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Chapter 764 - 311: Want to Laugh, Yet Want to Cry!
In front of the nightclub in the Gray Rock District.
The air was as thick as solid lead blocks.
Fang Qingyu sat leaning on his knife, the molten gold vertical pupils beneath the golden Thunder Mask gazing down at the eight terrified members of the Lingxiao Association.
The command enveloped with the sound of destructive thunder.
Like a massive hammer made of substance.
Pounded fiercely into the depths of their eardrums.
Shaking their hearts almost to a standstill.
The square-faced Tier Three Martial Saint at the front instantly had beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, rolling down his tense temples.
His Adam’s apple moved up and down with difficulty.
His throat was so dry that he couldn’t make any sound.
He only felt a chill shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his limbs frozen and icy.
To... to call for help?
What does this god of slaughter want to do?!
They were only here to take over a small gang newly conquered in the Gray Rock District, and to ensure the safety of a temporary supply point...
This should have been a trivial matter easily handled.
Even sending any Tier Three would work, just announcing their name would suffice.
If not for Young Master Zhang Shisi’s sudden whim to come along to see the world, the three of them wouldn’t need to dispatch all Tier Threes at all.
But who could have expected...
To run headlong into this killing god.
Thunder God!
The battle on the overpass where the golden Thunder Dragon tore the sky, collapsing the hundred-meter overpass, mirroring the terrifying image of clashing with the Will of the Gods, had already spread through various channels in the City of Injustice.
That was truly a supreme being standing at the peak of the pyramid, capable of stirring up the turbulence of the Inner City.
Their combat power had long been tacitly acknowledged as one of the top few.
How could such a being appear in an outer city like the Gray Rock District?
And how could this being display such blatant, undisguised killing intent towards the Lingxiao Association group?
Young Master Zhang Shisi’s face turned as pale as paper, and his lips quivered uncontrollably.
Usually, he relied on the Lingxiao Association’s Zhang Family’s name to act arrogantly and domineeringly.
When had he ever faced such overwhelming murderous intent and pressure directly?
At this moment, he felt nothing but warmth in his crotch, his legs shaking like a sieve, barely supported by the square-faced Martial Saint holding his arm tightly to prevent him from collapsing.
He couldn’t understand.
Totally couldn’t understand.
When did their Zhang Family, their Lingxiao Association, ever have an irreconcilable blood feud with the Thunder God?!
"Master Thunder God!"
Zhang Shisi jolted violently.
Forcibly suppressing the scream almost breaking through his throat.
His voice trembled uncontrollably, with a whimpering tone of flattery, "Please wait a moment! I’ll call for help right now! Just wait a moment!"
He almost used both hands and feet to pull out his phone from his pocket.
His fingers, stiff and unresponsive due to extreme fear, nearly dropped the phone several times.
The call went through, and the prolonged waiting tone sounded particularly piercing in the deadly silence.
Once, twice, three times...
Zhang Shisi’s heartbeat thrummed franticly with the waiting tone, almost leaping out of his throat.
Cold sweat soaked the fine lining of his expensive silver-gray suit, sticking clammy and cold to his skin.
He stared intently at the phone screen, frantically praying in his heart: Answer! Please answer!
Finally, at the last moment before the waiting tone ended, the call was connected.
An elderly voice, imbued with apparent impatience and a trace of fatigue, rang out.
"Shisi? What’s the matter? Weren’t you told to handle a small thing in the Gray Rock District? Don’t tell me you can’t even manage that!"
Zhang Shisi clutched onto this final life-saving straw.
His voice shot up, sharp and shrill from excitement and fear: "Uncle Zhang! Help! Help Uncle Zhang! I ran into the Thunder God! The Thunder God!! The one from the overpass! He’s going to kill us! He’s right in front of me! He wants to see the Patriarch! Uncle Zhang! Please get the Patriarch to save us...!!"
There was a brief dead silence on the other end.
Obviously.
The weight of the words ’Thunder God’.
Was enough to instantly awaken Uncle Zhang on the other end.
A few seconds later, Uncle Zhang’s voice resumed.
No longer impatient, but filled with gravity and a trace of incredulous doubt: "What did you say? Thunder God?! He wants to see the Patriarch?! Shisi, you tell me clearly! What on earth happened? How did you provoke him?!"
"I don’t know, Uncle Zhang!" Zhang Shisi was almost crying, incoherent, "We just arrived at the nightclub in the Gray Rock District, and the Thunder God was sitting at the entrance. He attacked without a word, using thunder to immobilize us! He specifically wants to see the Patriarch..."
The one he wanted to call was the true pillar of the Zhang Family.
Was the leader of the Lingxiao Association.
Was the patriarch whom Zhang Shisi had to look up to in the family hierarchy, and whom he had seldom had the chance to see.
Zhang Lingxiao.
Only the Patriarch, this giant who had stood at the top in the City of Injustice for decades, had any possibility of saving his little life in front of this Thunder God!
Yet, just in the next second after Zhang Shisi’s tearful plea...
A blinding golden light suddenly flared at his side!
Fang Qingyu’s figure appeared besides Zhang Shisi as if by teleportation.
So fast that even the three Tier Three Martial Saints only had time for their pupils to contract sharply.
Yet their bodies could make no reaction.
Fang Qingyu didn’t look at Zhang Shisi’s face, contorted by extreme fear, just slightly turned his head towards the phone tightly grasped in Zhang Shisi’s hand, speaking calmly through the thunder mask with molten gold vertical pupils.
"If you don’t send someone here soon, the people here will die."
On the other end of the call.
On the top floor of the Lingxiao Association Headquarters Building.
In that luxurious yet cold office.
Uncle Zhang, the Chief of Internal Affairs, had been leaning back in his wide genuine leather swivel chair, fingers restlessly massaging his temples.
The news that Zhang Shisi, this good-for-nothing playboy, again caused trouble was troubling him.
However, when that cold, calm, and emotionless voice clearly came through the phone receiver, Uncle Zhang’s body abruptly stiffened.