146: Chapter 146 We villains should maintain a certain style

Heart Six sighed, turned around slowly, looked at Plum Blossom Three with an extremely complex expression, and pointed to his own chest:

"Sorry, I'm a cop... oh no, I'm a villain."

"Your code is wrong; this puts me in a difficult position."

Plum Blossom Three finally couldn't take it anymore.

He slammed the silver case in his hand onto the ground with a loud "clang" and pointed at Heart Six's nose, cursing furiously:

"Difficult? If it's difficult, then just don't do it!!"

"Heart Six! Are you having another episode?"

"What time do you think it is, and you're still here acting out Infernal Affairs?"

"I'm Old Three! Plum Blossom Three! We ate pig trotter rice together just a few days ago! It's not like you don't know me! What the hell is with the code!"

After Plum Blossom Three's outburst, the movie-star-like intensity on Heart Six's face instantly collapsed.

He smacked his lips as if still savoring the moment, adjusted the collar of his Zhongshan suit, resumed the steady demeanor of a middle-aged man, and looked at Plum Blossom Three with a look of disappointed expectation:

"Old Three, you're being no fun."

"Life needs a sense of ritual; as villains, we must pay even more attention to style."

"If we don't follow this protocol, how can we demonstrate the tension and mystery of our rendezvous? Young people these days are just too impatient."

After saying that, he finally turned his gaze toward the disheveled Plum Blossom Three, frowned slightly, and his eyes became sharp:

"How come it's just you?"

"Where's Old Five? Is that guy hiding in some toad or rat again?"

Mentioning this, the anger on Plum Blossom Three's face instantly dissipated, replaced by extreme sorrow mixed with a twisted expression of some kind of fanaticism.

"Brother Six..."

Plum Blossom Three took a deep breath, his voice trembling:

"Don't ask."

"The situation is too complicated! It's hard to put into words!"

"Old Five... he has sacrificed himself!"

Heart Six's hand, which was adjusting his cuffs, froze abruptly. His pupils instantly constricted to the size of pinpricks. The playful aura around him vanished instantly, replaced by a truly cold and murderous intent:

"What?"

"Old Five is dead?"

"Could it be that that old thing, Principal Pang Ban, made a move? Or did the military intervene?"

Heart Six's Brain spun rapidly, and he began his habitual overthinking:

"That shouldn't be... According to our previous plan, even if you didn't complete the mission, you should have been able to sneak back, right?"

"Could there be a mole?"

"No! It wasn't Principal Pang Ban!"

Plum Blossom Three shook his head violently, interrupting Heart Six's speculation.

He took a step forward, and on that mud-stained face, a look of near-pathological worship suddenly blossomed.

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Brother Six, you will never guess what happened!"

"We saw... that Lord!"

Heart Six was stunned.

"What?"

"Which Lord?"

"It's that Lord from our organization who likes to wear a Faceless Man mask, and whose strength is unfathomable!"

The more Plum Blossom Three spoke, the more excited he became, even gesticulating wildly:

"You didn't see the scene with your own eyes!"

Afterwards, Plum Blossom Three told Heart Six in detail everything that had happened inside the dungeon...

"That Poison Python was treacherous and wanted to swallow the spoils of war alone, but he ended up angering that Lord!"

"That Lord descended from the sky! With one stick! Just one strike! He smashed the Tier 5 Great Demon's head to pieces!"

"Then he tore through the void with his bare hands and rubbed those three Tier 5 Grandmasters, including Principal Pang Ban, into the ground!"

"That scene... it was simply a miracle!"

Heart Six listened, completely dumbfounded.

Although he loved watching movies and overthinking, this plot... was it a bit too sci-fi?

One-shotting a Tier 5 Great Demon with a stick?

Rubbing three Grandmasters into the ground?

"Old Three, have you been overly stimulated and started hallucinating?" Heart Six looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm not crazy!"

Plum Blossom Three got anxious. He suddenly held up the silver briefcase he had been protecting so fiercely, as if holding an imperial decree:

"Brother Six! Look at what this is!"

Heart Six's gaze fell upon the case, which was stained with mud but still emitted a cold, metallic luster.

"This is... a silver briefcase?"

Plum Blossom Three's eyes were frantic as he gently stroked the case:

"No!"

"Inside this is a vial of Tier 5 Great Demon essence blood and a space source crystal!"

"I took advantage of the chaos and risked my life to bring it out!"

Hearing this, Heart Six's expression finally changed completely.

He was someone who knew his stuff.

He could feel that the material of this case was extremely special; it could even block spiritual sense detection.

Heart Six's Adam's apple bobbed, and the suspicion in his eyes turned into greed and gravity.

"This is a major matter!"

Heart Six made an immediate decision, stopped playing around with movie lines, and waved his hand directly:

"We are not qualified to handle this!"

"It must be reported immediately!"

"Let's go! Back to headquarters immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Plum Blossom Three straightened his back instantly. Even the mud on his face couldn't hide his smug smile:

"That's right! Don't look at who I am!"

"Brother Six, drive! I want to sit in the passenger seat!"

"Fine! You can even sit on my lap today!"

Rumble—

A black bulletproof sedan rushed out from the shadows of the abandoned factory like a black beast, speeding toward the darkest underground world of the Demon Capital.

...

Somewhere underground in the suburbs of the Demon Capital, dozens of meters deep.

This was the headquarters of the Wusheng Divine Sect's Demon Capital branch, an underground palace that was extremely luxurious yet exuded an eerie aura.

Thousands of night-luminescent pearls were embedded in the dome, simulating a brilliant starry sky. The floor was covered with thick crimson carpets, and the pillars on both sides were carved with ferocious ghost reliefs, with faint ghost fires burning in the eyes of every relief.

In the center of the grand hall, on a throne made from the bones of an unknown giant beast, a beautiful figure sat lazily.

Spade J.

She was the ruler of this demon's den, and the "Demoness" who made countless righteous people tremble with fear.

She wore a daringly cut high-slit black long dress, revealing a pair of slender, fair, yet explosive-looking thighs.

Her waterfall-like wavy long hair was draped casually, and she was swirling a glass of blood-red wine in her hand.

Her beauty was that of a highly poisonous poppy flower; one look would make a person sink, and a second look might cost them their life.

"You mean..."

Spade J swirled her wine glass slightly, her voice lazy and hoarse, yet it stirred up layers of echoes in the grand hall:

"Diamond Five is dead?"

"And the Tier 5 Great Demon that killed him was slaughtered by... a mysterious expert in our organization?"

Below the steps.

Plum Blossom Three and Heart Six were kneeling on the ground, prostrate, not daring to breathe.

Especially Plum Blossom Three; although he was covered in mud, his swollen face was currently filled with fanaticism and pride.

"Yes, my Lord!"

Plum Blossom Three raised his head, and with great emotion and embellishment, began his report:

"Just when your subordinate was in despair, that Lord who had been lurking in the shadows... made a move!"