??Chapter 505: 280 Trying to be Clever and Becoming Clumsy (4000)_2
Chapter 505: 280 Trying to be Clever and Becoming Clumsy (4000)_2
Other watchers would reap the benefits without intervening.
But, in reality, was there really so greenhorn who went straight for it?
“Gate Organization, Blood Spirit Association, you certainly have the audacity.”
On the other side, in a similarly hidden corner, the Black Peacock in a black wide-brimd hat suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp and deep.
“What does that an!”
He unconsciously turned his head to look not far away, where there was also a pair of scarlet eyes looking at him. Their eyes t.
As if to say, “I didn’t do it…”
At the sa ti, outside the circular plaza, from the shadows.
The power of Gate Organization and Blood Spirit Association, who had been waiting since the morning, heard the sound of an explosion from inside.
“Cough, cough, cough, what’s happening?”
In the darkness, a man with three knives hanging from his waist turned flush, coughing and frowning as he asked.
“An unforeseen situation has occurred.”
Next to him, Purple General, always droopy-eyed and listless, abruptly opened both eyes: “The plan can’t keep up with the changes…”
“Let’s take action directly!”
“Action!” Ghost Knife slightly furrowed his brow and agreed.
Suddenly, silhouettes flashed through the originally narrow and quiet alley nearby, and the hurried sound of footsteps gradually spread.
In the Tulip Antiques Exhibition, in the eting hall.
A man in a black tailcoat ca out of the secluded shadow. He was slim and thin, his skin white as a corpse. He wore a hat, and skull-length strands of hair were red, the color of fresh blood.
“Lotus…”
The spectacles of the black peacock reflected a slight light. He looked at this temporary collaborator: “Soone made a move before us…”
Lotus walked slowly, his voice frosty, seemingly not carrying any warmth: “So, I’m also making my move.”
The foot he stepped out was on the hard ground, and suddenly a large amount of blood-like thick fluid gushed out from inside his trouser legs.
It wrapped around his feet and then snaked up like a creeper. To his calves, thighs, torso, and hands.
Even to his head, eventually.
In an instant, Lotus turned into a bizarre bloody creature. He took another step forward, and more blood gushed out from inside his body, ridiculously secreting it on the surface. This fluid with a special sweet and stale fragrance accumulated more and more, layering up like armor. It made his slender body swell.
In the space of a few breaths.
He had turned into a bloody armored figure, two and a half ters tall.
The surface was coated like rubber, and the blood vessel-like things at the joints were exposed, the thickness of a thumb. The contours at the edges of the shoulders were fierce, strangely revealing shark-like sharp spikes.
The Cupan Magic Box, he had to get it!!!
Bang!
The marble ground suddenly collapsed, forming a spider web-like crack. The blood armor person transford by the Blood Spirit Association president Lotus disappeared from the spot, jumping down from the top. The terrifying acceleration turned into a red afterimage, like a shell.
He violently rushed forward, and the indoor airflow transmitted a supersonic boom. Lotus grabbed the Cupan Magic Box on the high platform in one swoop.
The process was incredibly easy.
The attackers rushing in from the wall hole outside were still halfway through, and the security personnel near the high platform were knocked away one by one.
The Cupan Magic Box just like that.Taken so easily?
Before everyone could react.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire platform underwent a violent explosion, as if many high explosives had been buried underneath. Terrifying, orangey-red flas engulfed and exploded outwards, carrying with them the thick scent of gunpowder and an intense heat.
The flas rged together to form a mushroom-like shape – they devoured nearly half of the eting hall in an instant.
The silhouette of the Blood Armor Man was naturally swallowed the by spectacle and vanished without a trace. This seems to be a preditated trap!
“Hahaha, they’ve finally been baited out, the Blood Spirit Association!”
Suddenly, outside of the giant hole occupying most of the wall, two strong figures burst in with an intimidating aura. The one in front was an old man dressed in white martial arts attire, with white hair and a face flushed red. Behind him was a burly man with grey and white hair, his bronze arms were as muscular as cent piles.
The so-called terrorists who had just attacked the eting hall with rocket grenades each paused in their actions, respectfully standing to one side.
That’s right, this was all a pre-planned charade.
It was personally approved by Tom, the Gate Master of Yun Quan Fist. They were willing to destroy half of the exhibition hall and sacrifice the reputation of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition. What all secret martial artists vie for is face.
They intentionally set a trap, a fishing law enforcent strategy. Quietly waiting for the mischievous forces with ulterior motives towards this Tulip Antiques Exhibition to take the bait. The two were hoping the Blood Spirit Association would not have the patience to hold back.
In reality, that was exactly the case.
The white-haired old man, Auro, looked at the raging inferno, his face slightly heated from the hot air. His gaze shifted towards the circular seats, where about one-fifth of the audience still remained seated. So were frightened, almost scared to the point of urination. Others, however, maintained an unfathomable calmness like they were waiting for sothing to happen, seemingly undisturbed by the recent events.
“Master, there are undoubtedly remnants of the Blood Spirit Association hidden among these people. Why don’t we hold all of them and interrogate each one by one?”
The old man with white hair replied indifferently with a cold gaze. The disciples of Yun Quan Fist are not afraid of these so-called upper-class people. After all, they are only inspecting, not kidnapping for a ransom.
“Hmm, arrest all those who stand out from the crowd, without letting a single one escape. We must interrogate each and every one of them properly.” The burly man with grey and white hair shifted his gaze, an unfamiliar box appeared in his hands – a material that looked like gold but not gold, looked like wood but not wood.
It was undoubtedly the Cupan Magic Box!
“This object must be quite valuable, it has significant use…”
“Those who wish to own this box certainly know its uses.” Tom, the Gate Master of Yun Quan Fist, slightly squeezed the box. It appeared effortless, but he applied a trendous amount of force. Even if it were an ordinary steel box, it would be distorted and deford under his grip.
However, the Cupan Magic Box showed no reaction at all. With the sunlight shining from behind, the surface of the magic box shimred with purple and green hues.
It presented an eerie allure, a sense of enchanting yet sinister temptation.
“Seal off the entire area! No one is to leave!”
Auro loudly commanded, and soon, a large group of Yun Quan Fist disciples appeared from all directions, assisting the onsite security personnel to entirely block off the Tulip Antiques Exhibition Hall. Along with the many individuals stationed on the periter of the circular plaza.
The power of the lower echelons of the Yun Quan Fist is incredibly formidable.
Just the fist-artists of a visible level numbered seven or eight, each exuding a formidable aura, along with nurous gunners equipped with heavy firepower.
They encircled the building in the manner of wrapped dumplings.
“A bunch of rats hiding in dark corners, finally caught all at once!” Auro’s face expressed an anger that he had seed to suppress for a long ti, as if he intended to take action personally. A group of Yun Quan Fist disciples followed behind him, each equipped with firearms, exuding an oppressive aura.
Before they could act, footsteps ca from the burning platform. Auro, realizing sothing, looked towards the source of the sounds in disbelief, his fists clenched instinctively.
In the bright yellow flas, a figure slowly erged.
It was charred all over, barely resembling a human form. Multiple holes were blasted onto it by the explosion, the crackling sound of burning grease could be heard.
But this monster didn’t die. It seed to have a shattered potion bottle clenched in its claw, as bits of glass fell through its fingers onto the ground.
“Hahaha… I knew you wouldn’t be so easily killed by an explosion!” A dark figure appeared off in the distance, looking similar to a bat.
The Black Peacock appeared near the platform at so point, his aura radiating around him, his gaze fixated on a secluded corner.
“What’s the matter? Are you too scared to show yourself?”
“Hold your tongue, it should be you who is afraid…”
From within the crowd, three strong and upright figures stood up.
Their Qi surged like raging waves.
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