This name seemed to possess a special magic. The moment it was spoken, everyone in the room stiffened.
In the next moment, one of them stood up uncontrollably to open the door.
“Are you crazy?!”
His companion's voice was anxious. He wanted to stop him, but realized he could not move at all.
“I... I don't want to either! I can't control my body!”
The two Demigods in the room unleashed their divinity with all their might, but they still could not budge an inch. They could only watch helplessly as their companion opened the door.
An elderly man walked in slowly from outside. He scanned the room, frowned, and asked, “Just you guys?”
A brief look of confusion appeared on the faces of the people in the room as they spoke uncontrollably, “There are five more on their way.”
“Strength.”
“Two Demigods and three Sequence 6s.”
“Do they have transcendent items or sealed objects?”
“They have one sealed object and many transcendent items.”
“What is your purpose in coming to Central City?”
“To cause chaos, incite panic, and coordinate with Great Qi from the inside.”
They only realized what they had done after they finished speaking, but it was clearly too late.
Huang Quan turned and walked out. The people behind him followed him uncontrollably like puppets on strings.
“Consider yourselves unlucky. Normally, I wouldn't bother showing up for such a minor matter, but I'm in a bad mood today and wanted some toys.”
Despair washed over the faces of the Shadow Lotus cultists. Their mission had failed before it even started.
Never in their wildest dreams would they have expected the Chief of Security Headquarters to personally come and arrest them.
“Chief!”
“Chief!”
Outside the hotel, the other security officers bowed in respect upon seeing Huang Quan.
“Mm.”
Huang Quan gave a faint nod and got into a car. Behind him, the Shadow Lotus cultists piled themselves into the back seat like a human pyramid.
The car drove all the way back to the Security Bureau. Huang Quan led them to the interrogation room. Before they even stepped inside, they already seemed to hear the wails of dead souls.
Huang Quan turned back and smiled, “Don't be nervous. You'll soon become one of them.”
They struggled desperately, but other than their consciousness, they couldn't even control a single finger.
The door to the interrogation room was opened, and a scent of disinfectant mixed with blood wafted out.
They walked into the interrogation room in a single file. The cold lighting made the place look even more ominous.
“Let's start with you.”
Huang Quan turned to look at one of the Shadow Lotus Demigods. From the moment he fell into Huang Quan's hands, that man knew he had no escape.
Thus, he had been trying to trigger a divinity self-detonation, which was a Demigod's strongest move.
But for some reason, his connection to his divinity seemed to have been severed by something, leaving him looking like an ordinary person now, with absolutely no means of resistance.
“Do you have anything to say?”
The Demigod froze, only then realizing he could speak again.
“Don't kill me! Don't kill me!”
“I can be your dog! I know many secrets of the Shadow Lotus Church!”
Huang Quan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
“Be my dog? Fine, I'll grant your wish.”
A light flashed in his eyes, and the man instantly shrieked in agony.
“Ahhh!!!”
Crack, crack.
The crisp sounds of breaking bones rang out from within his body, as if an invisible giant hand were pressing down on him, treating his flesh like playdough and shaping it however it pleased.
Splat!
Splat!
Bones pierced through his skin, and blood splattered everywhere, looking incredibly stark on the floor.
Within a few seconds, the Demigod had been turned into a dog—a skinless dog.
This scene was an immense shock to the other Shadow Lotus cultists. Not going mad on the spot was already a testament to their strong mental fortitude.
Huang Quan beckoned, and the dog walked over in a distorted posture, crouching by his side as Huang Quan asked, “What about you guys? What do you want to be for me?”
...
“Get ready.”
“Huh?”
“The painting has arrived.”
“You're not bringing it to my place?”
“Your place isn't safe.”
Mr. Ma held a cup of coffee, looking very relaxed.
Yin Yang had discovered a major secret in Central City and made a contribution to the True Knowledge Society.
As Yin Yang's 'guide,' he had also received some rewards, which made him like Yin Yang more and more the more he looked at him.
“When can I go see it?”
“You can go right now.”
“Let's go!”
Yin Yang called out.
His cafe's business was exceptionally booming, so he had simply opened two more branches nearby and hired several new employees.
As for the five original employees, they had now become store managers.
This made them work even harder, and with the shops in their hands, Yin Yang felt quite at ease.
This time, Mr. Ma led Yin Yang to a brand-new stronghold.
It was clear that the True Knowledge Society had quite a few strongholds in Central City.
The two took the elevator down to the basement, and to their surprise, there was actually another person there.
Yin Yang was startled, and Mr. Ma introduced the man with a smile, “Don't be nervous. He's the boss here, just like I was at that cafe.”
Upon hearing this, the man stepped forward, extended his right hand, and said, “The higher-ups highly appreciate you. They think your perception is very keen.”
“You flatter me.”
When Yin Yang shook hands with him, he quietly left a small mark.
Mr. Ma, standing aside, laughed, “Alright, we can exchange pleasantries anytime. Come, let's look at the painting first.”
As Mr. Ma led Yin Yang inside, he said, “Although this painting is dangerous, we've also discovered many useful things from it.”
“A few years ago, an elder of our society discovered a secret technique inside it.”
“A secret technique?”
“Yes! A secret technique to tame low-level transcendent creatures!”
Mr. Ma said this with a look of regret on his face, “Unfortunately, this secret technique is incomplete. It's very difficult for ordinary transcendents of standard Sequences to use, and it usually requires a certain amount of divinity.”
“But if one reaches the Demigod stage, taming low-level transcendent creatures loses much of its significance.”
“But in any case, a secret technique was discovered after all.”
“And that's just one of them. Since the True Knowledge Society obtained this painting, we've discovered no fewer than five similar secret techniques on it.”
“Wow...”
Yin Yang sighed with emotion, finally arriving in front of the painting with Mr. Ma.
It was a mural, about three meters high and five meters long, carved into a single, massive boulder.
The content depicted on it was relatively simple: a dark shadow was riding on a black dragon, with miniaturized mountains and rivers beneath its feet.
“Isn't this just a dark shadow? How did you deduce that he is the Shang King?”
Hearing the question, Mr. Ma chuckled, “It's precisely because it's a dark shadow that we can be certain it's the Shang King.”
“Huh?”
Mr. Ma said with a smile, “At the Shang King's level, his appearance cannot be recorded.”
“Ah?”
“Amazing, isn't it?”
Mr. Ma said with a look of yearning, “I heard from the veterans of our society that, according to their investigations and analyses, during the mid-to-late Shang Era, the Shang King's strength at the time even surpassed the gods!”
“But for some unknown reason, the lifespans of the successive Shang Kings all seemed to be rather short...”
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