Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 587 The Erected Tall Pole (Subscription Requested)

Bang! A dull thud echoed as Peng Lang cursed and kicked over a small bathtub by the bathroom's edge. He knew clearly that no matter how confused Jiang Feiyang might be, he would never disobey orders and sneak out of the town on his own. The current situation only indicated that he had encountered an accident!

"Pei Zi, it's my fault for not stopping him! What should we do now?" Peng Lang, full of anxiety, urged Pei Yan, who was calmly getting dressed.

Pei Yan did not immediately respond to Peng Lang. He was commanding the nanomechanical robot to secretly sneak to the location of Jiang Feiyang's locator to investigate the situation. When he fastened the last button of his shirt, he sighed deeply and said, "Old Jiang is still alive!"

"How is he?" Peng Lang looked at Pei Yan's face, as dark as water, with lips twitching occasionally in anger, and asked cautiously.

"Not far from death!"

Leaving behind those words that made Peng Lang's eyes instantly red, Pei Yan opened the door and strode out of the bathroom, shouting as he walked, "Gather everyone! Prepare for battle!" After saying this, Pei Yan walked to Hu Wenjun, Elder Lin, who had been waiting outside the door, and whispered, "Old Jiang has been captured and is being tortured right now!"

Hu Wenjun and Elder Lin exchanged a glance. Elder Lin said, "You're the most familiar with this place, so you should arrange the tasks!"

"Okay!" Pei Yan accepted the task without hesitation. Just then, urgent footsteps came from downstairs, and Xiaoyu rushed up and fixed his gaze on Pei Yan, reporting, "Bailang is here. He says he has something urgent to see you about."

"He should have come by now!" Pei Yan snorted coldly, "Make him wait at the door, Old Ye! Xia! Xiaozhao! Old Peng! Old Wang! Old Zheng!" Calling out these names in quick succession, Pei Yan said in a deep voice, "Put on headphones, call the two playing chess at the door, and go bring back every single spy lurking near our manor. Kill those who resist fiercely!"

"Understood!"

"Got it!"

A few minutes later, in the courtyard, Bailang, who was waiting for a response from inside the house, saw the door open wide. A team of investigation hall members, in matching combat suits and filled with killing intent, filed out. Seeing Ye Ruozai, whom he had met a few times in the crowd, Bailang wanted to greet him and inquire about the situation but found that the team treated him as if he were invisible, passing right by him and heading straight out of the manor.

Seeing this, Bailang did not get angry; instead, a faint sense of joy arose in his heart.

"Old Jiang is in trouble! Put on your headphones and prepare to act!" Peng Lang walked over to Kong and Qi, who were standing up in confusion and looking towards him, and said through gritted teeth. Hearing this, their expressions immediately darkened, and they silently took out headphones and put them on, blending into the team.

Standing in place and waiting for the situation to develop, Bailang suddenly heard a series of explosions, followed by the sound of collapsing buildings, shouts of fights, and screams filling the air. Shortly after, heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and with a few thumping sounds, over thirty Demon Race spies were thrown down beside him.

With a creak, the door in front was slowly pushed open, and Pei Yan, surrounded by people, walked out the door at a leisurely pace. For the first time in more than two months, he smelled the air with a hint of blood and didn't even look at Bailang, who was standing outside the door in a daze trying to speak. In a loud voice, speaking Mandarin, he declared, "Our primary goal in the next move is to rescue Old Jiang. Once his safety is confirmed, we will launch a full-scale retaliatory action. The entire process will be extremely bloody and may even leave psychological shadows. If any of you are not mentally prepared, you can opt out now, and those remaining won't blame you. Even if only I'm left, this task will be completed."

Upon hearing these words, everyone looked at each other, but no one chose to opt out. Seeing this, Pei Yan walked up to one of the captives and stepped on the person's head, continuing, "In this world, people are more realistic and straightforward; the law of the jungle, bullying the weak is embedded in their bones. If they push forward by an inch today and you retreat, they'll dare to advance a foot tomorrow, and a yard the day after. If they hurt our people today, and we don't hit back hard, from now on we'll have to live with our tails tucked between our legs and be bullied by others!"

"Pei Zi, no need to say more, whatever you say, we'll do!" Peng Lang, whose insistence had led his longtime partner and friend into danger, had already been holding back tears. He kicked over a struggling captive and said with hatred.

"Yes! That's right, let's bring down these ungrateful bastards!"

"Don't waste any more time, we'll do what you say!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Amidst the indignant voices, Pei Yan took two steps back and came to Bailang's side, who was sweating coldly. Switching to the Demon Race language, he sneered, "See? Mr. Bailang, my comrades are very angry!"

"Mr. Shitang, I came here to report this matter...!" Although he didn't understand what the other party was saying, seeing the angry glares from the crowd, Bailang knew that this time, they were truly furious. After hearing Pei Yan's words, he hurriedly explained.

Pei Yan waved his hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. He pressed harder with his foot on the captive, saying flatly, "For the sake of our alliance, I'll give you this face. Pick out your people from the captives, and I will spare their lives. Hurry up! My time is tight, don't let me get impatient!"

Upon hearing this, Bailang quickly turned around, scanned the captives, and pointed out more than a dozen captives with lighter injuries. These people, having received orders in advance to strictly avoid conflict with the investigation hall, chose not to resist during the attack and allowed themselves to be captured. Seeing their leader point them out, the captives who had come back from the brink of death scrambled to get behind Bailang.

Glimpsing at the rest of the people kneeling and trembling on the ground, Pei Yan couldn't be bothered to ask, turned to Xia Yu, and said, "Erect a row of iron poles on the street in front!"

"How many do you need?"

"Every three meters along the street, erect a pole. There will be many people lining up to hang on it soon." As Pei Yan thought of what Jiang Feiyang had said via the nanomechanical insect and Little Friedrich's upcoming actions, he couldn't hide the killing intent in his heart and continued to order, "Put locking rings on them!"

"You can't do this to me!"

"I'm innocent! I was just passing by; how can you do this?"

Peng Lang and others ignored their pleas, stepped forward, and began fitting locking rings on their bodies. Seeing that pleading was futile, some captives knocked into the person behind them, trying to escape by vaporizing, only to find their body stiffen as their whole body's source energy was firmly sealed inside, and their half-vaporized bodies re-solidified, falling heavily to the ground.

With a flick of his hand, Pei Yan's ten or so mechanical clones approached, grabbing these captives by the ankle and dragging them out of the manor like dead dogs. Soon, blood-curdling screams were heard from outside the door.

Listening to these horrific screams, despite the bright sunshine overhead, Bailang felt like he was in an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. At this moment, Pei Yan's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Come on, dear Mr. Bailang, now tell me what you were planning to notify me of?"