EBE Chapter 141 Throw yourself into a trap?
Chapter 141 Throw yourself into a trap?
In the northwest corner of Yong'an City...
"what?"
On the dilapidated rooftop, Night Owl ate a pancake, peering through binoculars at the street below. "Just as the young master said, a girl in all sorts of colors is coming..."
"She's just a little girl, is it really necessary to keep a record of her?"
Ye Lingyun's voice came through the earpiece, "You don't need to think about these things. Just follow orders and do what the young master says. There must be a deeper meaning behind this!"
"Oh."
On the street below.
A man dressed as a cook leaned against the wall as Zhula and Qige slowly approached.
The cook picked at his ear. "Ladies, do you have an invitation from our restaurant?"
“I don’t have an invitation,” Qige stepped forward, “but I’m a diamond member.”
Upon hearing this, a bead of sweat rolled down the cook's face.
"The spirit of heroes in heaven and earth." He swallowed hard.
"Its awe will endure for a thousand autumns."
Upon hearing this, the cook took a deep breath and opened the door next to him. "Please, gentlemen."
"Young Master is indeed a prophet; they're clearly no good."
At this moment, Night Owl swayed and entered the [secret passage] ahead of time. The two women at the door only felt a gust of wind and did not think much of it.
Following them all the way to the third basement level, at the entrance to the secret room stood two giant ape-like guards, one of whom was carrying a palm print detector, while the other had his arms crossed, exuding an air of arrogance.
[Palm print verified!]
wow——
The door to the secret room opened, and the two women entered.
"Luckily, I'm quick!" Night Owl hid under an empty table, glanced back at the closed door, and patted his chest. "Phew, I almost got caught in that damn door."
Inside the secret room were many different kinds of people.
The furnishings were also quite varied, including tables, chairs, and even a fighting ring...
A man with dreadlocks was fiddling with equipment, a chubby uncle wearing a baseball cap was eating rice with his hands, and an elderly man with bulging muscles and wearing a beret was lifting barbells.
There was also a middle-aged man in a suit, whose glasses reflected light and looked quite extraordinary.
"Hi, Moqi, everyone!" Zhula sat down in her seat and greeted everyone.
(P.S.: This is a compound surname.)
Team Leader Wanqi, the bespectacled man who looked anything but simple, glanced at his retro watch and said, "You two are a full 35 seconds late."
Wan Qixiang, 40 years old.
Senior secret agent of the Miren Kingdom's military command, commander-in-chief of the Southern Operations, mid-stage Heavenly Realm.
Wow!
"Huh? No way..." Zhula leaned back along with her chair, almost falling over. "How can this be? 35 seconds is considered a time limit!?"
Qi Ge bowed slightly, "I apologize, Team Leader Wanqi."
However, an apology is of no use at all.
“After the meeting,” Wan Qixiang said, placing his hands on the table, his glasses reflecting the dim light of the room, “you can all go and receive your punishment from Captain Kuiman.”
Queman, 42 years old.
Captain of the Second Action Team of the Southern Operations Group, early stage of the Heavenly Realm.
It was that muscular old man in a beret; the barbell looked like a dumbbell under his imposing frame. Despite his low cultivation level, he did exude a certain amount of pressure.
"Such an important operation, and they sent two little girls who are only at the Earth Rank..." Kuiman glanced at the two girls who arrived late, his soul power surging. "Could it be that the [Pingtian Holy Sect] is really 'nobody' as rumored?"
"The Holy Sect's prestige cannot be desecrated!" Qige's expression turned solemn. "Please retract your words!"
"I'll take you in, you little rascal!"
With a loud shout, Kuiman's arm muscles bulged, and he casually swung the heavy barbell over.
Whoosh!
At that moment, Zhula's figure flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived in mid-air and delivered a very beautiful flying kick, sending the barbell flying with a "bang".
Immediately afterwards, he activated the storage card, and two battle axes appeared in his hands.
"You bastard from the Wolf Clan, I'll kill you!"
Her eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and her body spun in the air, her multicolored hair and bandages of various colors forming a dazzling flower in mid-air.
Boom!
Clang...
The barbell, kicked away, smashed a table, making an unusual dull thud before landing with a normal sound.
Something's fishy!
But at this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the impending "death match," and since no unfamiliar presence was detected, they assumed they had misheard.
"Heh heh, you trashy little wench from the Sheep Tribe, you're not even as good as slaves!" Kuiman swung his fists, intending to use his bare hands to withstand the sharp axe.
"stop!"
Wan Qixiang flashed between the two men, gripping the axe handle with one hand and blocking the fist with the other.
"I allow you to compete appropriately,"
At this point, he glanced at Queman, "But the premise is that you have to be aware of the occasion!"
“Yes,” Quiman placed his fist on his chest, “I’m sorry, respected team leader!”
Zhula crossed her arms and pouted her cherry lips, "Hmph, I know."
And so, the impending "death struggle between wolves and sheep" came to an abrupt end.
"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's start the meeting... Everyone, please take your seats."
Some remote, secluded corner.
"Wolf tribe? Sheep tribe?" Night Owl rubbed his forehead, which was covered in bumps. "Milun people? What are those incompetent fools in the imperial court good for!"
Why did they let so much trash in...?
"Young master, come quickly! They're having a meeting right now; we can catch them red-handed."
Immediately afterwards, he quietly activated the [Super Invincible Locator], sending out a location message that would not affect his stealth capabilities or attract the attention of others.
Under dim lighting, a high-tech conference table.
"Before we begin the formal meeting, let me address an unexpected situation..." Wan Qixiang looked at the man with dreadlocks and extended his hand. "Tuoba Bo, you can explain this to the captains."
“Alright,” Tuoba Bo nodded, “I will now give you a brief explanation.”
Under his control, the lights on the conference table flickered, projecting a portrait of Gongsun Zhanzhan.
"This person is Gongsun Zhanzhan from the Gongsun family. Some of his colleagues may know or even recognize him."
Previously, we deliberately leaked some details of the [Southern Expansion Plan] to our internal spies, intending to use it as bait. In the end, it was the Gongsun family who took the bait.
This woman from the Gongsun family thought she was clever by bribing the local gang in Yong'an City, the "Reaching-Out Gang," to track and investigate us. But she probably didn't realize that those people had already been lured away and turned against us…
She is about to walk right into a trap.
He paused, then continued, "So we plan to use this opportunity to get rid of this woman who intends to sabotage our plans, with the help of the Tiandu people."
"What do you mean?" Zhula whispered to Qige, "The Gongsun family is the Gongsun family of the King of Yanzhou, right? Aren't they also on Milun's side?"
And didn't they have a newly awakened occupant in their family...?
Qi Ge replied telepathically, "The old noble families of the Gongsun family, who are loyal to the monarchy, and the Grand Secretaries faction to which the Military Warfare Division belongs are in opposition. The Military Warfare Division advocates war, while the loyalists seek stability..."
Zhula: ? ? ? ?
Her CPU nearly exploded, with puffs of white smoke billowing out.
"Forget it, stop talking, I don't understand any of this... So which side are we on?"
"According to the deputy sect leader's instructions, we support the Military Affairs Department and the Grand Secretary faction."
"okay."
Little did they know, their secret communication had been completely eavesdropped on by Night Owl using a system-made listening device, and the information had been transcribed into their communicators.
the other side…
Yong'an Grand Restaurant.
"Young Master Lü, after meeting you today, I can see you are indeed no ordinary person..."
"Miss Hong, I have long admired you..."
At a banquet on one floor, Lü Fengxian and Hong Yuxiao were exchanging toasts (praising each other), while Song Yunxiang silently ate his meal, as if he had been neglected.
Ding-dong, ding-dong…
Lu Fengxian glanced at him and suddenly understood.
He began to ponder.
"So the reason why Pingtian Sect has become like this is all that [Deputy Sect Master's] fault. I have to think of a way to kill this old man, otherwise he will become a major threat sooner or later!"
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