19: Chapter 19: With my full set of control and true damage, how could I possibly lose?

The adjutant's voice was extremely low, revealing uncontrollable excitement.

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow: "You moved quite fast. How much did it cost?"

"Only 30 million Alliance Credits, plus two Second-Turn passes to the Tianfu District of Core City."

"An old teacher from that school knelt down and begged us like a dog."

"He told us everything we asked, even what style of underwear his daughter wears."

"Cut the crap, I'm not interested in such trivial matters."

Ling Feng said impatiently.

"Understood, young master, right away."

The adjutant entered a string of passwords.

"Click."

The password box popped open.

Inside, there were no physical documents, only a deep blue storage crystal the size of a thumb.

Ling Feng picked up the crystal and inserted it into the desktop reading slot.

The holographic screen instantly split into two.

On the left was Chu Tiankuo, still waiting for instructions, and on the right was a top-secret file stamped with the red seal of the Alliance's "Highest Level Protection."

Ling Feng glanced at the file nonchalantly.

The first thing that caught his eye was a photo of a girl named Su Xiaoli.

Below that was the information column.

The moment his gaze touched that line of small text,

"Clap."

The cigar in Ling Feng's hand dropped onto his trousers, burning a charred hole.

He didn't even notice.

He stared fixedly at those words, his pupils trembling violently in their sockets, his breathing completely stopping at this moment.

[Class: Overlord]

[Grade: Mythical Grade (Kings Selection)]

"Kings Selection..."

Ling Feng stood up abruptly.

The movement was so violent that the leather chair behind him was knocked over to the ground.

He pressed his hands against the desktop, his knuckles turning bloodless and pale from extreme force.

"Young master?"

The adjutant was startled and hurried forward.

"Get lost!"

Ling Feng shoved the adjutant aside, his eyes erupting with near-pathological fanaticism and greed.

Chu Tiankuo in the holographic screen was stunned by Ling Feng's reaction, not daring to even breathe audibly.

"No wonder... no wonder the Alliance special envoy is staying here, no wonder the Alliance had to use the highest confidentiality authorization!"

Ling Feng paced frantically behind his desk, muttering neurotically.

"Kings Selection class! A Kings Selection that hasn't appeared in hundreds of years! That is the legendary ultimate class capable of touching the origin of the laws!"

His brain was racing.

In the eyes of The Consortium, Mythical Grade was precious, but it was just a high-level thug.

But Kings Selection was different!

The bloodline and genes of a Kings Selection class holder, or even she herself, were the keys to unlocking the ultimate power of this world!

If the Ling family could control Su Xiaoli through marriage, or some secret "bloodline transcription" ritual...

The Ling family would no longer be just a consortium.

They would become the uncrowned kings of this world!

But now, Su Xiaoli had already been taken to Core City by Qin Lan. That was the Alliance's headquarters, where The Consortium's hands could not reach.

Ling Feng's gaze suddenly stopped, resting on the line for Su Xiaoli's kinship relations.

Lin Mo's name was written there, all alone.

He turned his head abruptly, staring fixedly at Chu Tiankuo in the holographic screen.

"You said just now that Lin Mo is a Blank Slate Warrior."

Ling Feng's voice trembled slightly from excessive excitement,

"How is his relationship with Su Xiaoli?"

Chu Tiankuo shuddered, quickly reporting:

"Reporting to Young Master Ling! The whole school knows that Lin Mo and Su Xiaoli are childhood sweethearts who grew up together in an orphanage!"

"The two have a very deep bond. After Su Xiaoli awakened her Mythical Grade, she even publicly announced that she would support Lin Mo, refusing to be separated from him no matter what!"

"Hahahaha!"

Ling Feng suddenly tilted his head back, bursting into unbridled, maniacal laughter.

His arrogant laughter echoed throughout the entire top-floor conference room.

"Hahahaha, Qin Lan, oh Qin Lan."

Ling Feng walked back to the desk, pressing his hands against it, his eyes so sinister they seemed to drip water.

"Your arrogance is simply appalling."

"Su Xiaoli has such a huge weakness wandering around in the wild, and you only have one Qin Lan watching from the sky?"

"It seems the Alliance has been high and mighty for too long!"

"Arrogance comes with a price."

He looked at the adjutant, his tone gentle.

"First, do your best to help the Alliance blockade the news, and try to delay the spread of the information as much as possible!"

"Second!"

Ling Feng's eyes revealed a deep meaning,

"You raise soldiers for a thousand days to use them for a single moment."

"Mobilize the Night Owl Squad inside Shimmering City, send them all out!"

Upon hearing the words "Night Owl" on the screen, Chu Tiankuo gasped.

Those were the death squads raised by Ling Feng!

Every member was at the peak of the First Class, with the lowest level being at least level 80, specializing in dirty work that couldn't see the light of day!

"Young Master Ling, should I kill Lin Mo?"

Chu Tiankuo asked tentatively.

"Kill him? He is more valuable than gold right now!"

Ling Feng's eye twitched, revealing crazy calculations,

"Take him alive."

"I want to send this gift back to the main family. By then, even Ling Beichao won't be able to compete with me for the position of heir to The Consortium."

Chu Tiankuo swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and reminded him:

"But Young Master Ling... that guy Lin Mo is really weird; hundreds of monsters couldn't even bite him..."

"That matter is no longer your concern."

Having said that, Ling Feng cut off the communication directly.

Chu Tiankuo's talent was not bad, but Epic Grade was not enough to make him look at him with admiration.

In this world, below the Mythical Grade, everyone is an ant.

"Damage immunity item, is it?"

Ling Feng sneered, as if he had already seen through all his trump cards.

"It's just damage immunity, can you also be immune to crowd control?"

He looked at the adjutant.

"Go to the armory."

"Prepare one of every kind of imprisonment scroll."

"Take 3 of each magic scroll for true damage, armor penetration, and cutting, and distribute them all to the Night Owl Squad."

The adjutant's eyes widened, his heart pounding wildly.

Ling Feng straightened his suit tie, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Night Owl Squad, depart immediately."

"Within three days, I want to see Lin Mo kneeling in my office like a dog!"

The adjutant took a deep breath. The Sixth Young Master was finally baring his fangs.

It seemed he was determined to get Lin Mo!