pjbooks Chapter 253... expired?
Chapter 253... expired?
Chen Yifan straightened his collar and grinned at Li Yuantu.
"Young Master Li, are these insects expired?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the meeting room plummeted.
All eyes turned to Chen Yifan.
The edges of the medical tape on the right side of Li Yuantu's face showed blue scales twitching violently with anger.
His vertical pupils shrank to the size of needles as he stared intently at the oblivious follower.
"You're asking for death! Who gave you the right to speak here?!"
Without warning, Li Yuantu made a move.
He didn't care about the slightest bit of decorum; his wide purple robe fluttered even without wind.
With his five fingers forming claws, his nails instantly extended into several-inch-long, jet-black blades, heading straight for Chen Yifan's throat.
This attack was accompanied by a bloody stench and was so fast that even those nearby didn't have time to stop it.
Wang Fugui instinctively tried to raise his arm to block, but Chen Yifan pressed him down on the spot.
Chen Yifan didn't even blink as the claws approached.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a half-step forward with his left foot, and his mental energy was instantly compressed in his mind.
It was no longer an all-encompassing pressure, but rather a thin, invisible needle that pierced deeply into the opponent's brow and mind, following the trajectory of Li Yuantu's violently released spiritual energy.
External spiritual power technique: Piercing God.
"Well!"
A tearing pain shot through Li Yuantu's brain, causing his forward momentum to come to a fatal halt.
The spiritual energy gathered throughout his body dissipated like a deflated balloon.
Taking advantage of the opponent's forward momentum, Chen Yifan flipped his wrist and accurately grabbed Li Yuantu's pulse point, then pulled him to the side and back, subtly tapping his toes on the opponent's shinbone.
boom!
The arrogant first in line to succeed the leader of the Beijing branch couldn't even break through the solid marble floor. He ended up face down, lying in a very disheveled state in front of the Jiangcheng branch's seats.
That posture looked exactly like someone kowtowing.
The meeting room was completely silent.
Old K's eye twitched.
Mu Wanqing picked up the cold tea in front of her and took a slow, deliberate sip.
"I was in a hurry to come out, so the gift might be... Young Master Li, I can't accept such a generous gift."
Chen Yifan patted off non-existent dust and looked down at the people on the ground.
"I'm going to skin you alive!"
A chilling roar exploded from deep within Li Yuantu's throat.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he had completely lost his mind.
His purple robe was torn, and large patches of blue scales covered his back and neck.
The temperature around them plummeted, and even the surface of the polished ancient wooden table was covered with a layer of pale frost.
Alienation and rampage.
Click.
A very slight, crisp sound.
Uncle Fu appeared at the table at some point, his inconspicuous black cane lightly tapping the marble floor.
There was no earthquake, nor any dazzling light.
Just as the cane hit the ground, the entire conference room seemed to freeze under some irresistible force.
The violent beastly aura emanating from Li Yuantu crumbled instantly, like weeds crushed by a boulder.
He was pinned to the floor, his bones creaking under the weight, unable to move even a finger.
Hierarchical suppression, absolute power.
This old guy is level 90 or higher!
Chen Yifan could even sense a very familiar feeling about the other person.
"Young Master Li."
Uncle Fu's voice remained gentle, yet it carried a chilling undertone.
"This is headquarters. If the rules are broken, the head of the Beijing branch can be replaced at any time."
Li Yuantu was breathing heavily. The madness in his eyes finally subsided under the threat of death, and he slowly regained his clarity.
It's a loss of face to have your item snatched away at auction.
Losing the position of manager would be a huge loss for the Kyoto branch.
Finally, the scales on his body retracted unwillingly under his skin.
Uncle Fu put away his cane.
The pressure dissipated.
Li Yuantu struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth.
Pointing to the spirit-seeking Gu suspended in mid-air:
"Manager Fu! The Jiangcheng branch members refused to cooperate with the investigation and even dared to injure someone in public. This 'bug' is targeting them!"
"Are you blind? Who is it pointing at now?" Chen Yifan crossed his arms, a half-smile on his face.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and their expressions changed slightly.
The blood-red worm that had been pointing at Mu Wanqing and the others suddenly changed direction. Its obese body twisted wildly in mid-air, and its countless compound eyes stared straight at Li Yuantu, emitting a shriek even sharper than before.
Even as Li Yuantu went berserk and released his mutated aura, Chen Yifan subtly moved his fingertips and crushed a small piece of high-level venomous flesh that he had cut off when he killed that monster in the sewer into bloody foam.
Taking advantage of the chaotic psionic turbulence, the scent of blood foam adhered precisely to Li Yuantu's robe.
The Spirit-Seeking Gu is extremely greedy for the psionic energy reactions of high-level monsters.
Compared to the tiny spatial fluctuations left by Chen Yifan last night, Li Yuantu was now like a piece of roasted meat exuding an unparalleled aroma.
"How could this happen..."
Li Yuantu was stunned and reached out to grab the worm.
The Spirit-Seeking Gu bit his fingertip, sucking up his remaining mutated blood.
"Young Master Li really did a great job playing the 'thief crying 'stop thief'' act."
Chen Yifan didn't hesitate to kick someone when they were down.
"Is he trying to scam a huge compensation from headquarters after losing his stuff? Or is it that Young Master Li stole it himself and is trying to pin the blame on our Jiangcheng branch?"
Li Yuantu was trembling with anger, pointing at Chen Yifan:
"You're talking nonsense!"
"That's enough!"
Uncle Fu interrupted the farce with a cold face.
His gaze toward Li Yuantu was now filled with deep displeasure.
A worm that has gone out of control and gone mad, an heir who has lost his mind—this so-called accusation is simply a joke.
"Young Master Li, headquarters security will thoroughly investigate the theft. But before you have solid evidence, do not provoke other branches. Otherwise, your confinement room may be open at any time."
Uncle Fu picked up the briefcase again and walked up to Mu Wanqing.
"Miss Mu, I'm sorry to have startled you. This is the token of the Jiangcheng branch manager."
A black and gold ring was pushed towards them.
Mu Wanqing calmly picked up the ring and slipped it onto the index finger of her right hand.
The cold, metallic texture travels along the skin, representing immense power, but also more bloody trouble.
"Thank you, Supervisor Fu."
The meeting ended abruptly.
Representatives from various factions left the scene with differing intentions.
In the corridor.
Li Yuantu's face was ashen as he led several guards quickly toward the elevator.
Chen Yifan, with his hands in his pockets, whistled as he passed by him.
At the very last fraction of a second that they missed each other.
Chen Yifan did not hesitate to persuade [Investigation] and [Theft].
He couldn't even be bothered to look at it.
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the item: Top Secret Identity Key for the Beijing Branch.]
As the cold, hard object landed in his palm, Chen Yifan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile before he tossed it into his beginner's backpack.
An unexpected delight.
With this thing, who knows, one day we might be able to expose the Beijing branch completely.
10:00 AM.
The helipad on the top floor of the headquarters building.
A strong wind swept through the air, making people's clothes flutter loudly.
Three heavily armed airships bearing the emblem of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce were moored at their berths.
Once aboard the airship, the cabin door closed, and the engine emitted a muffled noise.
The airship took off, passed through the headquarters' energy shield, and headed towards the vast wilderness.
Chen Yifan sat by the porthole, looking down at the shrinking buildings below.
Wang Fugui walked over and handed over a can of beer.
"Fanzi, that was fucking exciting. You didn't see that guy surnamed Li's expression just now, it was like he'd swallowed a dead fly."
Chen Yifan pulled the tab and took a sip.
The bitter taste of malt slid down my throat.
He'll keep track of this. But it doesn't matter.
Chen Yifan looked at Mu Wanqing opposite him.
"Where to next?"
Mu Wanqing twirled the ring on her index finger.
"I'm going to the far north to take over a high-level instance there."
"However... before that."
"I'll arrange for someone to take you back first. After all, you've already done everything that needed to be done."