Chapter 184: Chapter Eight: Mechanical Monks

Only after these people left did Tasiya walk over, her face full of surprise, asking, “Did you subdue all the gangs nearby?”

The gangs in the settlement weren’t anything special—just thugs and hoodlums.

Real tough guy.

They all left the settlement and carved out territories in the lower levels of the hive city. Within the settlement, the Machine God Cult kept them in check; killing someone required stealth, and if the Cult’s Guard found out, they might end up on a wanted list.

At that moment, the onlookers far away were stunned into silence, bursting into exclamations—they had just suffered this exact blow, and they knew better than anyone how devastating it was, truly terrifying.

The man wondered how the other three were doing, whether they’d rush to notify the Garden Master immediately. After all, the sudden intervention of the Great Yu Dynasty had made everything far more complicated.

“Go rest for a bit—you still have your shift,” the head nurse said, patting her shoulder.

Meng Yinyin lunged forward, embracing Song Tingyue, whose heart had stopped, screaming in hysterical grief.

“If you find it, take your time—feel the elasticity of the veins.” Tu Jing had somehow walked over again.

She had always suspected she was left in the Lin family as a ward; now, hearing her grandmother’s words, she instantly understood—the person who sent her to the Lin family was Uncle Zhou.

“Probably this guy inside caught a pirate of sufficient weight… she likely completed Task Two outright,” Li Yang whispered softly to Tan Wei.

Yin Tianchou seized the opportunity, raising his blade—and a thunderous boom cracked beside the assassin’s ear. The next instant, he felt a chill at his neck and collapsed, motionless.

What price? Ouyang Jing had no idea how to answer; regardless of truth or falsehood, the name alone was a hot potato. He glanced at Ni Cheng, unsure what to say.

Thus, in the military headquarters, everyone publicly accepted that Vice-Commander Xu had retired due to exhaustion and ill health.

Over fifty years, humans grew stronger, and geniuses who cultivated into gods became numerous, alongside many with boundless ambition.

Tang Tianri glanced calmly at Zuo Yunfei, showing no reaction, as if nothing had happened.

“We’re already in District Eight. About one hundred sixty thousand spirit-li from the Heavenly Alliance’s Void Battlefield—not too far,” he murmured.

After seeing off Chang Yiming and his wife, Wu Xiaoying immediately told her husband about the necklace Chang Yiming’s couple had given them.

Yongxiao flipped the man on the ground—several shards of glass were embedded in his neck; the severed artery spurted blood like a geyser, and blood foam bubbled from his mouth.

Wang and Wu didn’t believe it; they told Cai Kun to send over Zhang Yixiang’s old phone number, and they’d call it themselves.

Moreover, under the impact of that Soul-Burial energy, Ling Dao felt his own River of the Other Shore qi grow denser.

The men on the city wall had already been eliminated; these were all bred assassins, absolute elites, proficient in every weapon, their awareness and strength no weaker than Qi Zong’s 11th-grade level.

When they saw the “item” inside the iron cage, everyone present wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Though Lin Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, the Bloodfire Xuan Yan within his body no longer resisted.

As a lawyer, his clients weren’t always victims; Li Ziyao didn’t expect Fang Siran, so pure and righteous, to understand the nature of his work.

Bai Ye’s biological mother was named Luofu, once the top genius of the main hall of the Qilin Empire’s Sacred Temple, the most revered expert.

When I stepped out of the restroom, Lu Xudong was leaning against the wall by the door, waiting for me. Seeing me, he immediately extended his hand, gesturing for me to follow him into the room.

A shotgun blast exploded on the horizon; Qin Yuan snapped his head up and immediately saw those large characters.