Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 151: The Polluter of Death (3/5)
Chapter 151 -151: The Polluter of Death (3/5)
The police detective driving for Tang Qi was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a pot belly, who became excessively exhilarated upon receiving Tang Qi’s orders. The speed of the car made even Tang Qi involuntarily glance sideways, he even witnessed driving techniques akin to drifting.
But considering he himself wasn’t afraid of dying, and at this late hour after leaving Central District, there were few people to see, so he let it slide.
That newly emerging tycoon resided in the Rach District.
It was some distance from the school area, but judging by the speed of the car, Tang Qi thought it wouldn’t be long before he could see the scene.
Before that, Tang Qi couldn’t help but recall some information about the Mellon family.
Ronald, who died at the hands of Tang Qi, his Kerry family had a legacy that lasted over a hundred years, always maintaining a prosperous state and were very well-known in Messer City.
But when compared to the Mellon family’s history, the Kerry family was simply inadequate.
According to public statements made by the Mellon family, their family was one of the creators of Messer City.
At that time, Messer City was merely a gold mining site combined with a settlement point, not even worth calling a town, let alone a city.
It was the ancestors of the Mellon family who succeeded in gold mining and built a city on this land; only after they swallowed up the surrounding villages, other settlements, and gold mining camps did Messer City lay the foundations for its later prosperity.
Such legends are undoubtedly the Mellon family trying to add glory to their own name.
However, they do contain some truth.
In some of the earliest documents of Messer City, indeed one could find traces of the Mellon family ancestors.
Therefore, the Mellon family might not be the founder of Messer City, but they were definitely involved in it.
This means that the Mellon family is indeed the oldest family in the city, and after other founders and families have disappeared into the annals of history, they became the genuine “First Family.”
Such a legacy, spanning hundreds of years, would be astonishing if it didn’t contain any Extraordinary Power.
After all, Ronald Kerry could invoke the relics of his ancestors to stir trouble with the Hastu Club.
Now Tang Qi was very curious, what kind of legacy did the Mellon family possess?
“But judging from the Mellon family’s style of operation and main industry involvement, it’s highly likely they’re not on the side of good. Definitely leaning towards evil and chaos, similar to the Hastu Club. A clash between two evil Extraordinary Forces?”
“So no matter who wins, Messer City won’t escape the clutches of evil,” Tang Qi said indifferently as he looked at the approaching destination.
The basis for his statement was very simple.
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Because regarding the Mellon family, the most widespread saying in Messer City is: Half of Messer City belongs to the Federation, the other half to the Mellon family.
Although Tang Qi was very skeptical that this saying was deliberately spread by the Mellon family itself,
it is conceivable that the reputation of the First Family is not much inflated. Their reach extends into steel, armaments, gold, drugs… nearly all profitable industries, and all the casinos in Messer City belong to the Mellon family.
The fact that the Blank District has become a tumor in Messer City is also partly related to this family.
As Tang Qi’s thoughts continued to wander, the voice of the detective in the front row came through.
“Consultant, we have—we’ve arrived.”
In contrast to the thrill of speeding, the potbellied detective’s tone was filled with fear now.
Tang Qi didn’t immediately get out of the car, but instead looked outside through the car window.
The police car had stopped at the entrance of a residential area, not the only one nearby.
Stanna and the special reaction team were all here, including the Chief, who was still brooding over her political career—her face full of sorrow, presumably feeling unlucky with the timing.
Beyond them, Tang Qi saw a district completely enveloped in black fog.
Through the surging black fog and occasional gaps, it was evident that this was a very lush, scenic, and typical affluent neighborhood.
This certainly matched the identity of the rising tycoon known as “Larry Brown,” according to information provided by the Chief.
His assets were probably similar to that of the former Tang family, managing a company roughly the size of the “Tang Steel Company.”
Considered wealthy, but still far from noble nobility.
Recently, however, he seemed to have struck some sort of luck, suddenly prospering.
He began to splurge as if he had an endless fortune, and with his own steel company, he became a magnate who could compete with Ronald Kerry.
Now it seemed apparent that he had become the spokesperson launched by Mayor Ross, that is, the Hastu Club.
Today, as an overt target, he naturally suffered retaliation from the Mellon family.
Even just sitting in the car, Tang Qi could hear the screams emanating from within the black fog.
These noises were the source of fear for the detectives in the front row.
Any ordinary person would react this way upon suddenly encountering such legendary scenes.
Tang Qi didn’t comfort him but got straight out of the car.
Walking towards the temporary command post made up of several police cars pieced together, everyone was gathered here.
Although, it was pretty much useless.
The “vicious murder” happening before their eyes was likely an annihilation type, but no one except for Tang Qi could do anything about it.
The only consolation might be that the police station had persuaded the residents of the area to leave in advance, barely consoling themselves with the thought of “evil forces waging war on each other.”
And Tang Qi did not plan on doing anything either.
Nobody pressured him, after all, on the surface, he was just a frail advisor, able to provide mysticism knowledge consultation, but not expected to combat.
However, Stanna, who knew the “truth,” covertly glanced at him, slightly shaking her head, her gaze conveying: it’s too dangerous inside, don’t get too close.
Then, in the next second, Tang Qi knew what danger Stanna was referring to.
Boom!
Suddenly, without warning, the black fog not far ahead abruptly tore open a hole, and a mass of bloody, unidentifiable matter shot out.
Screaming past the police cars, it then “thump” landed on the hard stone slab road behind.
The stone slabs shattered wherever it passed, and by the time the object stopped, the entire street was unrecognizable, and within the final crater, Tang Qi saw its true form.
At first glance, specks of ghost light began to converge.
“Uh?”
A surprised voice instantly spilled from Tang Qi’s mouth.
A familiar scene suddenly took form in Tang Qi’s eyes.
“Extraordinary Creature: Polluter… has died.”
“Crack”
What shattered was a white mask.
