Chairman Chen Shu was at the front, opening the car door.
Inside the car was a ss; the seats, control panel, and ceiling all bore sharp scratches, as if soone had wielded a sword in this cramped space.
Accompanying the scratches was a terrifying level of corrosion!
The seat's leather, central console's hard plastic, all lting and dripping.
Even the tal parts inside the car were bubbling, oozing red rust water.
"Where's the driver?"
Professor Zhang pointed at the driver's seat.
On the seat, on the floor, were tattered clothes and soupy pulp. In the at soup, there was a faint outline of hair and bones... The driver had literally lted into soup!
A group of experts behind Professor Zhang was already closely observing inside the cabin, sotis holding notebooks, quickly flipping through various materials, occasionally whispering to each other in discussion.
Soon afterward, they reached a preliminary conclusion.
"This matter... might be more serious than we imagined.
"We suspect the person who lted into soup is Sequence Eight, who killed Zhang Baishe.
"But today, he played the role of a pawn, a foot soldier.
"The real players... aren't hard to guess.
"After all, there aren't many Sequence Sevens in the present world.
"Judging by the bloody sll and scratches, one side is, the King of Darkness.
"Judging by the herbal scent and corrosion in the cabin, the other side is likely, that Mr. Mystery of West State City."
Everyone fell silent, glancing at each other, not knowing what to say.
Each felt that Zhang Baishe, who ca from Shangjing to assist, died a little unfairly...
Chairman Chen Shu sighed.
"Get the materials departnt to clean up the scene.
"Organize the files quickly. Once organized, send them to Shangjing for President Wu Jianxian to see first."
He was about to turn and leave when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Took it out and saw "Expert Huang Fu" on the caller ID.
"Hello? Expert Huang Fu, what guidance do you have?"
Over the phone, Expert Huang Fu's tone was urgent.
"Chairman Chen Shu, you must strengthen protection at Lambo Postpartum Care Center!
"We've found so scattered clues from ancient texts.
"The Immortal Martial Path seems to use infants with specific birth dates to restore their Blood Qi!
"Those infants at Lambo Postpartum Care Center are likely targets of the King of Darkness.
"We suggest you guard them well, until they're a month old, don't relax."
Chairman Chen Shu nodded.
"Oh?
"Alright, alright, thank you.
"I'm on a business trip outside, I'll discuss with you more when I return."
After hanging up, Chairman Chen Shu frowned slightly, feeling a bit annoyed.
"Damn it, too little too late.
"After crashing, you realize the need to turn.
"After snot in your mouth, you realize you need to wipe."
...
In a brightly lit office.
Poison Master Wang E was holding a small bottle of potion, gazing intently at the sunlight outside the window.
"Is this the thing that can counter the human vase?
"How did it happen, wickedly strange!"
With this potion, almost all Dark World's human vase business was wasted.
Moreover, it's said that in the Committee, there's still a large stock of it, not belonging to the rare grade of dicines.
"If not for this potion, President Wu Jianxian's granddaughter would have died by my hand then."
He sighed in exclamation.
Suddenly, the door was knocked.
Knock, knock, knock!
Through the door walked a middle-aged man with a square face, his jaw extrely wide, chin very flat, truly a square face.
Manager Fang's square face was seen to be depressed, his face particularly dark, looking unpleasant.
Wang E laughed.
"Old Fang, why's your face black?"
"Over in West State City, the Blood Red Peach business has been disrupted!"
Wang E was stunned for a mont...
Blood Red Peach business?
The business appointed by the King of Darkness?
The business dealing with blood scabs given by the King of Darkness, was disrupted?
His face turned as dark as Manager Fang's.
He sighed, frowning, murmuring to himself.
"I said long ago, that West State isn't a pushover, best to avoid West State..."
Manager Fang continued.
"After West State City's business was disrupted, other cities' Blood Red Peaches also instantly ramped up their protection."
"Even bosses in other places have probably taken notice.
"We don't have much of a chance left."
Wang E had an ugly expression as he turned on the computer to look at the folder and the blood red peaches that had been retrieved.
"Hmm, only twenty-one have been retrieved.
"Damn it."
Manager Fang placed his hand on Wang E's desk.
"We can't fulfill the King of Darkness's requirent!
"He said he needs at least fifty! What do we do?"
Wang E thought for a mont, then tore a piece of notepaper and quickly scribbled down a phone number.
"Contact this number. Just say Wang E asked you to."
Manager Fang took it.
"Who is this person?"
Wang E replied.
"A friend I knew back before my Immortal Martial days. Everyone on the streets calls her Aunt Hong.
"She might be able to get the blood red peaches."
Manager Fang grinned.
"You've always got a way!
"How powerful is this Aunt Hong really? What path is she on? What sequence is she in? So formidable?"
Wang E shook his head.
"She's not into Immortal Martial."
"Ah? Then..."
"But she's been dealing with kids for twenty years now.
"Not just dostic ones, any color of kids, she can get them!
"The King of Darkness doesn't mind the taste, right?"
Manager Fang clicked his tongue in wonder... this kind of operation?
Wang E grinned as he spoke.
"The Dark World has always existed, ancient and modern, foreign and dostic.
"Our organization is essentially an Immortal Martial branch of the Dark World.
"Don't underestimate the traditional Dark World; it's a vast dark land that can provide us with substantial support and nourishnt!"
...
Swish...
Beneath an overcast sky, the murky waters of a swamp surged against the island's shores.
On the island, the foxes Quanquan Hu, Bai Xingxing, Black Ears, and others looked up, gazing toward a towering bronze door... or rather, a bronze doorfra.
The doorfra rose from the ground, dozens of ters high, requiring one to crane their neck to see the top.
"Whimpering?"
"Howling?"
The foxes were suspecting that this tall doorfra might be sothing of value?
Why was there such a high doorfra?
Where was the door slab within the fra?
Where had the door slab gone?
Critically, the doorfra was intact, and incredibly, it was preserved very well over millennia!
Moreover... the fra had words, had paintings... it wasn't just an ordinary doorfra; it was a big piece of ancient docuntation!
"Howling?"
"Whimpering?"
The foxes were contemplating whether to dig up this doorfra and take it back?
But it's too tall, and seemingly not easy to handle?
Then Bai Taiyang ran alongside the doorfra, stretching out his paws to explore for a while, brushing off so dirt.
"Howling, whimpering, whimpering howling!"
...First transcribe a portion of the text above, take it back to the master to see. Then let the master make the decision!
Foxes exchanged glances, then all looked toward Bai Taiyang, suddenly realizing that this fellow was indeed a clever fox! His ideas perfectly aligned with the consistent principles of Fox Mountain... when in doubt, ask the master!
"Howling!"
"Whimpering!"
"Whimpering!"
The foxes imdiately found smooth stone slabs, found so softer fossils, and gathered around the massive door fra to transcribe the text and illustrations on it.
They often saw the master transcribing docunts; today, it's their turn!
Scratch, scratch...
Caw, caw...
Stroke by stroke, the sound of the fossil's friction was rough, not very pleasant.
But doing the sa thing as the master, they still wagged their tails enthusiastically, feeling the entire fox community had beco more prestigious!
Not long after, each of them had transcribed one side of a stone slab and gathered in a circle.
Quanquan Hu glanced at the copies made by his brothers and sisters and imdiately furrowed his brows... but foxes are cunning, emotionally intelligent, so he said nothing.
He looked at his own copy... with this, it's enough for the master to evaluate the doorfra's worth!
Other brothers and sisters looked at each other's transcribed stone slabs, subtly furrowing their brows... they were all foxes, equally cunning, equally emotionally intelligent, and equally said nothing.
Everyone looked at their own copy... with their own, it's enough for the master to evaluate the doorfra's worth!
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