Chapter 71 Fu Qingyang: This Trash!!
Was I being followed by the Dionysus Club? This… to be able to evade my senses, it would have to be at least Sovereign-level. Mr. Bill felt a chill in his heart, but he didn’t panic too much.

He even instantly understood the entire sequence of events. The Dionysus Club, ostensibly low-key and hidden, had actually been secretly watching him for a long time. Perhaps he had been targeted the day he was attacked.

The Drunkards wanted to find the President through him, and the President had long anticipated that this meeting today was the President using him as bait.

Choosing the CBD area in the early hours of the morning was precisely because there were no residential buildings nearby. Even if they fought, ordinary people wouldn't be accidentally injured, so there was no need to worry about their morality points being cleared.

“Want to finish the steak?”

The President, wearing a half-silver mask, suddenly pointed to the plate in front of Bill, where there was half a steak he hadn't finished.

What kind of time is this, and you still have the mind to pay attention to steak? The little soul inside Mr. Bill’s body roared, but on the surface, he was being obsequious:

“No, I’m not eating anymore…”

The President nodded, picked up the plate with one hand, and pressed down on Bill's shoulder with the other.

Bill's eyes blurred, and he found himself outside the restaurant. Looking around, the entire CBD area was pitch black, as if someone had cut off the power.

The President raised his head and looked at the rooftop of the office building diagonally across the street, saying casually:

“Is it just you, a Chaotic Sovereign? Any reinforcements? If you have any, come out quickly. It’s almost dawn, and I need to bring breakfast for my wife.”

Bill hurriedly raised his head and saw a tall figure standing on the top of the hundred-story office building. It was a burly old man with a patterned scarf around his neck and a wide-brimmed, high-crowned felt hat. The top of the hat was dented downwards, and silver hair was visible at the edge.

He wore jeans with a holster strapped to his thigh, and a silver, large-caliber pistol was inserted into the holster.

He had rough features, deep-set eyes, and silver stubble around his mouth.

“Cowboy Locke?”

Bill's expression changed slightly.

As a Saint of the Merchant Guild, he subconsciously spoke the Sovereign's title. Cowboy Locke, one of the Dionysus Club’s three peak Sovereigns.

His main tool was a pistol. It was said that anyone targeted by him would die by his gun.

His bullets never missed, each shot taking a life. Even Sovereigns of the same realm could only take a beating when facing the dark muzzle.

“Of course it’s not just me,” the old cowboy on the rooftop said calmly, “The three of us are here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bill heard the soft sound of high heels coming from the left side of the street. Looking in the direction of the sound, a tall, graceful figure walked slowly.

This was an extremely beautiful woman, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, black leather pants, and a short leather jacket. The jacket's zipper was open, revealing an extremely sexy and enchanting waist, as well as a rule-breaking bust wrapped in a white tube top.

She had short brown hair, neat and tidy, and carried a small keg of wine. Her light green eyes were hazy with drunkenness, charming and alluring.

Drunkard Fannie. Mr. Bill’s scalp tingled a little.

Compared to Cowboy Locke, Fannie’s reputation was smaller, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t strong. Rather, her name suited her – Fannie was a drunkard. She was either drinking or sleeping drunk.

She rarely caused trouble, because in the eyes of this female drunkard, nothing in the world mattered except wine.

Drunkard Fannie’s favorite saying was, “Sages of old have all been lonely, only drinkers have their names preserved.” It was said that she would recite this line wherever she went to show off her style.

There were very few records about her in the major organizations. The most famous incident was a few years ago when Drunkard Fannie stayed in a small town for half a month, drinking herself into a stupor. The breath she exhaled made the people in the entire town drunk and comatose, causing a huge disaster.

Drunkard Annie’s morality points were cleared because of this, her location was made public, and she was hunted down by the high-level members of various orderly organizations. In the end, she had to escape into the forbidden area of the Deep Abyss Church and self-seal herself to barely save her life.

“Hehehe…”

A cold laugh came from the right side. Bill turned his head and saw a shadowy figure appearing out of nowhere. He was wearing a black cloak, wrapping his body tightly.

The cloak's hood was lowered, making it impossible to see his face.

This should be ‘The Chaotic One’, Leiter. Bill swallowed hard.

To deal with the President, the Dionysus Club's three peak Sovereigns had come out in full force.

“Sages of old have all been lonely, only drinkers have their names preserved.”

Fannie recited a line of poetry with a clumsy pronunciation, then took a sip from the wine barrel. Her voice was soft and carried a hint of hoarseness:

“President, you should stay in the East. We won’t make things difficult for you. Why get involved in the conflict between the Club and the Merchant Guild?”

The man in the pure black suit lingered over Fannie's hot figure for a while, and clicked his tongue: “For you to cross half the globe to see me, beautiful lady.”

Fannie’s drunken eyes froze for a moment, and she emphasized, “I’m here to kill you.”

“You don’t understand!” The President stroked the silver mask on his face and smiled, “The Light Compass’s prophecy is being fulfilled. The war between order and evil is about to break out in full scale, and I can no longer remain aloof.”

This President actually had such fluent foreign language skills.

“Don’t waste words with him, attack.” The old cowboy Locke pulled out his large pistol and fired two shots.

Before Bill could react, he heard two explosions behind him. He turned his head in confusion and saw two craters appearing behind him and the President.

What happened? He was a little confused and didn't react for a moment.

But soon, he understood.

Cowboy Locke's bullets hit them the moment he fired. Normal bullets have a trajectory and need to fly, but Cowboy Locke's bullets were the opposite. This was a reversal of the rules. It was a Sovereign-level Drunkard's skill.

That's why Locke's bullets never missed.

And the President easily defused Cowboy Locke's attack. The President was using the Void profession's signature skill – Stealth!

The effect… and it was Specialized Stealth, easily creating something similar to "sliding shoes."

“Attack together!”

The Chaotic One Leiter, wearing a black cloak, stretched out his right hand. His right hand was completely inverted, palm facing up and back of the hand facing down, like a doll with its parts put together incorrectly.

That inverted hand squeezed hard.

In an instant, the world turned upside down. The sky was below, the ground was above, and everything around was chaotic and distorted.

Bill felt dizzy and instinctively wanted to use skills to escape, but found that he had forgotten how to use them.

He watched helplessly as the old cowboy's gun spat flames, watching the Drunkard Fannie spew a mouthful of strong wine at them.

At this moment, the President threw the steak in his hand at the Chaotic One Leiter and laughed:

“Don’t fight and kill. How about we do a business deal? I sell you the steak, and you sell me your skill. I think it’s a good deal.”

As these words fell, the inverted and chaotic world instantly returned to normal.

Bill saw the President stretch out his right hand and squeeze hard in the direction of Cowboy Locke across the street.

“Bang, bang!”

Cowboy Locke's body was torn apart and exploded into three sections.

The rules were reversed. He was hit by his own bullets.

The President didn't look at Cowboy Locke's remains. He raised the small wine barrel in his hand and caught the incoming wine.

The wine mist was completely collected into the barrel.

Fannie’s wine barrel had been snatched away by the President at some point.

“Give it back!” The drunkenness in Fannie’s eyes immediately dissipated, and she rushed over.

“Banish!” The President raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, the beautiful woman who had already arrived in front of him disappeared.

“Banish, banish!” The President snapped his fingers twice, and the Chaotic One Leiter and Cowboy Locke’s remains disappeared one after another.

But soon, the three peak Sovereigns reappeared. They reversed the rules and returned to the bustling metropolis.

Cowboy Locke even returned to his original state, resurrected from the dead.

“Banish!”

“Banish!”

“Banish!”

The President snapped his fingers continuously, and the three peak Sovereigns returned to the metropolis again and again, but were banished again and again.

The scene fell into a bizarre and ridiculous stalemate.

After an unknown amount of time, after another banishment, the three peak Sovereigns never reappeared.

Mr. Bill looked around,

Both surprised and in awe: “President, where did you banish them to?”

“I don’t know, just randomly throwing them around.” The President picked up the wine barrel and took a sip, his body staggering, and he grimaced: “This alcohol is really damn strong.”

He casually threw away this Sovereign-level item, as if he were throwing away trash, and said:

“Bill, the show has only just begun.”

You can watch the show yourself, can you send me away? As soon as Bill heard this, he knew that things were not over. He huddled close to the President like a little chick, looking around vigilantly.

At this moment, he discovered an abnormality. The light bulbs of the streetlights on the side of the street had changed direction at some point, facing the sky.

The traffic lights and surveillance cameras had also changed direction.

This change was still happening quietly. As time went on, the changes gradually intensified. The upright things like the towering buildings, green trees, and cars were all distorted to some extent.

Buildings tilted, trees stood upside down, cars overturned, and trash cans floated in the air.

And in the deep night sky, an identical city rose, like a mirrored world.

The two cities slowly merged, and finally even the sky disappeared. Bill looked around. Under his feet was a flat street, and above his head was also a flat street. He could jump up and land on the roof of a building, and on his side was a tilted office building. He could walk on the wall as if walking on flat ground.

“The Twisted Realm!”

The President’s voice came from his ear: “That big boss’s rule-type item, tsk tsk, Bill, we can’t escape. I just tried it, and teleportation doesn’t work. When the two worlds completely merge, our bodies will be twisted, die, and return to Lingjing.”

“Then, what do we do?” Bill’s face turned pale.

“What can deal with rule-type items is, of course, rule-type items.” The President laughed loudly, “Bill, let me show you the highest level of items in the Void profession!”

As he spoke, a ray of golden light bloomed under their feet, and then the ground cracked open. A golden sapling broke out of the ground and grew rapidly.

In an instant, it grew into a towering tree hundreds of feet tall, with a thick trunk, lush branches, and layers of canopy.

Among the lush branches and leaves, hung pieces of golden shining items, swords, spears, halberds, pots, bottles, jewelry, clothing, appliances, cosmetics, hundreds of items in total.

As soon as this divine tree appeared, the fusion of the two worlds came to an abrupt halt, like a stuck gear.

Bill’s heart pounded wildly, and he felt a strong desire and envy. The Merchant’s DNA was moving.

He stared blankly at this divine tree full of items, forgetting for a moment that he was in a dangerous situation.

“Humph!”

A cold snort came from the endless heights of the void.

Immediately afterward, the Twisted Realm began to operate again, descending inch by inch, and the divine tree that supported the two worlds gradually broke, and the items hanging on the canopy exploded one by one.

The Twisted Realm also cracked with crystal-like fissures.

Both rule-type items were damaged.

Bill looked heartbroken and turned his head, seeing the President’s mouth twitching in distress.

“How long are you going to wait?” The President roared.

As he spoke, the whole world shook with a rumble, and a sword light that penetrated the sky and earth, as powerful as a comet, pierced through this world, leaving only a vast expanse of white brilliance between heaven and earth.

Bill felt a pain in his eyes and closed them, blood and tears streaming down.

He was blind.

Just by looking at that light, his eyes were scorched blind by the sword energy.

He heard countless loud noises of glass shattering, and then he felt a weight on his shoulder. It was the President taking him into Stealth.

While that brilliant sword light pierced through the Twisted Realm, it also pierced through the divine tree.

The Twisted Realm shattered with a bang, and the items hanging on the divine tree turned into dense meteor showers, shooting in all directions and disappearing into the sky.

“Damn it!” Looking at the items scattered between heaven and earth, the President’s expression changed drastically.

“Damn it…” An angry roar came from the Void, from the big boss of the Dionysus Club.

“I missed…”

Finally, there was a cold, dignified, yet soft and pleasant voice.

Dawn.

Fu Qingyang was awakened by an urgent phone call. He got up and went to his desk, picked up his cell phone.

The screen showed that the caller was Elder Gou.

Fu Qingyang answered the phone, “You rarely call me so early in the morning.”

Elder Gou’s tone was solemn: “Something happened.”

“The ambush failed?” Fu Qingyang asked.

“It succeeded, but it caused an even bigger problem.” Elder Gou said: “The Marshal shattered that President’s Myriad Treasure Tree, and hundreds of items are scattered outside.”

Fu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

It would inevitably create “superpowered” individuals, and these superpowered individuals were not bound by morality points. Imagine, what would a normal person do if they suddenly gained superpowers? Commit crimes!

And some items, possessing self-awareness, they don’t even need a holder. They themselves will affect the surrounding creatures according to their characteristics.

According to the law of karma for morality points, these sins would be shared by the initiators – the Marshal, the President, and the big boss of the Dionysus Club.

These three demigods would be wanted by Lingjing in the near future.

According to the mechanism that the higher the level, the higher the reward, it was likely that all the demigods in the world would come to Songhai to hunt them down.

“This trash!” Fu Qingyang gritted his teeth:

“I said long ago that her sword energy is too murderous, and its destructive power has reached its peak. Next, she should change from Yang to Yin, and restrain her edge.”

All she knows is to eat sweets and read comics all day long.

Trash!

Elder Gou said in a low voice:

“Now is not the time to complain. Headquarters has notified us to immediately mobilize all manpower to collect those scattered items. Before the Marshal’s morality points are cleared, resolve this matter. In five minutes, the Grand Elder will convene a meeting of the Ten Elders. Prepare yourself.”