At the entrance of the Hexagon Palace, Tang Yongyun looked at Gerard and gave a mental command.
A crow instantly pierced through his chest. Gerard collapsed to the ground before he could even let out a scream. Without the backing of the Lost Sheep, he was nothing more than an ordinary human.
“You will work for me from now on. Does anyone have an objection?” Tang Yongyun asked calmly, looking at the group of supernatural beings standing at the palace entrance.
Green, the Black youth in hip-hop attire, watched the man effortlessly repel a Calamity and instant-kill the Tier 3 president of the Demon Hunting Association. His knees buckled, and he dropped straight to the ground, speaking rapidly, “My Black Brotherhood is willing to work for Boss Tang!”
“The Knight Alliance feels the same!” a bearded white man hastily called out.
“Me too!”
The remaining supernatural beings chimed in one after another, terrified that a delayed response would lead to the same fate as Gerard.
Seeing the crowd submit, dozens of crows flew toward them, each holding a Doom Contract formed of black mist in its beak.
“I don't believe in empty promises. Sign this contract of your own free will, and we'll be on the same side. Of course, the consequence of not signing is the same as Gerard's,” Tang Yongyun said.
Green reached out and tapped the contract. Upon sensing that his life would be completely under Tang Yongyun's control, he actually laughed. “To run with a powerhouse like Boss Tang, what's a Doom Contract? I'd much rather sign this than work with trash like Gerard anyway!”
With a thought, the Doom Contract vanished. He felt a faint, inexplicable connection form between himself and Tang Yongyun.
“Exactly. If Boss Tang hadn't come, we might have been threatened and dealt with by Gerard. Instead, Boss Tang's arrival saved us. I'm in!” the bearded man from the Knight Alliance rationalized to himself.
This was a peak Tier 4. Following a powerhouse of this caliber was by no means a losing proposition. Of course, the premise of all this was that their lives were held in his hands. They had no choice but to sign.
Seeing both groups sign, the rest quickly followed suit. The crows circling around dispersed into the sky.
Watching the crows fly away, Green's dark face broke into a sycophantic grin. “Boss Tang, the Demon Hunting Association has many supernatural beings. Only Gerard showed up this time. I'm afraid the others are up to no good since they didn't come.”
“You don't need to worry about that. I have a mission for you. Within ten days, bring all Coalition supernatural beings here. You can trick them, kidnap them, or do whatever you must. Each of you has a quota of two supernatural beings.” Having said his piece, Tang Yongyun ignored them and turned to leave.
These people were merely tools and cannon fodder; they only needed to prove their utility. There was no need to chat with them.
Bang!
His body burst apart, turning into countless crows that vanished into the palace streets.
“There are twenty-eight of us here, which means we need to bring fifty-six people. That won't be easy. The Demon Hunting Association already rounded up a batch, and there are quite a few of us here now. Ten days...” Rod, the bearded man from the Knight Alliance, looked troubled.
“What's there to fear? This must be a test from Boss Tang. Only by passing it can we truly enter his inner circle. Even if we have to kidnap those fifty-six people, we'll bring them to him!” Green said loudly.
He knew there were many rogue supernatural beings around his territory, and he planned to recruit them once he returned. In his eyes, Tang Yongyun's name was far more reliable than the Coalition.
Even if following a powerhouse didn't help him advance further, at least having Tang Yongyun's backing would deter those with ill intent from acting against him.
...
Meanwhile, a military vehicle careened wildly down the streets. The white soldier driving it looked frantic. “I have to hurry, or Gerard will leave!”
Soon, he arrived at a closed-off drill ground. The surrounding fences and the top were covered in green canvas, obscuring the view inside.
He jumped out of the vehicle. As he neared the entrance, a heavy stench of blood assailed his nose. His brow furrowed as an ominous premonition surged within him.
Creak!
He pushed open the slightly ajar sheet-metal door. The moment he stepped through, the white soldier's face contorted in sheer terror. “This...!”
Before his eyes, the entire drill ground was carpeted in blood and shredded military uniforms. A few damaged missile launcher vehicles sat not far away.
The three-hundred-man missile unit stationed here had been entirely reduced to a bloody mist. Massive holes riddled the green canvas covering the ceiling, pierced through by some unknown force.
In the sky, several blood-stained crows flew away.
The tens of thousands of elite heavy armored soldiers hidden in the central city and stationed outside to handle emergencies had been wiped out in less than a minute.
Ten minutes had passed since the central city's signals were jammed by supernatural power.
Far away in the castle of Kecheng, the capital of the United States of Aquia, Leia sat with a cigar clamped between his teeth, staring gloomily at the static-filled screen before him.
“Why hasn't the satellite feed come through yet?!” Leia demanded, suppressing his rage as he looked at a woman standing nearby.
The woman's expression was grim. “Your Excellency Leia, the satellite feed became distorted when it tried to capture the central city. The influence of supernatural power is simply too unreasonable.”
Hearing her explanation, Leia felt an underlying sense of unease. Everything had spun out of control from the very beginning, drifting toward an unknown outcome. For a politician like him who spent his days plotting, this was excruciating.
“Your Excellency Leia, perhaps we should head to the fallout shelter first. I'm worried those fools from the Demon Hunting Association might do something desperate and target you,” the woman quickly suggested, noticing the shift in Leia's expression.
Gerard's appearance at the Hexagon Palace marked the official beginning of the Coalition's supernatural rebellion.
Unlike the threat of Darkness, supernatural beings were small, highly mobile units. Unless there was a pre-planned operation to deploy high-yield missiles in the urban area at all costs, they were incredibly difficult to deal with.
Upon hearing this, Leia's eyes turned bloodshot. He slammed his hand onto the desk and roared, “No! I am the President! How could I flee just because of a bunch of supernatural beings? Besides, I have a highly paid supernatural guard. I refuse to believe that, without Gerard leading them, that cowardly Demon Hunting Association would dare charge through my five Tier 2 supernatural guards!”
Hearing Leia's words, the woman sighed inwardly.
If the Supernatural Bureau truly lost, they would either have to run or drag everyone down with them using nuclear strikes. But in an era where supernatural methods emerged endlessly, they would find death wherever they fled, unless the Nanming Kingdom or Goro Island took them in.
Just as the pressure was making Leia increasingly irritable...
The streets in front of and behind his castle had been completely locked down. A large number of soldiers were deployed throughout the area.
On a tall building several hundred meters away from the castle, a middle-aged man, his figure completely blended into the air, scanned the castle through binoculars.
His brow furrowed. “Five Tier 2 supernatural beings... Leia really spared no expense.”
Nowadays, any Tier 2 supernatural being out in the wild was a formidable figure capable of controlling a city. To hire them as guards would cost at least one billion each.
Moreover, he didn't dare look at these supernatural beings for more than a second. The fluctuations radiating from them, which were no weaker than his own, made things troublesome.
Just as he decided to abandon the assassination of Leia and prepare to leave...
A curious female voice drifted from behind him. “Sister, there's a bug here.”
The middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly. Someone else is here!
He had only turned halfway when a white mist materialized before him out of nowhere.
Pfft!
A dagger made of white Specter bone plunged into the back of his head, piercing straight through his mouth.
With a look of utter despair, the middle-aged man's eyes lost focus, and he collapsed. Behind him, the hand holding the dagger was formed entirely of white mist.
“Alright, the bug is taken care of. Time for business.” The white mist condensed into a human form, revealing the older twin sister, Fang Qing.
She stood on the rooftop, gazing at the distant castle. Fang Shui stood beside her. “There are only five Tier 2s inside. Let's just go up and take them out.”
She and Fang Qing were also Tier 2, but as individuals handpicked by Tang Yongyun, their strength was far beyond that of ordinary Tier 2s.
“No need. I managed to get the phone number of one of them.” Fang Qing took out her phone and dialed directly. While they could kill five Tier 2s, they would likely sustain some injuries. It wasn't worth the trouble.
The call connected after a few seconds.
“Hello?” a booming voice answered on the other end.
Fang Qing spoke in a flat tone. “Valen, I am with the Scott Syndicate on Goro Island. Our boss wants Leia dead. I hope the five of you won't choose to be buried alongside him.”
Upon hearing this, a sudden clatter of chairs scraping against the floor echoed from the other end. Evidently, the name had frightened him severely.
But soon, Valen's lowered voice came through. “You say you're with them, so you are? You'd better not be playing with me, or I'll send your entire family to meet Satan!”
“You can go directly to the Scott Syndicate's official website and dial the mobile number of our director, Jiang Nan. Just state your identity, and our people will transfer your call,” Fang Qing said nonchalantly.
Looking at the distant castle, she already had a way to deal with Leia without taking any damage.
“Fine!” Valen's voice replied.
In an office on the first floor of the castle, a muscular Black youth put down his phone. Instead of calling immediately, he went out to find the other four Tier 2s.
A moment later, Valen and the other four Tier 2s gathered in his office. Everyone looked at him.
Valen picked up his phone and dialed Jiang Nan's number from the official website.
The call was first routed to the executive secretary. After Valen spoke a few words, the line was transferred. He waited a few seconds.
A female voice finally came through from the other end. “This is Jiang Nan. What is it?”
Valen asked cautiously, “Ms. Jiang Nan, I'm Valen. I received a notice from the Scott Syndicate. Are you targeting Adam?”
“The person who contacted you has already briefed me on the situation. She wants to give you a chance. As long as you toss Adam's head to the front gate of the castle, you will have the opportunity to join the Scott Syndicate,” Jiang Nan's voice answered from the other end.
Hearing this, the expressions of Valen and the other four shifted dramatically.
The master behind the Scott Syndicate, Tang Yongyun, was a peak Tier 4 supernatural powerhouse in the world—a walking human nuke.
Valen hung up the phone and looked at the other four. “What do we do now? The Scott Syndicate really wants Adam dead.”
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