The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 836 - 662 Don’t even dare to provoke IBI, Fortune Teller [10 more updates]

Chapter 836: 662 Don’t even dare to provoke IBI, Fortune Teller [10 more updates]

Outside the experimental base lies a fortress, structured similarly to the city where the Pazzi Family is located.

The defense system fully activated, and the fortress’s weapons initiated correspondingly.

As long as one steps into the attack domain of the defense system, whether friend or foe, they will be attacked indiscriminately.

The mercenaries broke out in a cold sweat, their bodies going limp.

Manuel is the only one able to control the defense system, and the fingerprint button is located inside the experimental base.

Evidently, Manuel noticed something amiss and activated the defense system.

But they were still outside; didn’t that mean he intended to take their lives as well?

"Click, click—"

Heavy firearms were rapidly set up one after another, with their cold muzzles aimed at the people outside the fortress.

"Bang!"

"Bang, bang!"

Bullets burst out instantaneously, with sparks flying.

Valens shouted, "Take cover, everyone!"

The agents, agile in their movements, immediately found cover, crouched down, and reached for the guns at their waists.

However, Fu Yunshen remained still, merely raising his hand.

A tremendous burst of inner strength erupted instantly.

In just a moment!

"Buzz—"

All bullets, just as they were about to hit their targets, came to a steady stop in mid-air.

A few seconds later, having lost their energy, they all clattered to the ground.

But that was not all.

Valens watched in astonishment as those heavy firearms also exploded one by one under the impact of the powerful inner strength.

In under a minute, the more than two hundred heavy firearms outfitted in the fortress had all become a pile of scrap metal.

Not even worth recycling.

Valens, who hadn’t even drawn his gun, was left utterly stunned: "..."

What kind of power is this?

Is this truly something a person can possess?

Fu Yunshen lowered his hand, "Let’s go."

Valens gripped his gun tightly and followed.

Only then did he vaguely recall something.

Li Xini had mentioned that their superior was also an ancient martial artist.

**

Inside the experimental base.

After Manuel activated the defense system, he paid it no further mind and continued with his poison-related experiments.

Rather than benefitting humanity through medical advancements, he preferred inventing things that challenged human nature.

Manuel pushed up his glasses and combined the liquids from two medicine bottles.

He had just picked up a new test tube when the laboratory door was violently kicked open.

Manuel had no time to react; with a "bang," the test tube in his hand exploded.

He raised his head abruptly, panic-stricken as he looked at the intruding Valens and his team, "How did you get in?!"

The defense system was custom-ordered by the Taylor Family from the NOK Forum at great expense.

Once activated, it could absolutely wipe out fifty thousand mercenaries.

Therefore, Manuel had not given any thought to the attacks outside.

The experimental base was heavily guarded; even if someone did manage to attack the core area, the Taylor Family would have arrived long before.

But now, not only had people come in unscathed, but there was also no word from the Taylor Family.

Valens stepped forward, grabbed Manuel’s clothes, and lifted him with one hand.

He smiled slightly, his eyes cold, "Professor, you enjoy making poisons so much; why not continue doing so in prison?"

Fu Yunshen glanced indifferently at the medicine bottles in the laboratory, and lifted his chin, "Pack them all up and take them back with us."

The agents swiftly took action, carefully packing all the medicine bottles into a secure box.

Manuel’s expression finally changed.

He realized that everything he had instructed his assistant to do had been exposed.

But those two bottles of poison were his prized creations, capable of killing without a trace.

Even if the poisoning attempt failed, it would never be discovered who administered the poison.

How had the IBI found him in less than a day?

"No... you can’t arrest me!" Manuel struggled, "Do you know my high standing on the international stage? Do you want to lose your credibility by illegally detaining me?"

Manuel knew that once the IBI took action, not even the Taylor Family could protect him.

No power internationally would dare to oppose the IBI; any underhanded dealings were conducted in secrecy, never openly.

After all, the IBI was responsible for maintaining world peace and public safety; no one could guarantee they wouldn’t face threats from international criminals.

"What a coincidence, the other scholars should get to know your true nature, Professor." Valens tightened his grip instead of loosening it, "Chief, do we take him straight back to headquarters?"

Fu Yunshen looked up, "Bring those working with him back to headquarters for thorough interrogation; I’ll handle him first."

Manuel has evidently had contact with someone from the City of the World.

And, one hundred percent, it was that evil force marked by the black skull.

"Yes, sir." Valens wasted no time in binding Manuel and giving him a kick, "Behave yourself."

Manuel was drenched in sweat.

What is going on? Has the Taylor family really abandoned him?

"If you are waiting for the Taylor family, rest assured, they will not come." Fu Yunshen bent down, "Get some good rest. Tomorrow, if you can’t answer my questions—"

He paused, then straightened up without saying further, "Take him away."

**

Meanwhile.

The Taylor family.

As soon as the IBI’s special aircraft entered this domain, the Taylor family noticed.

But indeed, they didn’t dare to take any action.

IBI!

Is there any force internationally that possesses more weaponry and equipment than IBI?

To go against IBI would mean the Taylor family’s complete destruction.

The butler wiped his sweat and cautiously asked, "Family head, are we just giving up like this?"

In the past ten years, the Taylor family has invested a total of no less than eighty to a hundred billion in Manuel’s laboratory.

Experimental research is indeed highly costly.

Of course, Manuel hadn’t disappointed them, inventing many new products.

But the most crucial experiment was only halfway through.

With Manuel captured by IBI, the experiment can only be interrupted, and the investment wasted.

The head of the Taylor family had a grim expression, his fist clenching with a loud crack: "Give up? What else can we do? It’s his own fault for provoking IBI!"

At the same time, he was deeply relieved.

Fortunately, he had not yet taken action against the high-level members of Venus Group, just planning to.

Otherwise, he would be the one bound by IBI now.

The head of the Taylor family waved tiredly and went upstairs to rest.

**

It was an uneasy night.

In a town near the capital of J country, there were only one or two street lamps, the light dim.

A young woman knocked on the door of a wooden house.

The door opened with a creak.

An aged voice sounded: "Come in, my Holly."

"Grandma." Holly entered, put down her bag, and re-arranged her hair, "Do you remember I told you last night that I attended a ball?"

"There were many elite individuals at the ball. I saw two whom I like, so I came to ask grandma for help."

An elderly woman sat by the fireplace.

Upon hearing this, her eyes snapped open, revealing a deep green color.

Her eyes were cloudy but carried a sharp glow, very captivating.

The elderly woman spoke slowly, "Who?"

"Got pictures?" Holly retrieved two photos from her phone, "Grandma, can you see which one is easier to approach?"

In the photos, one was of Fu Yunshen, the other of Xize Laurent.

The elderly woman took the phone, squinting at it for a while: "Indeed, they both have strong fortunes from their facial features, and their descendants will not decline for a hundred years."

"Of course." Holly smiled, "These two are currently the leading giants in the business world."

"Grandma will take a look for you." The old madam stood up, shuffled to the cabinet to take tools.

Holly’s heart leaped with joy, "Thank you, grandma."

Holly never told any of her friends she came from a family of fortune tellers.

After all, in the 21st century, fake fortune-tellers were rampant, resulting in few people believing.

Genuine fortune-tellers had long retired behind the scenes, making it hard to find a real fortune-teller in the market.

Holly’s grandma was an exceptionally powerful fortune-teller.

However, due to the witch hunts that lasted over three hundred years in the Middle Ages, countless fortune-tellers in O continent were killed or injured.

Evil fortune tellers were branded as "Witch Sorcerers."

Just as the Diviner’s prophecy stated, these witch sorcerers were all dead by the end of 1780.

Of course, during the witch hunts, innocent fortune tellers were also killed.

It wasn’t until the latter half of the 19th century that the domain of fortune-tellers barely recovered.

With the advancement of technology, those with fortune-telling talents became increasingly rare.

Holly did not inherit the fortune-telling talent from the old madam.

She could only play with basic tarot cards, able to predict simple little things but unable to alter causality.

The elderly woman returned to the table holding tarot cards and a yellowed book: "Which one do you want to start with?"

Holly pointed at Fu Yunshen’s photo without hesitation: "Him."

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