knight asked,
"Boss Wang, what do we do? Do we fight our way out?"
Wang Kang approached a wall where there was a welded shut circular iron door, extended a blade from his silver mechanical arm, inserted it into the gap, and pried it open. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by noⅴelfire.net
"Fight my ass, time to run."
Having long been prepared to be chased and to flee, Wang Kang grabbed a statue of the Blue Lotus Goddess and disappeared into the passage, with the sound of trickling water coming from outside.
The other cultists quickly followed.
Two core cultists, one fat and one thin, dressed in shirts, chanted under their breaths. They bit their fingers and placed their hands on the circular iron door, their blood bubbling like hot oil, yielding blossoms of blue lotus flowers that resealed the door completely.
Bang bang bang! Meanwhile, the police reached the room, forced the door open with brute strength, and bullets struck the circular iron door, sending sparks flying. Officer Ren spoke into his walkie-talkie:
"Mr. Lu, the enemies should have headed toward the river."
"Be cautious, some of these people might have prosthetics installed."
In the willow trees by the river,
Lu Chenzhou squatted on a branch, his tiger-like eyes scanned the surroundings.
Liu Ying concealed herself underwater, having held her breath for quite some time. She practiced a martial art similar to the "Wave Wrapping Skill," choosing to make the water her battlefield. On the factory roof, police snipers had set up their rifles as a last resort.
Soon enough, a figure emerged from the river’s mouth.
He stood on the shore, tiptoeing, cautiously observing his surroundings.
"Boss Wang, seems like there’s no one."
He called back into the river.
Shortly after, more than a dozen figures ran out.
All wearing black masks, Lu Chenzhou couldn’t determine which one was Wang Kang, but judging by the build and stance, it was likely the one with the silver prosthetic.
"Brothers, we split up and run, meet at the designated spot, someone will pick us up. If anyone gets caught, just remember, to our master, death means nothing. As long as you are devout, you will be resurrected upon the master’s descent into this world... Those who betray our master will fall into hell after death!"
"Boss, we understand."
Immediately, some of them jumped into the river, hoping to escape by diving.
But as soon as he hit the water, it was as if a water ghost had grabbed his leg, and then a snap was heard, his leg was brutally broken.
"There’s someone in the water!"
The cultist with the broken leg screamed, the other divers panicked and swam towards the hidden shores while a black-clothed figure moved underwater like a great white shark, stalking and killing.