The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 650 - 34: Ambush, [Grandmaster God Elephant Sect. Wind Demon... Heaven and Earth Return!]

The morning sunlight gently fell through the steaming mist of the primitive forest, casting a dreamy halo on the red rooftop.

The distant mining machines had stopped; sounds of insects chirping and birds singing appeared exceptionally clear, and the fresh forest air flowed everywhere with the gentle breeze as time seemed to slow down.

But to some people, the rare, quiet, and beautiful moment was far from being appreciated.

A group of miners led by Wolff all stayed in a small house not far from the red-roofed building.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet with a hint of repression.

Most of the miners were sleeping with their eyes closed, only two watched by the window.

They occasionally looked through the gap in the window at the red-roofed house afar, or repeatedly checked their personal terminal screens, as if monitoring and waiting for something.

Wolff sat by the only table in the small house, slowly wiping the energy gun in his hand.

He wiped very meticulously, not missing even a speck of dust or stain.

After one round, he applied a special maintenance oil and then switched to another one…

This procedure he had repeated throughout the entire night.

At some moment, the personal terminals of everyone in the small house suddenly sounded an urgent beep simultaneously.

Instantly, everyone in the room stood up.

Nobody spoke; each person consciously walked to Wolff, picked up their own energy gun from the table beside him, holding it in their hand or tucking it at their waist.

Once everyone had their gun, Wolff picked up the last remaining energy gun on the table, expressionlessly scanning everyone in the room.

Then, he tapped a communication on the terminal, asking, "The people are arriving soon. Are you ready?"

A lazy, rough voice sounded from the terminal, as if yawning.

"Relax, we are more professional than you..."

Wolff's eyes flickered as if wanting to confirm something, and he asked again, "What if that guy is above level five?"

Two voices of unbridled laughter came from the other end of the terminal, sounding extremely harsh in the quiet small house.

Including Wolff, all the miners under the laughter showed a look of embarrassment and anger yet seemed somewhat helpless.

When the laughter finally stopped, the previous voice spoke again.

"Relax, since we have taken your money, we will resolve the issue for you perfectly.

Even if the opponent has experts above level five, we have ways to deal with it..."

After speaking, the voice seemed unwilling to say more rubbish, directly cutting off the communication.

With the other party's promise, Wolff's face relaxed slightly.

Putting down the terminal, Wolff gave those beside him a look.

The latter immediately filed out, stepping outside the small house, all staring at the sky.

Everyone's emotions were somewhat tense.

Although such matters were not new to them, previously they had only targeted ordinary people acting as proxy mine owners.

This time was different; they were preparing to target the legitimate mine owner's son, a genuine noble heir.

In Duoling, assassinating a noble was a serious crime.

If investigated, not only them, but even their relatives would face trouble.

Thus, today's ambush could only succeed and not fail.

After the fact, as long as all responsibility was pushed onto the Demon Fat Thieves, there would be no problem.

This was also the reason why they had resolved to pool money to invite the notorious Demon Fat Thieves.

One reason was that the target's identity was special, with protective forces not comparable to ordinary people, and they may not be able to handle it themselves.

The second was to absolve themselves from suspicion.

After all, on the Lilva Star, Star Thieves murdering during raids was not considered an unusual event.

Led by Wolff, the miners stood under the house's shadow, looking up intently at the sky.

Finally, after several tens of seconds, they saw a familiar small aircraft leisurely approaching from afar.

As the aircraft gradually approached, someone in the crowd muttered in a low voice.

"Actually, us firing at them here would be quite good. Afterward, we could disguise it as a spacecraft crash accident.

That way, we wouldn't have to spend so much money...."

"Idiot!"

Wolff turned and cursed, "Do you think their aircraft is made of cardboard? You think it can be easily shot down with a random shot?

If they fly away directly in their ship, what will we do? All of us would be doomed!"

The speaker scratched his head, awkwardly closing his mouth.

After reprimanding his subordinates, Wolff squinted, watching the aircraft's continued approach closely.

When the aircraft arrived and was about to land, his face quickly transformed into a welcoming posture, eagerly moving towards the aircraft.

"Fzzz—"

The aircraft landed, and the hatch opened.

When the two familiar figures appeared one after another at the aircraft's exit, Wolff's heart was partly relieved.

"Master mine owner!"

His eyes sparkled, then, with a broad smile, he waved and enthusiastically ran towards the two.

Wolff saw a certain elegantly dressed, handsome young man who had just disembarked from the aircraft seemingly surprised by his proactive welcome.

But ultimately, he nodded towards Wolff and walked over in his direction.

Fifty meters...

Thirty meters...