Chapter 571 Palace

at the same time.

Inside the manor.

The sudden explosion caused all the guests to panic. On one side were blazing ruins, on the other side were torn clouds, a melee battlefield like a fight between gods... They scrambled to escape outside the manor, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

In the corner of the corridor of the venue, Li Qingshan looked at the private house that had been completely reduced to a sea of ​​flames in the distance, his mouth opened wide unconsciously...

At this moment, he finally understood why Chen Ling said that she would help him break the contract, which was just a casual thing.

In this sea of ​​fire, no contract, property, or anything else could be preserved... Even Mu Chunsheng himself might have been killed on the spot.

"Miss, let's go quickly!"

In the chaotic crowd, Uncle Quan pulled the hem of Huang Suyue's clothes and spoke anxiously.

Huang Xueyue pointed at the red man on the stage and was about to say something, but Uncle Quan immediately said, "How powerful the special envoy is, can he still be in danger? On the contrary, we here will only hinder him." ...Miss, let’s go!”

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Huang Xuyue came back to her senses. Finally, she looked deeply at Chen Ling, and then hurried out after Uncle Quan.

"Sir!! Aren't you going to run away?" Beside the stage, Kong Baosheng's face was full of anxiety.

"You go first, I'll be there in a minute."

"Sir, you are confused! The terrorists have put bombs into the manor. What if there are other bombs besides the one that exploded? Life is the most important thing!"

Chen Ling smiled slightly and patted Kong Baosheng's shoulder, "Don't worry, there's only one bomb in total... You should go first. I still have one last key link that I haven't finished yet."

"What part??"

Chen Ling didn't answer, just shook his head silently. Seeing this, Kong Baosheng had no choice but to grit his teeth and said, "Well, I'll go back to cook first... Sir! You must come back safe and sound!" "

After finishing speaking, Kong Baosheng also ran away quickly.

Chen Ling slowly stood up straight, his eyes falling on the place where the billowing smoke rose. His fingertips were gently groping for something in his sleeves. After a moment, a thin face that he had stored away for a long time appeared in his palm. .

"Since it's a show...you have to do the whole thing, right?" Chen Ling said with a smile.

…

Great World Dance Hall.

A roaring explosion sounded from a distance, and the ground in the entire street shook unconsciously. Many guests who were immersed in singing and dancing looked outside the door in confusion, not knowing what was happening.

Many plainclothes police officers mixed in the crowd looked at each other and nodded slightly.

They took off their coats directly, stepped on the dining table, held their IDs in their hands and shouted loudly:

"The police station is performing official duties! All irrelevant personnel leave immediately!!"

"This is suspected to be a gathering place for Twilight Society members! If you want to survive, run quickly!!"

"..."

The guests in the dance hall were stunned. Almost half of the people swaying on the dance floor were plainclothes police officers. Some of the waiters and chefs even took off their clothes and drew guns, forcing everyone to leave immediately.

They never expected that the "brothers" who had been drinking together and even hugging each other just now would suddenly turn into police officers with guns pointed at their heads in the blink of an eye. The whole scene suddenly became chaotic, and everyone went crazy with exclamations. pouring out.

At the same time, a figure carrying a huge writing brush walked slowly into the song and dance hall against the crowd.

It was a man in white clothes. He was tall and estimated to be about 1.9 meters tall. But at the moment, he was carrying a giant writing brush that was 2.5 meters long. It was thick and strong and looked like a general carrying it from a distance. Fang Tian drew his halberd and walked through the chaotic battlefield.

Seeing this man, all the police officers present bowed their heads respectfully, and no one even dared to look directly at him.

"How is the situation?" The man stood next to the leading police officer and said calmly.

"Sir, we have secretly searched here just now, but we didn't find anything crucial... According to the director's instructions, we don't dare to enter box 001 rashly, we can only wait for you to take charge of the overall situation."

The man nodded slightly, "Now the fighting has begun in Beidou Manor. Normally, the Dusk Society has already left in full force this time, but we do not rule out the possibility that there are other members hiding here... Since we have decided to wipe out this group of Dusk Club members, we will We have to uproot them and make sure no one escapes.”

"But sir, if there are really remnants of the Twilight Society in the box, won't we evacuate people on such a large scale to alert them?"

"It doesn't matter." The man's gaze rested on the second floor, "I have drawn a 'circle' around this dance hall. Even if they notice it, they won't be able to escape."

"Your Excellency is wise."

Carrying the writing brush on his back, the man walked straight up the steps and towards the 001 box at the end of the corridor, followed closely by many police officers.

The police officers at the end looked at the huge brush behind the man, with horror in their eyes.

"Could this be..."

"I didn't expect this person to be dispatched. It seems that [Fushenge] is really wary of the Dusk Society."

"What do you mean? Who is he?"

"Don't you know? The ordinary members of [Fu Sheng Hui] are numbered and are called architects. But above the ordinary members, there seem to be nine more people, each of whom is in charge of powerful power. They are called It's called [the palace].

It is said that among the nine halls, there is a third seat, who always wears white clothes and carries an eight-foot ink pen. He can define the radius with his gestures... The miracle 'circle' is his work. "

"Doesn't that mean that he is the third strongest in our Red Dust Realm?"

"That's right... And I suspect that most of the nine halls should have been dispatched to encircle the Dusk Society this time, and the venue is expected to be even more lively. "

"..."

Amid the whispers of the crowd, the man stood at the door of Box 001, pulled out the eight-foot ink pen behind him with one hand, and waved it casually in front of him!

Buzz--!!

A sharp explosion exploded in the air, and a trace of ink flashed through the void. The door of the box in front of him melted instantly, and a dim room was exposed to everyone.

The man held the ink pen and walked slowly into the box. When he smelled the smell inside, his brows frowned unconsciously, as if he was very disgusted...

"Is there no one..."

He glanced around and quickly locked onto the mysterious formation in the center of the floor. He leaned over and rubbed it hard, but he couldn't wipe off the mysterious paint that outlined the pattern.

"This is indeed their base." The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "But... what is this thing used for? "

Seeing that there was no one here, the police officers behind him finally breathed a sigh of relief. They entered the box and searched carefully. Apart from some unknown animal skeletons and some strange sacrificial tools, they did not find anything more valuable.

"Sir, is there a deck of cards here?" A police officer picked up a deck of cards from the corner by the door, as if it was thrown here casually.

"Playing cards?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, took the deck of cards in his hand, poured out all the cards, and searched carefully for a moment.

"Three cards are missing..."

"Which three?"

"[6 of Hearts], [6 of Spades], and [9 of Hearts]..." The man put away the deck of cards, "It seems that the identities of the people in the venue have been confirmed. "