Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 583 - 390: I Didn’t Agree, Leave It to Me_2
In an instant, everyone’s attention shifted to the young Zhong Wei. Zhong Wei was silent for a second, then looked at the silver-haired old man and the middle-aged man with a hook nose and said calmly:
"This time I’ll let you go... but from now on, the Life Line will have nothing to do with me. I will lead my people away completely, and I will also take with me everything that belongs to me."
As soon as he finished saying these words, the visible tension on the faces of the two old-timers in the building relaxed at least by half. Then, the silver-haired old man responded:
"Zhong Wei, it’s a pity that our cooperation has reached this kind of end, but if you’re truly willing to put aside prejudices caused by misunderstandings and keep today’s promise, we will respect your decision..."
By this point, things had basically reached their conclusion. Zhong Wei chose to let go of his hatred, and naturally, the silver-haired old man and the hook-nosed middle-aged man couldn’t oppose that.
Except when they launched the nuclear attack on Zhong Wei, they had been the completely weaker side, using all means just to force Zhong Wei to spare them. Now, they had finally achieved their goal.
"Oh... I originally thought I’d have the chance to have a bout with the legendaryly powerful Mr. Zhong Wei today, but it turns out sir you feared and compromised, which really disappoints me..."
Seeing how things ended like this, King, who was there to hold the line, started to speak sarcastically again. However, he seemed to have developed an apprehension of someone and targeted his sarcasm entirely at Zhong Wei, without saying a word about Wang Zhifan’s clone whom he had just looked down upon.
Zhong Wei chose to ignore this troublemaker. He turned around calmly, intending to use his Gravity Superpower to fly away from this place, heading to the Life Line Organization’s base in Ya City for various divisions.
But he hadn’t flown a hundred meters when he noticed something strange: Wang Zhifan, who had just told him to make a decision, hadn’t followed and was still hovering in midair, with unclear intentions.
This odd situation immediately made the atmosphere a bit uneasy. The silver-haired old man and the hook-nosed middle-aged man’s faces became darkened.
"Sir, do you still have something to say?"
The hook-nosed middle-aged man spoke to Wang Zhifan, his tone filled with wariness and dismissal, glancing at King to remind the hired expert to be ready to respond.
And indeed, King proved to be somewhat reliable. Although he developed a strong apprehension towards Wang Zhifan’s clone during their recent encounter, since the benefactor had spoken, he unhesitatingly stood in between them, and had the four Mecha elites he brought along also join to form a human wall, firmly preventing any attempts by Wang Zhifan.
"Mr. Masked, you should leave now!"
King warned Wang Zhifan sternly, devoid of the slightest hint of sarcasm he used earlier with Zhong Wei, showing his extreme caution towards this mysterious and powerful opponent.
However, Wang Zhifan seemed unfazed by the reportedly strong white superpowered individual. He turned to face King and his four Mecha elite guards, as well as the silver-haired old man and the hook-nosed middle-aged man they protected at the back, and smiled:
"Heh... Zhong Wei agrees to spare you, that’s his personal choice. I never agreed... just DIE!!!"
Before his words even fell, the Wang Zhifan-controlled clone erupted with an astonishing aura, seemingly ready for a desperate fight. King and the four Mecha elite standing in front of him instantly tensed up, knowing that the money they received today wouldn’t be easy to earn and that a high-intensity battle was inescapable.
But at that critical moment when they were preparing for a hard fight, two screams rang out almost simultaneously behind them!
"Ah!!"
"Ah!!!"
The five didn’t dare to let their guard down and didn’t immediately turn around to observe, instead relying on their perception to investigate the situation.
Then they discovered a man in a cloak, identical to the enemy in front of them, was sheathing his sword. Before this man, the silver-haired old man and the hook-nosed middle-aged man were both cut in half from their chests, fragmented and fallen amidst the pools of blood on the floor, screaming.
"What just happened..."
As a top Spiritual Power wielder, King felt utterly perplexed. He was sure the enemy in front of him had never attacked, but who was this new figure that suddenly appeared behind them and cut down their benefactors? How did he appear out of thin air, moving and attacking so swiftly that they couldn’t react?!
Utterly confused, he suddenly thought of using his powers to rescue the two now fatally wounded benefactors. In his view, since they could still scream after being chopped in half from the chest, there was still some value in trying to save them.
But just then, the two cloaked men simultaneously exuded an overpowering aura, thwarting his rescue plan.
"If you don’t want to die, then get the hell out!"
Wang Zhifan’s two clones simultaneously issued a chilling threat, instantly reminding King of the horrifying sensation he felt during their previous mental power clash.
"Leave! The dead hold no salvage value!"
With death imminent, the reality quickly sunk in, and he realized the two benefactors were doomed regardless, hurriedly retreating with the four Mecha guardians.
After all, he had no reason to risk himself for two dead men, especially since most of his payment had already been secured.
At the same time, the silver-haired old man and the hook-nosed middle-aged man, mostly drawn into the abyss, cursed Wang Zhifan, this madman, with their last breath amidst their agony.
"Ah... you will... regret... it!"
"Ya... City will... eliminate... you... for us..."
With their dying curses, Wang Zhifan sensed through the clones that many unidentified, fast-moving energy bodies appeared high in the sky over Ya City.
There seemed to be over a hundred high-yield nuclear bombs being launched from various directions towards this immense and bustling city, aiming to unleash a catastrophic disaster.
"So, they really set an automatic mutually-assured destruction program?"
Wang Zhifan sighed inwardly, expecting the two officers left a contingency, but not realizing they’d go to such lengths. With this scale and scope, things indeed became troublesome.
Just as Wang Zhifan pondered something, the recently departed King and Zhong Wei rushed back.
Now, they were forcibly turned into a single camp, a camp resisting nuclear bombardment, seeking survival and minimizing losses. Whether for their own lives or the incalculable fortunes of this prosperous city, they were driven to fight back.
"The range of Ya City is too vast! I can only handle one-fifth with my abilities!"
In the face of this crisis, Zhong Wei said deeply to Wang Zhifan. He didn’t blame this friend’s impulsiveness, instead, he rationally discussed a remedy.
King, comparatively, was much more flustered. Sensing the approaching wave of destruction, he cursed incessantly:
"FUCK! Who’s threatening this city?! This is madness! That person surely won’t live to see tomorrow!"
From his words, it could be deduced that Ya City wouldn’t be completely obliterated by such an attack; its numerous defenses could withstand most of the assault, though suffering significant losses was inevitable. Once things settled, those initiating the attack would surely face a coalition of Ya City’s powerful factions.
While others fretted over the future, Wang Zhifan appeared remarkably composed.
His calm wasn’t due to a lack of personal presence or direct losses, but because he had a plan to resolve everything.
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything."
He said calmly and reassuringly.
