The commissioner continued to smile, standing guard at the door, not allowing him to step out: "General, rest assured, it's just a high-altitude air current."
But not far away, the secretary's face in the corridor was faintly pale, looking at him, rarely anxious.
He was stopped.
Fan Yun glanced at the secretary and looked at the commissioner: "I haven't been on trial yet, have I?"
"Of course."
The commissioner understood his aning and glanced at his secretary: "If you insist."
"I want to have a drink with my subordinate, that's not against the rules, is it?"
Fan Yun made the request, regardless of causing further complications.
The commissioner looked back, letting the obstruction move aside, granting passage, and said nothing else, rely nodding at Fan Yun with a smile: "If you need anything, feel free to let us know."
The door closed.
In the silence, Fan Yun's expression darkened for a mont, then imdiately cald: "What's the matter?"
The secretary's lips trembled, cold sweat pouring down, his face turning pale instantly, he took out his phone: "News just ca in, half an hour ago, rotten scales appeared in Central City, attempted assassination of the President failed, at the scene they found in our garrison base the maintenance of... maintenance of..."
His voice lost control, trembling, off-key: "Fusion Bomb..."
Shekri?!
Fan Yun was montarily bewildered, then furious, his eyes bloodshot.
Using the Federation's fusion bomb to assassinate the Federation's President, just when he had set off...
In an instant, a flash of light crossed, a deceitful smile appeared in front of his eyes, making him shiver all over, losing his voice in a roar: "Lv Yingyue!!!"
A dog that bites, indeed does not bark!
Ruthless, too ruthless!
The Taiyi faction gives no room to survive, trying to cut the grass and root!
No, calm down, must first...
His thoughts ca to an abrupt halt.
Realizing sothing seed wrong.
On the secretary's phone screen lighting up, there was no news, only a familiar smile, mocking, waving silently.
And under the cover of the screen, a crimson sword blade had already pierced into his body... no pain, no perception, he hadn't even noticed when that sword was drawn!
[Illusion Cut]!
Known as invisible and shadowless, without any sign, can kill painlessly, die without disease, even without knowing he's dead, assassination skills!
No ti to look up, on the screen's reflection, he saw the alard face of the secretary, and the smile appearing thereon, including those crimson pupils.
Fierce as a wolf!
That's the bitter grudge continuing since the fall of the White Country!
Ni Lin grinned silently:
"Praise the Wolf Lord."
In an instant of shock, what was felt was a rage never experienced before.
Unbelievable, damned nonsense!!!
Shadowy Wolf Evildoers dare appear before him!
Heavenly Power, without hesitation, erupted!
Unfortunately, too late.
The Reversing Scale Sword was rely a greeting, well before that, in the reflection of the Flying Airship's porthole, a weird hat had appeared out of thin air.
Just like a snake that ate an elephant, within the hat a hand stretched out, pressed against the porthole through the reflection.
Suddenly a jolt.
Everything in the compartnt was replaced with illusions of drunken curses, while they had already been drawn into the porthole's reflection.
Instantly, reality and illusion switched.
Imdiately, Pan Ying Blood Light erupted, the violent blood-red fla surged from inside out, flowing, filling the whole compartnt and soul, instantly incinerating everything within.
Heavy damage!
At most, it's just an instant, for a Heavenly Person, such injuries are utterly trivial...
Fan Yun's cold smile stiffened.
The mont the blood flas erupted, behind him, a hand slowly extended, pressed on his head, the pitch-black Fla Shadow grinned silently, followed by a bit of black Fla Light from his fingers silently erged, following the breach opened by Pan Ying, drove straight in...
Like sparks falling into fuel elents, quickly expanding, pervasive spreading, erosion, inward, with endless blood hatred and desperate madness.
—[Non-life]!
Since birth, designed to confront Tian Yuan and specifically targeting Tian Yuan's abominations, the fire which once burned the palaces of the Eternal Empire to ashes!
In a montary daze, what appeared before his eyes were faces stained with blood.
Whether old or young, male or female.
On sun-scorched bronze skin, covered with cracks, blood tears andered from hollow eyes, rotten bones danced boastfully in abyss-like darkness.
Risen with viscous blood and flas, entangled on his soul, resentfully tugging, tearing, hysterical revenge, gnawing.
Mutant faces degraded to beasts, layer upon layer, never-ending, like an ocean!
He's rapidly falling...
Completely ridiculous!
"Such entanglent is aningless!"
Fan Yun roared, the Ti Wedge of Heavenly People surged, forcibly opening the black flas, trying to climb out from the ocean.
But at that mont, he saw the old man climbing slowly out of the hat.
And the old man's hand, holding that dressing mirror.
The mirror's surface, like an eye, opening, and in its reflection erged a blurry figure, seemingly lying on a deck chair sunbathing, smoking a cigar, under companion's urging, reluctantly pulled out a gun, casually aiming outside the mirror, pulling the trigger.
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