139: Chapter 44 gasgasgas 139: Chapter 44 gasgasgas The chess player was montarily confused.
Shiyu Lianyi had arrived just in ti, which was entirely beyond his expectations.
He had taken sufficient precautions beforehand.
Even if Shiyu Lianyi received the distress signal, he shouldn’t have been able to make it in ti.
So then, why…!
“Strange and curious!
The Skeleton kills Red Lion, Wing obstructs Shiyu, isn’t it all part of the plan?”
How could I possibly have devised such a strategy?
The Wing of Death and Shiyu Lianyi are simply incomparable!
They are not on the sa level as chess pieces!
The Skeleton and his underlings should have been able to ensure Kardesia’s exit from the stage–that was the expected developnt.
Everything was ready, yet why?
“A perfect arrangent without faults?
If there’s a slip-up, surely it’s Qiluo’s doing.”
I had confird it earlier.
Dust Explosion had entered according to plan, and Shiyu Lianyi’s mobile phone only received a single ssage.
“Ah!
To deceive others, yet to be deceived by the illusion!”
…!
Was it two ssages?
A distress signal as the cover, concealing the true intention…
I see, that’s why that car appeared!
·
Fixed Wing District, garden villa.
“Good afternoon, Mo.
I hope you can give an answer, was it you who orchestrated this commotion?”
Mo Yuankai stared blankly at the television screen, not responding to the call on his phone.
It took the reminder from the middle-aged man on the other end for him to awaken as if from a dream and say,
“Good afternoon, Principal.
You might not believe it, but my car left the garage on its own and joined the big brawl in the Central District.”
Anger was obvious in Onowell’s voice.
“Do you think I’m so old that I’d believe such a lie?”
“…You know , Principal, it’s the truth.”
·
Just before she was interrupted by Dust Explosion, Qiluo sent two commands.
Both were directed at Shiyu Lianyi’s mobile phone.
The first, on the surface, was her crafted distress ssage.
The second, hidden beneath, used an app previously installed to remotely summon a sports car with unexpectedly nurous utilities.
“Red teor, now switching to automated driving mode.
The loss of the networking module detected, using the built-in map for navigation.
If there are any route planning errors, please correct them manually at any ti.
Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts and be ready to use the built-in weapons at any mont.
A friendly reminder, please be careful of food residues when eating in the vehicle.”
The bright red sports car weaved swiftly through the traffic, its car AI continuously emitting monotone chanical prompt sounds, which Kardesia didn’t heed a single word of.
She was drying her hat with a slow fla while intently watching the young man driving.
In Shiyu Lianyi’s hand was a sharply pointed dagger.
“Title is the Skeleton, located near the Wing District.
Appearance is a muscular man with a black outfit and a skull mask, commonly uses chanical arms and exoskeleton armor,” he listed the enemy’s features one by one, “Is there anything else to add?”
The blonde girl imdiately responded, “His real na is John Garcia.
Underneath the skull mask is a rotten face, and on top of that, he has a garbage personality.
It’s been two minutes since you…
transferred?
The Skeleton’s ability, Lianyi.”
“One minute left, which is plenty.” The dagger danced nimbly on his fingertips.
“Kardesia, I suggest you close your eyes…”
The blonde girl grinned, her smile more a grimace than an expression of joy.
He frowned in frustration, repeating the Skeleton’s real na in his mind.
(John Garcia.)
Real na, ability, title, appearance, personality; such copious information was enough to build a bridge of minds.
It took him only ten seconds to sense the distant enemy.
(I’ve found you.)
He said in his mind, regardless of the enemy’s response.
(Disable your ability or die; you have thirty seconds to decide.)
Shiyu Lianyi positioned the tip of the blade against his throat, releasing the suppression on his self-destructive will.
The blade sliced across the skin, opening the carotid artery, blood splashing against the car window, his voice wailed like the wind, chilling and sharp!
Amidst the grisly scene, the young man in the suit remained calm.
“The cost is accepting a curse, the return is to synchronize the curse.”
·
Wing District, headquarters of the Wing of Death.
No sooner had the Skeleton reached the safety house than he groaned, blood spouting from his neck, dying his subordinates’ faces a startling bloody red.
Panic ensued among the black-clad n, many letting out cries of terror.
The guards shielded their leader, firing into the empty air.
The Skeleton, clutching his wound, cried out manically, “dics!!”
·
“The cost is a day’s mory, the return is that a fatal wound ceases to bleed within a second.”
A small price paid for a negligible outco.
Just for a second, a deadly injury turned into a harmless wound.
On this basis, the cost of healing also shifted accordingly.
“The cost is ten minutes of mory, the return is healing an innocuous wound.”
The second had passed, the wound on Shiyu Lianyi healed as good as new.
With the fatal injury nonexistent, the blood could no longer flow out.
He was the creator of the Curse Scale trade.
He understood the malice of this power better than anyone, and he knew exactly how to exploit loopholes in the deal.
—He was both the fool who traded with the devil and the devil who set up the Curse Scale.
Shiyu Lianyi casually moved his neck, now pale from significant blood loss, directed the small knife towards his right wrist, and thought to himself,
(Twenty-five seconds left, now for the right hand.)
The dagger plunged down again.
·
The Skeleton’s screams terrified everyone; as soon as the neck wound began to be treated, blood gushed from his right wrist!
The spectacle was indescribably horrifying and wicked: the usually ruthless leader was helpless against this attack; his blood sprayed everywhere, life flowing out with it as if an invisible specter had possessed him, clawing away his flesh!
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