482: Chapter 482 Nobody knows better than me

"Your Excellency King Dong, are you sure you want to do this?"

Inside an office, an argument was breaking out.

"Shut up, Old John. I have said it twice already: this matter no longer requires the participation of your Dream City Inspection Bureau."

"Is this something that is so hard to understand?"

Old John looked at the blonde middle-aged man in front of him, his heart filled with a great deal of suppressed anger, but he forced it down and continued trying to explain.

"Your Excellency King Dong, you do not understand what that group of people did in Dream City."

"In broad daylight, they destroyed evidence inside the Inspection Bureau and blew up the entire Inspection Bureau, causing the Inspection Bureau to lose half of its assets."

"This is an extremely vile act. If we do nothing and instead seek help from other forces, then the impact on us..."

"Stop." King Dong interrupted Old John very coldly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

The clicking sound created a huge sense of oppression in Old John's ears.

"When did you get the delusion that you, a mere Inspection Chief, are qualified to lecture me?"

"I am willing to listen to you only because I am noble enough. If it were anyone else, let alone you, even your Inspection Bureau Director would have been kicked out long ago."

"So do not use my mercy toward you as a bargaining chip anymore, okay?"

Realizing something, Old John finally unclenched his fists and turned to leave the office.

But just before he left, King Dong added another sentence.

"I will bear the economic losses this time. I have approved thirty million Star Coins for you to use for subsequent reconstruction and personnel subsidies."

"And other than losing a bit of reputation, you will not have any other losses."

"Believe me, no one understands how to handle the aftermath better than I do."

Upon hearing this, Old John was startled. Just as he wanted to turn his head to say something else, the office door was knocked on again.

Then, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed in a crisp suit entered.

"Your Excellency King Dong, Your Excellency King Ming has already arrived at the VIP reception room."

King Dong checked the time and said with some regret.

"Oh, you damn little inspector, I almost missed the time to entertain my VIP because of you."

"Hurry up and go to the finance department to take your damn money, and don't stay here and be an eyesore anymore."

Old John instantly became excited, incoherently said some words of praise, bowed comically several times, and finally left quickly.

After Old John walked away, the young man gently pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and asked with some confusion.

"Your Excellency, why did you waste so much time with this kind of person? For someone who is clearly here to blackmail, wouldn't it be faster to just give him a sum of money?"

King Dong, who had been full of anxiety and was preparing to stand up and leave, regained his relaxed expression and sat back down.

"Dream City is, after all, co-governed by six Sects, and the relationships are complex and tangled; it's extremely troublesome. Especially these little brats, they are the most difficult to deal with."

"And that thirty million can be considered as spending money to avoid disaster."

"However, since the money has been spent, I can't get nothing out of it. Gaining some reputation and having them remember me favorably is better than just losing money."

"Alright, where is my guest?"

After hearing King Dong's words, the secretary was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied.

"Your Excellency King Ming encountered an intelligent machine shortly after getting off the car. She is now being led by that intelligent machine toward the building and is expected to arrive within five minutes."

"Very good, then let me go meet her." King Dong smiled even more confidently, adjusted his tie, and tidied his hair. "I want to see what kind of person she is, to be able to involve so many shadows."

Five minutes later, at the bottom of the King Dong tower.

Zhou Yan looked up at the skyscraper that rose straight into the clouds, confirmed the address several times, and finally confirmed that this was indeed the address sent by King Dong.

"Isn't this the Truth Cult? Why is it set up like a corporation?"

Looking at the people coming and going downstairs, all wearing the same uniform, this place looked like a corporation in every way, completely lacking the research nature of the Truth Cult.

No wonder the remaining industrial system in Taiyi City is so small; it turns out the fish rots from the head down.

Since they love making money so much, why not go to the Lianxing Pavilion?

Just as Zhou Yan was about to enter the building, a frivolous male voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Yo, my Luck is good today. I've never seen such a beautiful young lady before."

"I wonder if the young lady would be willing to share a bed with me tonight?"

Zhou Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with disheveled red hair.

He was wearing a bizarre, non-traditional ancient costume, stepping on a pair of crystal sandals, holding a small electric fan in his hand, fanning himself like it was a cattail leaf fan.

Zhou Yan just wanted to complain about whether they could avoid such classic villain plot tropes, but found that he had underestimated the other party.

One can only say that it is worthy of being a place with hundreds of genders; it really is a place of outstanding people.

Seriously, where did this Divine Being learn this ancient-style scholar outfit? Does it have to be so eye-searing?

Have the people of the Eastern Region never seen people from the Outer Regions? Does he think he's very handsome?

Seeing Zhou Yan stunned, the young man also revealed a lewd smile.

Hmph, as expected, outsiders are easy to fool. She was so easily infatuated with me; it seems today I can...

"Urgh!"

While he was still feeling pleased with himself, he was sent flying by a casual punch from Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan held back his strength with this punch, only knocking out two of his teeth and crooked his fake nose. At the same time, he didn't forget to use the Python Swallow Dragon to drain his Luck.

After all, the moment he saw him, Zhou Yan knew this guy wasn't a good person, so there was no need for much interaction.

Just drain his Luck and let him wait for death.

In fact, if this wasn't King Dong's territory, he would have wanted to arrange a one-stop service of "monster employment" for him.

Merely draining his Luck was already Zhou Yan's mercy.

However, the young man obviously didn't appreciate it.

"Ah! My Southern Desert-style nose that I spent fifty thousand Star Coins on!"

The young man held his broken nose, blood flowing continuously from between his fingers.

At this moment, his face no longer had that feigned false demeanor, leaving only a ferocious expression.

"You actually broke my noble Southern Desert-style nose! You bitch will not be forgiven! Quickly, offer this bitch up to me!"

Following his order, the three guards behind him didn't say a word, pulling three small short sticks from their arms.

Zhou Yan thought they were going to pull out some strange Magic Treasure or technological creation, but the man in the trench coat and sunglasses leading them directly took out an incense burner from his arms, lit the three small sticks, and inserted them into it.

The other two guards followed suit, lit the three small sticks in their hands, inserted them into the incense burner, and then knelt toward Zhou Yan, shouting, "Prosperity, Amitabha, Heavenly Venerable, Buddha."

This scene not only stunned Zhou Yan, but even the young man and the onlookers gradually gathering around were stunned.

"What's going on? Why are they worshipping a god in the middle of the street?"

"It's actually him? I know that guy. It's said that he's the son of some big shot in King Dong's tower. He usually runs rampant in this area and has abducted many good women."

"He's pulling this stunt; he's probably plotting something bad again."

"Keep your voice down, if he hears you, it's over."

"Don't worry, he's just a commoner. He relies on his father's power to show off near King Dong's tower. Once he's out of this area, just watch if I dare to mess him up!"

Hearing the discussion of the people around, the young man's face turned red, and he pointed at the three guards and cursed.

"What the hell are you doing! I told you to kill her!"

At this moment, a guard beside him turned around, confused.

"Young Master, didn't you just speak in the Southern Desert language? In the Southern Desert language, 'offer up' generally refers to worshipping a god."

After hearing the explanation, the young man's face turned completely red, and even the speed at which blood was flowing out increased quite a bit.

"F*** you! All of you, f***ing do it! Do it and kill her!"

Receiving the order, the three looked at each other and hurriedly used magic power to transmit their voices.

"Big brother, what do we do? We can't fool her by pretending to be sweet anymore."

"This person looks like someone not to be trifled with. Judging by her stance, she's going into King Dong's tower; she might be a high-level official from another Sect or the Truth Cult."

"It won't work if we don't fight now. That stupid kid took a lot of enhancers today. If you dare not fight, you'll suffer later."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Everyone, give me your best acting, make it look real, go up and mix it up for a bit, then run. You know the drill."

The voice transmission ended in an instant, and it was clear that they were extremely familiar and professional.

So much so that a bunch of bubbles popped up in front of Zhou Yan, and before he could finish reading them, the other side rushed up all at once.

"Take my move, Great Strength Rock-Crushing Palm!"

The first to attack was the guard on the left.

He leaped twice and came in front of Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan just wanted to block, but who knew that the other party actually swung his arm, and before it landed, he broke his own hand.

"Urgh! My hand!"

He clutched his hand and turned around, clearing the front, just revealing the person hiding behind him.

That person did a mid-air volley, kicking toward Zhou Yan's waist and abdomen.

"How dare you hurt my second brother! Take my Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Chain Kicks!"

"Urgh!"

This one was even more of a heavyweight. Within a second, he kicked out twelve times. The last kick was still a meter away from Zhou Yan when he rotated three hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, fell to the ground, and bounced off to the side.

At the same time, he didn't forget to spit out a mouthful of blood, reaching out his hand to shout at the last guard.

"Boss! This target is tough! Protect the Young Master!"

Then the guard boss flashed in front of the young man, crossing his hands, seemingly blocking something.

"Young Master, be careful!"

After speaking, he was hit by something, flew directly over the young man's head, fell behind him with blood flowing from his seven orifices, and even spat out a piece of internal organ from his mouth, pointing weakly at Zhou Yan and shouting.

"Such... such a strong Divine Sense attack!"

Seeing this scene, the young man was dumbfounded.

His Physique was poor, and he was lazy. Even after getting an artificial Spiritual Root, he was too lazy to cultivate, only planning to install an artificial Dao Foundation after becoming an adult, so he was just an ordinary Mortal.

From his perspective, the left guard rushed over at an extremely fast speed, and just as he was about to touch the opponent, the person disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already lying on the side with a broken arm.

The right guard was even faster, too fast to see. Just as he thought there was a chance, the opponent was already spitting blood on the ground, no better off than the left guard.

Even the guard leader he relied on most, a great Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, had actually been injured in his Divine Sense to protect him, bleeding from his seven orifices on the spot and nearly dying.

"You, you... you just wait for me! I won't let you off! Retreat quickly!"

The young man was so scared he almost wet his pants. Ignoring everything else, he dropped a harsh threat and ran away.

His fake nose swung back and forth as he ran violently, looking very comical.

Seeing the young man run away, the remaining three guards stopped pretending, wiped off their blood, and hurriedly chased after him.

As the four ran far away, booing continued in the crowd.

It wasn't until three inspectors in uniform, holding short sticks, arrived that the onlookers dispersed, leaving only a bewildered Zhou Yan and a pool of blood on the ground.

"Am I... the victim of a honey trap?"