Was I being followed by the Dionysus Club? This, able to evade my senses, must at least be the work of Sovereign-level individuals. Mr. Bill felt a chill in his heart, but he wasn't overly alarmed.
He even instantly grasped the crux of the whole affair. The Dionysus Club appeared to be lying low, but in reality, they had been secretly watching him all along. Perhaps he had been marked the day he was attacked.
The drunks wanted to find the Chairman through him, and the Chairman had foreseen this, today's meeting was a bait to lure out the fish.
Choosing the CBd area at dawn was precisely because there were no residential buildings nearby, so even if a fight broke out, it wouldn't harm ordinary people, and there was no need to worry about moral points being cleared.
"Are you still eating the steak?"
The Chairman, wearing a half-silver mask, suddenly pointed to the plate in front of Bill, where there was half a steak he had left unfinished.
What time is it, and you're still concerned about steak? The little soul inside Mr. Bill was roaring, but on the surface, he was submissive:
"No, I'm not eating anymore..."
The Chairman nodded, picked up the plate with one hand, and pressed down on Bill's shoulder with the other.
Bill's vision blurred, and he found himself outside the restaurant. Looking around, the entire CBd area was pitch black, as if the power had been cut off.
The Chairman raised his head, looked at the office building across the street at an angle, and said casually:
"Is it just you, a Chaotic Sovereign? Are there any reinforcements? If so, come out quickly, it's almost dawn, and I need to bring breakfast for my wife."
Bill quickly 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 printed square scarf around his neck, wearing a wide-brimmed, high-crowned felt hat with a dent in the top and silver hair showing around the edges.
He was wearing jeans with a holster strapped to his thigh, and a large-caliber silver pistol was inserted in the holster.
He had a rugged face, deep-set eyes, and a circle of silver stubble around his mouth.
"Cowboy Locke?"
Bill's expression changed slightly.
As a Saint of the Merchant Guild, he subconsciously uttered the title of this Sovereign, Cowboy Locke, one of the three peak Sovereigns of the Dionysus Club.
His main item was a pistol, and 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 nonchalantly, "The three of us are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bill heard the faint sound of high heels from the left side of the street. Looking in the direction of the sound, a tall and graceful figure walked slowly.
This was an extremely glamorous woman, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, black leather pants, and a short leather jacket. The zipper of the jacket was open, revealing an extremely sexy and alluring hourglass waist, as well as her gravity-defying breasts covered by a white tube top.
She had short brown hair, neat and tidy, and was carrying a small wine barrel. Her light green eyes were hazy with intoxication, charming and alluring.
"Drunkard Vannie." Mr. Bill's scalp tingled.
Compared to Cowboy Locke, Vannie's reputation was smaller, but that didn't mean she wasn't strong. Rather, she lived up to her name. Vannie was a drunkard, either drinking or sleeping drunk.
She rarely caused trouble because, in the eyes of this female drunkard, nothing in the world was worth mentioning except for alcohol.
Drunkard Vannie's favorite saying was "Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names." It was said that she would recite it wherever she went to show off her style.
In various organizations, there were very few records of her deeds. The most famous incident was a few years ago when Drunkard Vannie stayed in a small town for half a month, drinking herself into a stupor. The breath she exhaled made everyone in the town drunk and comatose, causing a huge disaster.
Drunkard Annie's moral points were cleared as a result, her location was made public, and she was hunted down by high-level members of various orderly organizations. In the end, she had no choice but to escape into the forbidden area of the Abyss Church and self-seal herself, barely saving her life.
"Hehehe..."
A sneering sound came from the right. Bill turned his head and saw a wisp of shadow appearing out of nowhere. He was wearing a black cloak, wrapping his body tightly.
The hood of the cloak was lowered, making it impossible to see his face.
This should be 'Chaotic' Latte Bill swallowed hard, To deal with the Chairman, the Dionysus Club sent out its three peak Sovereigns.
"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names."
Vannie recited a line of poetry with a clumsy pronunciation, and then raised her wine barrel to take a sip. Her voice was soft and charming, with a hint of hoarseness:
"Chairman, if you stay in the East, we won't make things difficult for you. Why bother getting involved in the conflict between the Club and the Merchant Guild?"
The man in the pure black suit lingered on Vannie's curvaceous figure for a while, clicking his tongue and saying, "It's an honor for you to cross half the earth to see me, beautiful girl."
Vannie's intoxicated eyes froze for a moment, and she emphasized, "I'm here to kill you."
"You don't understand!" The Chairman stroked the silver mask on his face and smiled, "The prophecy of the Compass of Light has come true. The war between Order and Chaos is about to break out in full swing. I can no longer remain aloof."
This Chairman actually had such fluent foreign language skills.
"Don't waste your breath on him, attack." The old cowboy Locke drew his large pistol and fired two shots.
Before Bill could react, he heard two loud explosions behind him. He looked back blankly and saw two meteorite craters behind him and the Chairman.
What happened? He was a little confused and didn't react for a moment.
But soon, he understood.
Cowboy Locke's bullets had already 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's a skill of the Sovereign-level drunks.
That's why Locke's bullets never missed.
And the Chairman easily defused Cowboy Locke's attack. The Chairman used the signature skill of the Void profession - Stealth!
Effect. And it's a specialist-level stealth, easily creating a similar "sliding shoes"
"Attack together!"
The Chaotic Latte, wearing a black cloak, extended his right hand. His right hand was completely inverted, with the palm facing up and the back of the hand facing down, like a child putting together a doll incorrectly.
That inverted hand gripped 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 his skills to escape, but he found that he had forgotten how to use them.
He watched helplessly as the old cowboy's gun spat out flames and as the Drunkard Vannie spewed a mouthful of spirits at them.
At this moment, the Chairman threw the steak in his hand at the Chaotic Latte and laughed:
"Don't fight and kill, how about we do a business deal? I'll sell you the steak, and you sell me your skill. I think it's a good deal."
As soon as he finished speaking, the inverted and chaotic world instantly returned to normal.
Bill saw the Chairman extend his right hand and clench it hard towards Cowboy Locke across the street.
"Bang, bang!"
Cowboy Locke's body shattered into pieces, exploding into three sections.
The rules were reversed, and he was hit by the bullet he fired.
The Chairman didn't look at Cowboy Locke's remains. He raised the small wine barrel in his hand and used it to catch the spray of alcohol.
The alcohol mist was completely absorbed into the barrel. ~~
Vannie's wine barrel had been snatched by the Chairman at some point.
"Give it back to me!" The intoxication in Vannie's eyes immediately dissipated, and she rushed over.
"Banish!" The Chairman raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The next second, the glamorous woman who had already arrived disappeared.
"Banish, banish!" The Chairman snapped his fingers twice in a row, and the Chaotic Latte 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 Chairman snapped his fingers continuously, and the three peak Sovereigns returned to the metropolis time and time again, but they were banished again and again.
The scene fell into a strange and comical stalemate.
After an unknown amount of time, after another banishment, the three peak Sovereigns never reappeared.
Mr. Bill looked around,
Both surprised and admiring: "Chairman, where did you banish them to?"
"I don't know, just randomly throwing them away." The Chairman picked up the wine barrel, took a sip, and staggered. He grimaced and said, "The alcohol is really strong."
He threw away this Sovereign-level item as if it were trash, saying:
"Bill, the show has 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 Chairman like a little chick, looking around vigilantly.
At this moment, he noticed something strange. The light bulbs of the streetlights had changed direction at some point, facing the sky.
The traffic lights and surveillance cameras had also changed direction.
This change was still quietly taking place. As time went on, the change gradually intensified. The upright things such as the towering buildings, green trees, and cars were all distorted to some extent.
Buildings were tilted, plants were upside down, cars were overturned, and trash cans were floating in mid-air.
And in the deep night sky, an identical city rose up, like a mirror world.
The two cities slowly merged. In the end, 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 to the rooftop of a building, and beside him was a tilted office building. He could walk on the wall as if walking on flat ground.
"The Twisted Realm!"
The Chairman's voice came from his ear: "That big boss's rule-based item, tsk tsk, Bill, we can't escape. I just tried, and teleportation doesn't work. When the two worlds completely merge, our bodies will be twisted, die, and return to the Spirit Realm."
"Then, what do we do?" Bill's face turned pale.
"The only thing that can deal with rule-based items is, of course, rule-based items." The Chairman laughed, "Bill, let me show you the highest level of items in the Void profession!"
As he spoke, a golden light bloomed under their feet, and then the ground cracked open, and a golden seedling emerged from the ground, growing 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, hundreds of items emitting golden light were hanging, including knives, guns, swords, halberds, pots, bottles, jewelry, clothing, home appliances, and cosmetics.
As soon as this divine tree appeared, the fusion of the two worlds came to an abrupt stop, like gears that were stuck.
Bill's heart was pounding 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 danger.
"Humph!"
A cold snort came from the void at an infinite height. ~~
Immediately afterward, the Twisted Realm began to operate again, descending inch by inch. The divine tree supporting the two worlds was broken little by little, and the items hanging on the canopy exploded one by one.
The Twisted Realm also burst out with crystal-like cracks.
Both rule-based items were damaged.
Bill had a pained expression on his face. He turned his head and saw that the Chairman's mouth was also twitching in distress.
"How long are you going to wait?" The Chairman roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire world shook violently. A sword light that pierced the sky and the earth like a comet pierced through this world. In the world, there was only a vast expanse of white light.
Bill's eyes hurt, and he closed his eyes, with blood and tears streaming down.
He was blind.
He was blinded by the sword energy just by looking at that light.
He heard countless loud crashes of glass shattering. Then, he felt a weight on his shoulder, which was the Chairman taking him into stealth.
While that majestic 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 a dense meteor shower, shooting in all directions and disappearing into the sky.
"Damn it!" The Chairman's expression changed drastically as he looked at the items scattered in the sky.
"Damn it!" A roar of anger came from the big boss of the Dionysus Club in the void.
"I missed..."
Finally, there was a cold, dignified, and yet soft and melodious voice.
Dawn.
Fu Qingyang was awakened by a rapid phone call. He got up, got out of bed, came to his desk, and picked up his phone.
The screen showed that the caller was Dog Elder.
Fu Qingyang answered the phone, "You rarely call me early in the morning."
Dog Elder's tone was grave: "Something happened."
"The ambush failed?" Fu Qingyang asked.
"It succeeded, but it caused a bigger problem." Dog Elder said, "The Marshal shattered that Chairman's Myriad Treasure Tree, and hundreds of items are scattered outside."
Fu Qingyang was stunned for a moment. He immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
It would inevitably create 'superpowers'. These superpowers were not bound by moral values. Just imagine, what would a normal person do if they suddenly gained superpowers? Commit crimes!
And some items, with self-awareness, don't even need a holder. They themselves will affect the surrounding creatures according to their characteristics.
According to the law of causality of moral values, these sins will be shared by the instigators - the Marshal, the Chairman, and the big boss of the Dionysus Club.
These three demigods will be wanted by the Spirit Realm in the near future.
According to the mechanism of higher levels and higher rewards, it is highly likely that demigods from all over the world will come to Songhai to hunt them down.
"This trash!" Fu Qingyang gritted his teeth:
"I said long ago that her sword energy has too much killing intent and its destructive power has reached its peak. Next, it should turn from Yang to Yin, and restrain its sharpness."
All she knows is to eat sweets and read comics all day long.
Trash!
Dog Elder 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 and resolve this matter before the Marshal's moral values are cleared. In five minutes, the Grand Elder will convene a meeting of the Ten Elders. Get ready."
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Chapter 71 Fu Qingyang: This Trash!!