547: Chapter 547 The Newcomers of the Illuminati, and Their Terrifyingly Powerful President

Chapter 547: The Newcomers of the Illuminati, the Terrifyingly Strong President

Jiangdong New District, Jinhai Road.

A huge LED curtain wall poured down like a waterfall from the top of the department store.

The screen images constantly changed, playing a commercial for a major brand of perfume.

The entire street was illuminated in dazzling colors, and even the road surface shimmered with a mesmerizing hue.

In an alley not far from the bustling intersection, an inconspicuous silver-gray Jinbei van was parked.

The windows were covered with deep black anti-peeping film, looking completely out of place with the streamlined supercars and luxury sedans around them.

At this moment, six people were sitting in the car.

"It's almost 11:30, when on earth is that legendary 'President' coming?"

The man speaking was sitting in the front passenger seat.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with a robust build, a shaved head, wearing a tight black tank top, and a thick gold necklace hanging around his neck.

His two arms were even thicker like old tree roots, with well-defined muscles, and a ferocious descending tiger tattooed on them.

At this moment, he rested his big hands like cattail-leaf fans on the window sill, shaking his legs somewhat irritably.

"What's the rush, Fatty Tiger."

In the corner of the back row, a young man wearing a duck-tongue cap lazily responded.

His entire body was almost slumped in the seat, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand, the silver blade fluttering like a butterfly between his fingers, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

"Didn't Professor say that the President is dealing with an urgent matter. Since we've joined the group, we must follow the rules."

"I understand the rules."

The brawny man called Fatty Tiger curled his lips and turned to look at the middle-aged man closing his eyes to rest in the driver's seat:

"Professor, I'm not complaining. But in the middle of the night, we just landed and didn't even get a bite of hot food, yet we were dragged here to wait..."

"Isn't it a bit too much like treating us like beasts of burden?"

In the driver's seat, Professor slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the people in the car through the rearview mirror, and smiled gently:

"This is also something that can't be helped. The incident was sudden, the President temporarily notified me of an emergency operation, and since you all happen to be here, consider it a practical assessment before joining."

"Practical assessment?"

Fatty Tiger grinned and shook his oversized head:

"Fine, as long as the organization's benefits are good enough, I can go rob a bank right now."

"All you think about is money..."

A girl sitting in the middle muttered softly.

She looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, tightly hugging a slightly worn backpack in her arms, looking like a high school girl who had just finished school.

But upon closer inspection, one would find that the air around her body seemed strangely distorted.

The bottle of mineral water placed on her knees floated in mid-air as if losing gravity, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

"Xiaoya, stop playing, save some energy."

Sitting beside the girl was an uncle wearing an old jacket with graying temples, holding a freshly lit cigarette in his hand.

He looked like a taxi driver who had just gotten off the night shift.

But his ears twitched weirdly from time to time, capturing all the sounds around him like a radar.

"Uncle Chen, it's too stuffy in this car."

The girl stuck out her tongue, and the bottle of water fell back into her palm with a clatter.

Professor held the steering wheel with both hands, his gaze lingering in the rearview mirror for a moment.

Looking at these faces with different expressions in the car, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes.

These were all the seeds he personally went to other provinces to find for the Illuminati after much trouble.

Some were descendants entrusted by old friends, others were old friends of many years, and everyone had a clean background and possessed special abilities that could not be underestimated.

Once successfully integrated into the Illuminati, through System training and actual combat polishing, they would definitely become the most solid mainstay and core members of the organization.

Professor raised his eyes to look ahead, his gaze penetrating the deep black car film, landing on those brightly lit skyscrapers.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder Fatty Tiger has some resentment.

Just half an hour ago, their group arrived in Dongdu dust-laden, having just come from the airport to check into a five-star hotel located in Jiangdong District.

However, before the room card was even warm, and before the clothes in the suitcase had time to be hung in the closet, an urgent order from the President was sent over.

Without too much explanation, nor giving them time to catch their breath.

This group of newcomers who hadn't yet had time to enjoy the treatment of a luxury hotel were thus stuffed into this van full of smoke smell.

The hasty itinerary, coupled with curiosity and doubt about the unacquainted "President", filled the narrow carriage with a restless mood.

Sitting here at this moment, they were just waiting for further instructions.

It had been almost twenty minutes, and no new news had come from the President's side.

"Professor, is the target of this operation... really the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group?"

Old Chen, who was listening to the movement outside, suddenly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and asked:

"If it's those bastards, our few people probably won't be enough, right?"

In the driver's seat, Professor recovered from his thoughts, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and his tone remained calm:

"Rest assured, this operation does not require you to confront them head-on. The President said that you only need to be responsible for the perimeter cleaning and response, and assist in rescuing the hostages."

"I don't mean that."

Old Chen waved his hand, his eyes with a bit of shrewdness narrowing slightly:

"I'm just curious, we've known each other for so many years, and we know each other inside and out. What kind of young man can make you follow him so wholeheartedly?"

His question was also one that everyone else in the car cared about.

On the way here before, they also heard Professor mention some deeds about the President, knowing that the other party was a young man in his early 20s.

But it always felt like a fantasy, carrying some exaggerated elements.

Hearing this, Professor chuckled softly:

"Age is not important, strength is what matters."

He paused, his tone involuntarily carrying a bit of admiration:

"Since he can lead us to create a grand cause together, the President's strength is unquestionable. From his debut until now, he can be said to have never been defeated, smashing countless enemies bare-handed."

"Even S-grade ability users have already lost their lives under his hands. His strength completely exceeds the cognitive scope of the secular world."

"That kind of pure sense of oppression is not only in terms of strength, but also a crushing at the mental level."

After speaking, Professor turned to glance at Old Chen and added meaningfully:

"In short, when you see him in a moment, you will naturally understand."

"So young, yet so powerful..."

Xiaoya listened with rapt attention, blinking her big eyes with a curious look:

"Uncle Ye, when I see him later, should I call him older brother, or President?"

Professor looked at his old friend's daughter, his eyes softening a bit, and explained with a smile:

"Your father and the President's father were colleagues back then, and the two families have deep ties. Speaking of which, you can also be considered family friends."

"Call him President in formal occasions in the future, and in private, you can call him older brother."

"Oh, I know."

Xiaoya nodded obediently.

Just then, a slight sigh came from the shadows in the back row.

Sitting there was a pale-faced man, holding a slender black violin case in his arms.

He hadn't spoken the whole time, and only now did he raise his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon.

Even in the dim carriage, those pupils flickered with a chilling dim light.

"This operation is just right; it gives us a chance to see whether our President is living on a false reputation."

The man stroked the rough texture on the surface of the violin case, his fingertips gently gliding across the latch, his voice cold and hard:

"Professor, you are a Senior in the supernatural circle, and we respect you so we came here with you. But now you're asking us to play second fiddle to a young man we've never met, and hand over our lives to him in the future..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone in the car like a blade, finally fixing on Professor:

"Even if he is an S-grade powerhouse blown up to the heavens, we must witness it with our own eyes to know how much weight he really has, so we can feel at ease."

As soon as these words came out, the air in the carriage instantly froze a bit.

Fatty Tiger stopped shaking his legs, and the duck-tongue-cap man spinning the knife in his hand also paused.

Obviously, this was the question in everyone's mind.

For this group of supernatural beings with special abilities, the strong being supreme is a Law carved into their bones.

Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to issue orders.

Looking through the rearview mirror at the man with a provocative meaning, Professor didn't get angry, but instead showed a faint smile.

"Eagle Eye, your ability is indeed good, and your Marksmanship is also top-notch in the industry, deserving to be called superb."

He said leisurely, looking out the window at the night sky dyed red by neon lights:

"But some heights are still beyond your current vision to reach."

"When you see the President later, I hope you can put away this arrogance. Otherwise..."

Before the words finished, a cell phone ringtone abruptly rang, breaking the tense atmosphere in the car.

Professor's eyes turned cold, and he immediately picked up the phone placed on the center console, pressing the answer button:

"President, we have arrived at the location you specified."

There was no extra pleasantry on the other end of the phone, only a steady and concise voice coming through:

"I will be there immediately."

"Yes."

Hanging up the phone, Professor looked back at everyone and reminded them in a deep voice:

"Get ready, the operation is about to start."

Everyone who had been waiting in the car for a long time cheered up, and their originally lazy expressions restrained a bit.

Is it finally coming?

The commercial street near midnight was still brightly lit and bustling.

The successive honking of cars and the laughter of pedestrians intertwined into a noisy urban nocturne.

Faintly, an advertisement slogan from the LED curtain wall screen drifted into the car:

"Violet, encounter your fatal temptation..."

Amidst this noisy background sound, Old Chen, who had been listening sideways, suddenly sat up straight.

His expression changed slightly, and his eyes stared fixedly at the direction of the alley entrance, whispering:

"Here he comes!"

Just a few seconds after his words fell, a black Range Rover slipped out from the shadows of the street corner like a ghost in the night.

Without making a harsh braking sound, it relied on steady inertia to accurately stop in front of the van.

Clang.

The car door pushed open.

Feet wearing dark sneakers stepped onto the ground.

Following closely, a figure wearing a black hooded sweatshirt walked down.

Inside the van, five pairs of eyes instantly stared over in unison.

Eagle Eye narrowed his eyes, his pupils slightly contracting, trying to see through the newcomer's background.

Fatty Tiger even pressed his face against the car window, unable to help muttering:

"He doesn't look that brawny either, how does he look like a freshly graduated pretty boy..."

Old Chen sitting next to him trembled his ears a few times, exclaiming in a low voice:

"Such a strong heartbeat... like beating drums, and extremely steady."

A few meters away.

The man pulled up his hood, hands tucked in his pockets, and walked slowly toward the van.

He walked very slowly, as if he were just an ordinary passerby who happened to pass by here, and even his footsteps were covered by the surrounding hustle and bustle.

But the moment he saw the man's face clearly through the car film, Fatty Tiger, who had just been muttering complaints, felt his throat as if being choked by an invisible giant hand, forcing all his words back.

Not just him, everyone else in the carriage felt an indescribable heat and unease.

That was a tremor originating from biological instinct.

As if what was walking towards them was not a person, but an ancient Vicious Beast patrolling its territory with extremely vigorous Qi and blood.

In that ordinary-looking body, there was obviously a terrifying energy that could spew out at any time.

Just like a sun rising slowly in the dark night.

Even through the car window, one could feel that suffocating thermal radiation.

Even the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rose at this moment.

The man walked to the front of the car, stopped, and raised his head slightly.

Under the hood, a pair of deep, calm, yet exceptionally bright eyes were revealed.

He just stood there quietly, without any extra movements all over his body, yet giving people a flawless sense of perfection.

Just looking at this standing posture, one knew he was a top expert.

And when his gaze swept casually across the car window, it made the five people inside instantly develop an illusion.

That they had been completely seen through, with no secrets left anywhere on their bodies.

A layer of cold sweat instantly oozed from Fatty Tiger's palms.

He had mixed in the Jianghu for so many years and had seen quite a few ruthless people.

But he had never seen such a... existence that just standing there made people unable to even raise the thought of resistance.

The car door was pulled open with a clatter.

Professor was the first to jump out of the car and walked up to greet him quickly, his attitude as respectful as an old butler:

"President, you are here."

Then, he turned and waved to the few people still dazed in the car:

"All of you come down."

The five new members filed out one after another.

The arrogance and doubt in the car just now quietly dissipated, replaced by restraint and surprise.

"President, these are the five newcomers I mentioned to you before."

Professor pointed to the buzz-cut man with the most robust build and introduced:

"He is Fatty Tiger, a physical enhancer. He has great strength and thick skin, and once killed an adult black bear bare-handed. He is a good hand for frontal assault."

Fang Cheng's gaze fell on Fatty Tiger.

Fatty Tiger felt as if he had been scanned by two searchlights, subconsciously straightening his back, not even daring to breathe loudly, and lowered his head obediently to call out:

"Hello, President."

Professor then pointed to the young man wearing the duck-tongue cap:

"This is Feiying, a speed enhancer. His moves are very agile, and he excels at surprise attacks and infiltration. His knife-playing skills are handsome, and his actual combat experience is very rich."

The young man playing with the butterfly knife had already put away the knife, took off his hat, and slightly bowed toward Fang Cheng to show respect.

Professor then introduced the other new members:

"This is Old Chen, who has awakened super-sensory hearing. His ears are more sensitive than the most sophisticated radar, and his reconnaissance range can cover one kilometer. He is an intelligence talent we urgently need."

"This is Xiaoya, also the child of my old friend, who has awakened psychokinesis control. Although she is young, her Mental Energy talent is extremely high, and she is worth our organization's key cultivation."

Old Chen rubbed his hands and smiled slightly awkwardly.

Xiaoya hugged her backpack, hiding shyly behind Professor, and quietly poked her head out to look at this young "older brother".

Finally, Professor pointed to the silent man carrying the black violin case:

"This is Eagle Eye, a dual-System physical and mental enhancer. He used to be a professional shooting athlete, and his vision far exceeds that of ordinary people. Not only is his Marksmanship infallible, but he can even control the Flight trajectory of bullets to achieve curved hits."

Hearing Professor's introduction, Eagle Eye did not lower his head like the others, but puffed out his chest and looked straight at Fang Cheng.

But the trace of original doubt deep in his eyes had now been replaced by thick dread.

Fang Cheng slightly nodded, his gaze sweeping across the five people one by one.

These new members are indeed all good seeds.

Although there is still some Jianghu air and sloppiness in their eyes, as long as they are polished a bit, they will be the sharpest fangs of the Illuminati.

The reason why he asked Professor to bring the newcomers who just arrived in Dongdu directly over, besides indeed needing manpower assistance, was more importantly to establish authority.

For this group of supernatural beings licking blood on the tip of a knife, simple money buying can only gain their superficial allegiance.

Only by showing absolute crushing strength and means can their hearts be completely conquered, so that they will not dare to give the slightest discount when executing orders in the future.