163: Chapter 164 Warning

Chapter 163: Warning

This was an action scene more exciting than a movie; if told to others, almost no one would believe it.

“Oh my god, did you guys see clearly how he did that just now!”

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“Oh ho! No, that was way too fast, I didn't see a thing!”

“Too fast, too fast.”

“Heh heh heh, bro, calm down. If you fire that gun, you're definitely not walking out of this block.”

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The black man who knew Jeremy immediately spoke up to try and get Locke to calm down, while also uttering a threat.

Locke didn't even spare them a glance, merely staring coldly at Jeremy in front of him. When Jeremy felt that pitiless gaze, he sobered up instantly. After swallowing hard, he hurriedly raised both hands, forgetting to even pull up his denim shorts.

“Bro, it's my fault. If you want to make a call, I'll let you, okay? Just don't shoot me.”

Locke didn't want to blow things out of proportion; he simply reached out his left hand and gave a light wave. The next second, with a loud 'slap', Jeremy, this 1.8-meter-tall burly black man, was slapped to the ground. After a moment, Jeremy's originally dark face swelled up, glowing slightly red. He could only raise his hand to cover his face, not daring to make any further moves.

“Get lost!” Locke said after delivering the slap, lightly gesturing with the muzzle of his gun.

Jeremy felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Scrambling up from the ground, he ran away from the gun's aim as fast as possible. At this moment, he looked like a stray dog, a far cry from his previous arrogant self.

Locke shook his head as he watched his retreating back, a trace of mockery in his eyes. The ridiculous thing was that this guy had even forgotten the Black Pearl trapped in the phone booth, caring only for his own escape.

Inside the phone booth, the Black Pearl watched the departing Jeremy, and her originally grinning face instantly collapsed. Then, seeing Locke gradually approaching her, she knelt down in a panic, pressing her palms together to beg for mercy. “God, let me go! It was all him, he brought me here, that's why I'm—”

“You get lost too!”

Locke didn't want to get tangled up with the two of them, so he just coldly told her to get lost. After all, he hadn't forgotten his purpose: he was only here to borrow a phone.

The only reason he had made a move on that guy was simply because the man had blocked him from using the phone.

Hearing his words, the Black Pearl scrambled to grab her bag from the stool and bolted out of the phone booth like her life depended on it.

She was terrified that if she were a second slower, she might end up eating a hot lead 'peanut' and start a carefree life in the hereafter.

The group of white and black onlookers, seeing things settle down, were taking their phones and preparing to leave when they saw a raven fly onto the phone booth. They instinctively looked up and met a pair of crimson eyes.

Immediately following that, they fell into an illusion. One by one, they lowered their heads as if they had lost their souls and violently threw the phones they were holding—which contained videos of Locke—onto the ground, smashing them to pieces.

Finally, they even jumped on them, crushing the storage chips into powder.

Only when there was absolutely no possibility of recovery did Xiao Qi stop controlling them.

“Hmph, a bunch of fools courting death, actually daring to point their phones at my master and film him.”

“If it weren't for my master's kind heart, I would have chopped you all into eighteen pieces long ago.”

Locke naturally noticed this eerie scene. He looked up at her and nodded, then pulled out a 50-cent coin, inserted it into the public phone, and pressed the phone number he had memorized earlier on the keypad.

“0001—9842—79823.”

Beep— beep— beep—

At this time, Lanus's cousin, Dort, who was leisurely drinking coffee in his office, frowned as he saw a sudden call from an unfamiliar short number and picked it up.

“Hello, who are you looking for?”

“I'm not looking for anyone, but I heard you guys are looking for me.”

Locke lowered his pitch and spoke in a bone-chilling voice: “So now I want to ask you, why are you looking for me?”

Dort's relaxed brow furrowed. He immediately stood up from his chair, his heart pounding wildly like a drum.

“You are—”

“Ha? You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to send people to tail my car?”

A cold sneer appeared on Locke's face upon hearing this. “It's one thing to send people to tail me, but to actually send two ordinary people... are you trying to send them to their deaths?”

“Or do you think I'm too kind-hearted to kill them?”

At these words, Dort reacted instantly. “You're the owner of that jaguar!”

“Your reaction is a bit too slow,” Locke's tone remained flat. “Get your person in charge to speak with me.”

“This... I'm afraid I can't do that.”

“Can't do it? If you can't do it, then wait to collect your cousin's corpse. And I'll be settling this debt on your heads as well.”

After saying this, Locke hung up the phone directly, giving the other party no time to think.

Seeing how decisive he was, Dort knew he wasn't joking and immediately dialed the number back.

Locke let out a disdainful snort. After waiting two seconds, he picked up the phone. “I'm only giving you 10 seconds. You'd better give me a satisfactory answer.”

“Sir, please wait a moment. I need to consult with our leader.”

Dort was terrified that a single misstep would enrage Locke and get his cousin killed. He didn't actually care much about whether his cousin lived or died; he was mainly worried that his cousin's situation would expose his attempt to embezzle those 5,000 us dollars, triggering an internal investigation. If he lost his job because of it, the loss would be massive.

So, he grabbed his phone and rushed to the door of Alethea Jones's office. However, he didn't push the door open directly. Instead, he took a few breaths to bury his nervousness before gently knocking on the door.

Alithea, who was leaning back in her chair reviewing files on the Crystal Lake cases over the years, frowned slightly and said without looking up, “Enter.”

Looking at Alithea, who was fully concentrated on examining the files, Dort opened his mouth and bit the bullet to interrupt her.

“Ms. Jones, the owner of that Phantom Car called of his own accord and said he wanted to contact you.”

“Hmm? Who did you say?” Alithea put down the file in her hand upon hearing this, her calm gaze falling on Dort's face.

A faint look of embarrassment and guilt immediately surfaced on Dort's face as he explained, “It's that wild Transcendent you told us to keep a close eye on—he just called me from some unknown number.”

“He called and specifically asked to speak with you, Ma'am.”

Dort was truly feeling guilty. He had heard about the working style of this officer, Alithea, who came from the Vatican, so he hadn't dared to mention that he had secretly sent two ordinary people to investigate.

Alithea naturally saw the distress on his face, but she simply nodded. Seeing this, Dort hurriedly handed over his phone as if a weight had been lifted.

“Hello, I heard you were looking for me.”

When Locke heard Alithea's cool and somewhat dismissive voice, a mocking curl appeared at the corner of his mouth as well.

“Ms. Jones, is it? Those words—I think I should be the one saying them to you.

Don't you think you need to explain why you're looking for me?”

“A wild Transcendent like you must be under the monitoring and control of the state.”

Alithea wasn't surprised that Locke knew her name; her tone remained entirely unruffled.

"Hmph, a wild Transcendent. I'm afraid, Ms. Jones, that your work hasn't been quite thorough enough."

"What do you mean?"

Locke sneered immediately, "I am no wild Transcendent. I'm warning you, if I catch anyone tailing me again, I won't be as easy to talk to as I was today."

"I only sent people to monitor your movements; I never sent anyone to tail you," Alithea explained casually.

"Now that I've caught the person, you don't need to use those useless official platitudes anymore."

Locke's tone was also terrifyingly calm, and he did not back down just because the person on the other end might be an official representative of Transcendents. "I'm making this call just to let you know one thing: if anyone dares to investigate me like today, then any lives lost will be on your head."

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"You—!"

Alithea's face, which had been calm, instantly changed color upon hearing this threat, like a summer thundercloud ready to burst at any moment.

"What about me? I've said what I had to say. I hope you consider it carefully."

Alithea's high chest heaved several times before she calmed down, then asked in a somewhat gentle tone, "Since you aren't a wild Transcendent, please tell me which organization you belong to."

"Hmph, keep dreaming. Go find out for yourself."

Locke couldn't be bothered with them; he didn't have the habit of announcing his background. With that, he hung up the public phone.

Then he walked out of the phone booth and returned to the bar with Xiao Qi.

"My Lord, I just made those guys who were secretly taking photos of you by the roadside smash all their phones, and I also made them fight each other."

After Xiao Qi landed on his shoulder, it couldn't wait to show off, clearly wanting to take credit. "Kukuku, did I do well today?"

Locke was in a pretty good mood after finishing those tasks, so he reached out and gently patted Xiao Qi's head. "Xiao Qi, you did very well today. But it would be even better if you could be more obedient in the future."

"Kukuku, Master, I will definitely try my best."

Locke shook his head with a smile and then asked casually, "What about those two policemen? What did you do to them?"

"Kuku—I scared them so much they practically wet themselves as they scrambled home."

Speaking of this, Xiao Qi folded its wings and puffed out its chest high. "I don't think they'll ever dare investigate you again, Master. They might even wet themselves just seeing you."

"Wet themselves just seeing me?"

Locke suddenly felt that Xiao Qi wasn't that reliable. "So you used my image to scare them again, right?"

"..."

"Xiao Qi didn't."

Looking at Xiao Qi, who had turned its head away looking very guilty, Locke knew it had probably transformed him into some terrifying creature in the illusion—certainly nothing better than those Gut Demons.

Otherwise, two grown men who were police officers wouldn't have been scared like that.

"You, I just praised you and you've already slipped up. Can't you hold out a bit longer next time?"

"Blehh."

After a short time together, Xiao Qi had come to know Locke as someone who was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted—someone who wouldn't get rough with it unless there was a major problem.

Locke sighed, said nothing more, and walked straight toward Lily and Maria, who had been waiting for a long time.

In front of the bar, Maria, sitting in a booth, had been waiting anxiously. She locked onto Locke the moment he pushed open the door.

She jumped down from the booth in excitement, then somewhat shyly straightened her dress, afraid of leaving a bad impression on Locke.

Lily, beside her, naturally noticed Locke too. She followed her down from the booth, glanced at Maria, and then reached out to pull at her collar, revealing a bit of her greatest asset.

"Hmph, a young and vigorous guy like Locke will surely fall for a hot body like mine."

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When Locke saw the two of them, he raised his hand to greet them. "Sorry to keep you both waiting."

"Locke, do you want to go to the dance floor with us?"

Seeing him return, Lily couldn't wait to puff out her chest and pointed toward the dancing crowd. Locke silently glanced at the scenery she had intentionally revealed but said nothing.

At this point, Maria, next to Lily, opened her mouth somewhat hesitantly: "Lily, I think... it's getting a bit late. Why don't we come out some other day? Locke will be our classmate at school anyway, so there's no rush."

Locke immediately caught onto Maria's concern and pretended to look at his watch: "Indeed. How about another day? It's getting late, so let's head home. It's not safe for two girls to be out too late."

Seeing that both Locke and Maria didn't want to stay, Lily could only quietly pull her collar back up.

"You're right. If I get back too late, my parents will nag me again."

Then her eyes darted around as she suddenly thought of a clever plan. She pressed her hands together and pleaded with Locke somewhat apologetically, "Going home is fine, but... Locke, Maria and I both drank the wine you sent. We can't drive now. As a gentleman, shouldn't you do something?"

As she spoke, she gently nudged Maria and winked at her, signaling her to play along.

Hearing Lily say this, Maria was also a bit tempted. After all, if that were the case, it meant Locke would be driving them home.

So she also gently raised her hand to her head: "Lily, I didn't feel it before, but now that you mention it, my head is feeling a bit dizzy too."

Locke looked at their exaggerated and clumsy acting, nodded with a smile, and reached out: "Give me the car keys. I'll take you home."

"Then thank you."

Seeing the plan succeed, Lily immediately pulled the porsche keys from her back pocket with a smile and slapped them into Locke's palm.

At the same time, she intentionally scratched his palm lightly with her finger.

Then she pulled Maria toward the door, not hiding the wink she threw at Locke as she looked back.

"This Lily really does have a spicy personality."

Feeling the lingering warmth of the girl's body on the keys in his hand, Locke lightly licked his somewhat dry lips and quickly followed.

On the other side, at the FBI New York Branch building, Alithea, who had suffered a setback at Locke's hands, was in a terrible mood. She carelessly crushed Dort's phone to powder. This was the first time since she returned from her secluded cultivation in the Vatican that a Transcendent had dared to speak to her like that. In the past, any Transcendent who saw her would be all smiles because of her status.

"Ms. Jones—that was—"

"Shut up." Alithea was already furious, and since this mess was caused by Dort, she vented her rage directly on this man who was more of a hindrance than a help.

"Did you take it upon yourself to send someone to investigate him?"

"I—" Dort scratched his hand awkwardly, not daring to admit it.

"Since you like investigating him so much, I order you to find out the information about the organization he belongs to within five days."

"Ma'am, isn't five days a bit too short—"

"You think it's too long? Then three days. If you can't find out in three days, then get out."

"Yes!"

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