Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!-Chapter 536 - 141: Legend: Noble of the Yellow Sky? Six Dragons Returning to the Sun? (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

The girl was like a nimble hare, leaping and bounding until she disappeared at the edge of sight, merging into the traffic, completely out of view.

Inside the black sedan, aside from a man wearing sunglasses, there were three other men, all of whom stared lingeringly at the disappearing figure of the girl, unwilling to let go, each remaining silent.

The interior of the car was as quiet as death until, after a long while, successive raspy coughs broke the silence.

Cough cough cough, cough cough cough.

They coughed violently, the coughing growing more intense, so uncontrollable that they doubled over backwards, their skin breaking out in irregular, inexplicable bulges.

Only when they coughed up large amounts of clear blood beads mixed with white, cotton-like substances did the three men gradually regain their composure, and the bizarre bulges on their skin slowly dissipated as if they had never happened.

Only the carpet, stained red with blood, testified that everything just now wasn’t an illusion.

The smell of blood immediately filled the car.

"Don’t try to praise the Lord’s glory here, learn to forget Him," the man wearing sunglasses said coldly as he turned his head and swept his gaze over the three men.

He was the only one in the car not afflicted with a "facial paralysis."

The three men dared not meet his gaze and humbly knelt down, lowering their heads.

The man wearing sunglasses then turned to look toward the elevator, at the young and beautiful woman who walked slowly toward them, her expression lost, her eyes vacant. He watched her in silence.

A smile curved on his lips, he added, "Only by forgetting can we truly sing praises! Don’t be disappointed because you’ve lost faith, nor grieve for stepping into death, because this is our mission. We were chosen, not as punishment, but as an honor..."

The three men remained prostrate on the ground.

They continually nodded as if trying to express agreement,

However, they could only emit "gurgle gurgle, pfft pfft" leaking sounds, possibly because their throats had been damaged earlier. (Note 1)

The sound was prolonged and drawn out.

Click.

The car door was pulled open.

Hu Xinrui clambered in.

She slowly took a seat in the car, settling in the back, next to the man wearing sunglasses, her body trembling slightly.

By this time, the three men who had been kneeling on the ground had disappeared, leaving behind three neatly arranged black gift boxes.

A slender arm stretched out from a black suit sleeve, hooking a gold necklace from one of the gift boxes and draping it over her pale, rounded thigh.

The dazzling and precious jewelry toyed back and forth provocatively in the absolute territory between the girl’s white thigh-high stockings and the hem of her skirt.

The car slowly started up, leaving the neighborhood, speeding up as it passed pedestrians on either side, and passed Zhou Shiyu, who, like a frightened rabbit, was running toward the tram platform.

Hu Xinrui looked out at the hurried passersby and saw her running classmate, envy flickering in her eyes.

The man in sunglasses glanced at her, then suddenly said with a smile,

"Who is this girl? Is there anything special about her? Why did you ask her about a game of cat and mouse? Are you familiar with each other?"

Huh?

Hu Xinrui, previously lost in her daze, suddenly snapped to attention. She hesitated for a while before replying slowly, "Just... a classmate, and also, a neighbor."

"Oh, is that so. Do you like the necklace?"

"Yes, I do."

"I’ll buy you another next time."

The man wearing sunglasses didn’t dwell on the conversation, seemingly uninterested in the topic. He looked out the window instead, silent, his body rigid.

He looked eastward, toward the building that rose straight into the clouds like a pillar holding up the sky.

As the car turned into a nearby tunnel and was enveloped in darkness, the man in sunglasses finally relaxed, leaning back comfortably in his seat.

In the dark, he removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes that had no whites but were filled instead with numerous tiny pupils, enough to drive anyone with trypophobia insane upon seeing them.

"Rise from where you have failed."

"The day of the Lord is near~"

The man wearing sunglasses hummed softly.

...

At the base of the Star Tower, the Supervision Bureau.

The real power within the Supervision Bureau lay with the Astronomy Association, but as the organization that coordinated and outwardly showcased the highest authority, the Supervision Bureau still maintained an old system and kept the position of the Director.

Director Ning of Area D8B3, it was rumored, was once a "Scavenger" at the bottom of society, who by a stroke of luck became a Transcendent on the Wasteland and had steadily climbed his way up to where he was today.

At this hour, as the sun was high in the sky, Director Ning rubbed his eyes, indicating he needed to rest for a while, handed his coat over to his attractive and efficient female secretary, and went into his rest room to lie on a couch.

Once the secretary had left,

He slowly opened his eyes and lightly tapped the belt around his waist to activate the Promotion Drive.

Flashing in the lower left corner, he received a message from his superior, the local branch president of the Astronomy Association, Han Mo.

Unlike him, who had been stuck at the third-tier peak for many years and was known as a "Half-step Demigod",

Han Mo was one of only two Fourth-tier Experts in the safe zone, an "Astrologer," a true Demigod.

The message sent seemed to be a standardized form composed by a clerk, distributed uniformly.

It instructed the Supervision Bureau to deploy personnel to conduct a thorough security sweep in the eastern regions of the Wasteland, following reports that a significant number of Cultists were causing trouble there, involving an already lost Esoteric Buddhism sect, the Black Zhen School.

Cult activity had been an old problem that the Supervision Bureau had yet to eradicate. Not just on the Wasteland, but even within the safe zone, cultists would occasionally sneak in, spreading all kinds of nonsensical messages among the lower classes and disrupting the social order.