240: Chapter 240 Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws.

Song City, Old Town.

Datong Hostel.

Although the policy of accepting Hetero-blood Species in Song City had been fully implemented, society as a whole still viewed this group through heavily tinted glasses.

Consequently, a batch of businesses specifically catering to the Hetero-blood Species had emerged in various industries.

Datong Hostel was one of them.

At this moment, the hostel owner, who had a single horn on his head, looked at the guest before him and felt very surprised.

He already considered himself a freak among the Hetero-blood, but the person in front of him looked even less human than he did.

This guest had a vertical eye on his forehead, and his earlobes hung down to his shoulders like rat tails. He was exceptionally tall and thin, his head nearly touching the ceiling when he stood straight. Draped in a black cloak, he looked very much like a mutated giant bat.

"Boss, is there a room booked here for Tall A-Mu?"

"Wait a moment."

The owner checked the accounts and quickly replied, "Yes! Someone prepaid for a week and left a mobile phone. However, you need to provide the receiving code."

"5726."

"Correct! This is your phone, please take it. Your room is 304, here is the key. I'll show you the way."

The vertical eye on the guest's forehead suddenly snapped open, ripples of energy surging within it.

"Tell me, which room is the guest staying in who also knows this code?"

The owner's eyes turned dull for a moment, but he answered mechanically, "Yes, that guest is staying in 411."

"Very good. You will forget our conversation after I go upstairs."

"Yes, I will forget."

The guest took the phone and the key and turned to go upstairs. He didn't stop at the third floor but went directly to room 411 on the fourth floor.

After standing there for a few seconds, the door suddenly opened inward on its own.

The guest lowered his head to enter the room and came face-to-face with a pale, bald youth.

"I am Evil Eye. And you?"

"Blood Fiend."

A hint of surprise flashed in Evil Eye's eyes. "I've heard of Blood Fiend's great name for a long time. I didn't expect to actually meet you this time."

Blood Fiend gave a simple, honest chuckle. "I also didn't expect Brother Evil Eye to be a member of the legendary Three-Eyed Race. Speaking of which, with your appearance, it couldn't have been easy getting into the city, right?"

Evil Eye also revealed an ugly smile. "It wasn't easy. The Jing'an Bureau, the military, and The Sect's people checked me four or five times. Fortunately, I don't have a mark on me, otherwise it would have been hard to slip through."

Blood Fiend nodded slightly. "Now I'm quite curious about who the organization's target is. Even for an ordinary Spirit Map, there's no need for both of us to be deployed."

Evil Eye sat down casually on the floor. "I believe we'll have the answer soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, both of their phones lit up almost simultaneously.

After seeing the target, both of their expressions turned to astonishment.

"So that's how it is."

"The Seventh Apostle holds the Torch Spirit Blood Spear; no wonder the organization sent you. But this so-called Holy Messenger of the Sixth Holy System is only in the Qi Manipulation Realm, yet he's the primary target?"

"I know a bit about this. This person possesses a special vision that can see the marks of organization members. It's said that the Song City and Feng City branches suffered massive damage because of this. I heard your Evil Eye can turn people blind; the organization probably transferred you here specifically because of this man."

Hearing this, Evil Eye became even more confused.

"I do have that ability. But since we're going to kill him, why bother blinding him? Is this a contingency plan for failure?"

Blood Fiend couldn't help but frown as well.

He hadn't thought about it carefully just now, but what Evil Eye said made sense—this should indeed be a contingency plan for failure.

"The ones in charge of Dongyu are Fishing Old-timer and Cowherd, right? What on earth are those two guys doing?"

Evil Eye's smile grew even uglier. "Either these regional officials are being overly cautious, or they just don't trust us 'Wanderers' who don't have these marks."

Blood Fiend stood up. "Hmph! When the mission is over, I'll definitely find those two old geezers and get some clear answers!"

As they were speaking, both their phones vibrated again at the same time.

This time, Blood Fiend's expression looked even worse. "Are you kidding me? The target is outside the city. Why the hell did they make us go through all that trouble to enter? Are they treating the mission like a joke?"

Evil Eye also stood up with a sigh. "Brother, don't be angry. The human world has always been like this toward us. The organization is already considered decent. Let's just finish the mission first."

Blood Fiend sighed and was the first to walk out the door.

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When a barrage of fire projectiles smashed toward him, Tang Long was also dazed.

He had calculated everything, accounting for almost all the factions and experts present, but he had never expected the Japanese players to actually try to take him down.

Though he struck decisively, instantly killing over a dozen Japanese players in front of him, his health was still plummeting.

As even more Japanese players launched a surprise assault, he actually began to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Because the one here was not his main body at all, but merely a Clone.

With only one-third of his attributes, he wasn't much stronger than the players, and his health was only around forty thousand.

Even though his Level 6 Spirit Astral was quite powerful—meaning player attacks basically didn't break his defense and he was immune to most damage—

After a class change, Casters dealt 1 point of forced damage to targets no more than 20 levels higher than them, which he could not negate.

With just this 1 point of forced damage, his health dropped rapidly when there were a large number of players.

The Mystics and Martial Artists didn't deal much damage, but they were well-prepared, throwing out various consumable items. For instance, the blue flame thunder that Tang Long had loved most in his past life was now being used against him, the flashes making it hard for him to even keep his eyes open.

Fortunately, his Spirit Summoning Incantation had reached Level 7. He summoned three Armored Giant Apes, which immediately relieved a significant amount of pressure for him.

Furthermore, the Baoju Squad, who had been watching the spectacle by his side, reacted immediately and began to counterattack the Japanese players.

[Lü Daoren: Dammit! Someone is ambushing my father!]

[Herbivore: Which brave warrior is so arrogant? Seeking death in front of my Great Boss Zhulong? Wait, no! Where are Great Boss Zhulong's bodyguards?]

[Old Smoker: Something's wrong! Great Boss Zhulong doesn't seem to be in good form today. Why is his kill efficiency so low? And why is his health dropping so fast?]

[Goutou Luo Name Stolen: This is bad! The ones attacking are all Japanese! I'll heal Zhulong, you guys push forward!]

[Southern Sky Legacy Sword: We can't hold them off by ourselves. Immediately call out to Great Qin, Prosperous Tang, and Northern Kingdom!]

In fact, even without them calling out, the three major guilds had already noticed something was wrong.

However, none of them had joined the Dragon Speakers yet, so they couldn't see the players attacking Tang Long turning into hostile red names.

The leaders of the three major guilds also spoke up one after another.

[Jin Ge Tie Ma: Northern Kingdom brothers, pay attention! The Japanese guilds are trying to take down Zhulong! They want to strike at our Dragon Country's development! Kill anyone you find attacking Zhulong on the spot!]

[Tang Tianzi: Those damn Japanese, what wolfish ambitions! Soldiers of Great Tang, hear my command: unite and slay the invaders!]

[Qin Ying: It's too chaotic! Many of them are using Dragon Country names! It's too hard to distinguish them! Zhulong's health is dropping very fast!]

[Southern Sky Legacy Sword: Stupid! Don't the members of your three major guilds all have prefixes? Kill everyone without a prefix!]

[Lü Daoren: My father's health is below half! Anyone with heals, get up here and heal him!]

[Qin Ying: Southern Sky has a point! Hear my decree! Dragon Country players without a prefix, retreat immediately. Everyone without a prefix is to be eliminated!]

[Tang Tianzi: Hear my decree! Dragon Country players without a prefix, retreat immediately. Everyone without a prefix is to be eliminated!]

[Jin Ge Tie Ma: Fuck! You can't just focus fire on me first, can you?]

With the three major guilds taking action, the Japanese players' offensive was immediately suppressed, and the speed at which Tang Long's health dropped also slowed down significantly.

However, the terrain of this mountain hollow was too narrow, so their numerical advantage couldn't be fully utilized.

Within a certain range, there were even more Japanese players than others.

After all, they had planned this in advance, and a large number of members had already seized advantageous positions.

Under their counterattack, the Dragon Country players in the inner circle were killed off one after another. After a chaotic melee, they managed to keep the Dragon Country players outside the circle and launched another fierce assault on Tang Long.

Tang Long was battered helplessly, his health rapidly dropping below ten thousand.

He had originally intended for this Clone to serve as bait, hoping to use this information gap to lure out one or two big fish.

But now...

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly; this truly was a single oversight.

Those damn Japanese bastards, ruining my big plans!

But just then, a red light suddenly cascaded like a waterfall, almost obscuring the entire hollow.

In the next second, a bloody glow flashed violently, and hundreds of Japanese players were instantly killed.

A tall figure appeared before him—it was actually the fellow who had been spying on him for a long time.

Holding a blood spear, the man didn't even turn his head, only saying coldly:

"You are truly weak."