Chapter 407

Just as the gunshot rang out.

At the very end of the bodyguard line, Tong Shan, wearing sunglasses, sighed and flicked his finger. Instantly, the steel nail that had just left the barrel lost its target and veered off into the sky.

The attacker shouted, roared, and pulled the trigger again.

Still to no avail.

After the two steel nail bullets were fired, looking at the unscathed Xu Chaoxian through the dissipating smoke, he was stunned for a moment and subconsciously swung the hammer-like modified firearm in his hand, rushing toward the podium.

Regrettably, there was no more opportunity.

No, there never was an opportunity to begin with.

The security guards and bodyguards on the sidelines had already pounced, pinning him to the ground. Under layer after layer of suppression, the attacker's mask fell off his face, revealing scars like those from acid erosion, ugly and pathetic.

He lifted his head stiffly, staring at Xu Chaoxian, who was protected in the middle by his subordinates, his eyes bloodshot.

Roaring and struggling time and again.

"Running dog!!!"

He roared vaguely, as if weeping blood: "You bunch of running dogs!!! Xu Chaoxian, you will die without a burial place sooner or later! You f***ing..."

His mouth was gagged.

Drag him away.

The corner of Tong Shan's eye twitched, and his gaze dropped.

A silent sigh.

Running dog, huh...

Inside the venue, the brief commotion soon came to an end. It seemed this wasn't the first time they had encountered such things; from Xu Chaoxian down to his subordinates, everyone was unfazed.

"It seems the enthusiasm of our friends here is indeed a bit excessive. Sports shouldn't be aimed at the audience, otherwise, you'll be penalized..."

The Viceroy, whose hair was not out of place, still stood on the podium, continuing his speech with grace and charm, making a joke about what had just happened and inciting a burst of canned laughter.

Among those enthusiastic or indifferent faces, there were still quite a few faces full of regret, not hiding it at all.

What a pity.

Why didn't you die?

Ji Jue lowered his eyes to look at his phone screen. Isis reported, 【Sir, communication anomaly.】

His brows arched and furrowed again. He stood up and reached out to Lu Ma, who was still in shock: "Let's go; the scene is too chaotic. It won't be easy to leave once it's over."

He picked up his third sister, took Lu Ma, and walked toward the outside of the venue.

Before his eyes, the text messages intercepted and decrypted by Isis appeared, two temporary numbers.

【That piece of trash failed!】

【It can only be you, Ajelam. Everyone will remember your sacrifice.】

【Don't forget what you promised me.】

【Rest assured, the Bai Wang is eternal, my brother. We will reunite in Paradise.】

【The Bai Wang is eternal!】

In less than a minute, a few short messages flashed before Ji Jue's eyes. Signal lock complete. In the aisle, Ji Jue suddenly turned his head and looked at the opposite stand.

In that surging crowd.

A bearded man clutching a phone was hesitating, gritting his teeth, his expression changing. He suddenly stood up and pulled open his jacket, revealing dense cables and explosives.

He shouted toward the direction of the live broadcast camera:

"--Long live the White Clan!!!"

The detonator was pressed!

Snap!

At that instant, a loud noise roared.

Above everyone's heads, the moment he stood up to shout, Tong Shan suddenly turned his head. The psychokinesis that had shrouded the entire venue had already detected the abnormal clue. With a flick of his finger, the psychokinesis stirred the air in the middle of the venue, exploding into a thunderbolt out of thin air.

It attracted everyone's gaze.

And the man covered in explosives had already stiffened in place, frozen, unable to move. Even his blinking was no longer under his control. Layer after layer of psychokinesis shrouded his body, creating an invisible barrier, a lockdown.

The hand holding the detonator snapped off into thin air, suspended in mid-air, with even the pressure of the press maintained in its original state.

Then, immediately following that, from bottom to top, he rapidly disintegrated.

"Useless."

Ji Jue sighed with emotion; just a glance was enough to distinguish the specific structure: "Besides active triggering, there's also a countdown and remote control..."

The subtle words were like a whisper, but he knew Tong Shan could hear them.

Consequently, that gaze cast over became increasingly helpless.

"Do me a favor."

Tong Shan sighed: "Consider me in your debt."

"Don't be like that, Brother Shan."

Ji Jue shook his head, helpless.

Instantly, a mechanical deus ex machina occurred; the bundles of dense cables and explosives entangled on the attacker's body disintegrated out of thin air, the detonators fell off, and there was no further response.

Not only that, the phone in the attacker's pocket lit up out of thin air, tracing the records. Soon, on Tong Shan's phone, two different seat numbers, photos of a man and woman who seemed to have no connection, two mobile coordinates outside the venue, and a vehicle parked on the street outside Tianmen appeared...

Hmm, it's actually a new product from Haian, a classic replica small bread van.

Thanks for the support!

Ji Jue pressed his phone twice, directly killing the engine.

After putting the phone down, he felt a sense of disgust in his heart, finally experiencing the discomfort that Tong Zhiwu had long since become accustomed to: this powerlessness of not being able to stand some dog thing, yet being unable to leave him dead on the street due to various relationships.

No way around it.

Xu Chaoxian cannot die for the time being.

At the very least, he cannot be blown to death here.

Otherwise, at least half the people in the venue would be buried with this dog thing, and this crappy competition is even sponsored by himself!

You bunch of dog things, you don't care about the location at all.

Next, with Ji Jue opening the full map and wall-hack, the efficiency of the Security Bureau was rapid, and they soon took down most of the people involved before the riot occurred.

As a result, there were always accidents.

The Security Bureau Chosen One who went to the front row stands to make an arrest returned with a shameful expression, lowering his head: "Team Tong, one got away."

"What happened?" Tong Shan frowned.

"I, I don't know..." the Chosen One stammered: "I, I just had a lapse in focus, and he, no, she... in short, that person just disappeared!"

He couldn't even say whether the person in that seat was a man or a woman, old or young, what features they had, or what they looked like.

It wasn't just him; Tong Shan, who should have been monitoring the overall situation and grasping the state of affairs, had actually let the other party slip through, and had even failed to notice...

"Heart Pivot?" Tong Shan frowned.

"Heart Pivot, indeed."

In the darkness at the exit of the passage not far away, Ji Jue sighed with sudden realization.

There is nothing more troublesome than finding a Heart Pivot out of a large crowd; it's even more troublesome than picking a single ginger thread out of a pot of shredded potatoes. At the very least, you can devour all the shredded potatoes, but you can't kill all these people, right?

Sometimes, this 'ginger thread' will even disguise itself as the texture of a shredded potato to deceive you, making your conscience feel bad and unable to take a bite...

No way around it; these dog-brained people have all maxed out their stealth skills, and they all have blessing sequences that ignore or lower their presence, which is deadly insidious.

Before he is willing to reveal his true face, he will seem more like an ordinary person than any ordinary person. It's even possible that the person himself didn't even show up, and what came here was just a puppet.

Thinking of this, Ji Jue felt a headache.

So troublesome...

If I had known, I wouldn't have come. What does the life or death of this piece of dog shit Xu Chaoxian have to do with me?

Yet, the piece of dog shit had no self-awareness at all, clinging on persistently. As soon as they reached the exit and turned the corner, Xu Chaoxian walked up with a warm laugh and long strides, reaching out both hands to greet him enthusiastically: "This must be Mr. Ji, right? Oh my, this is our first meeting. Truly young and promising, young and promising!"

"Heh."

Ji Jue glanced at the hands the other party extended and just gave a polite smile: "As long as you know."

He withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Not buying it at all.

Xu Chaoxian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't care at all, shrugging and mocking himself: "It seems my Viceroy job really isn't well-liked."

Tong Shan, behind him, was silent, turning a deaf ear.

He just glanced at the back of his head.

You f***ing know that too?!

It was half an hour later when Ji Jue saw Tong Shan walk out again.

He was sitting in the shade of the steps playing with his phone. Hearing the familiar footsteps behind him, he turned around and smiled: "Finished?"

"This is only the beginning."

Tong Shan sighed: "There's still a mountain of things to do later, troublesome to death. I have to write reports again, and I have to pursue that Heart Pivot... I guess it'll be another mountain of messy business."

"What happened just now?" Ji Jue asked curiously.

"Those Central Landers?" Tong Shan tugged at his bowtie and took a breath: "The White Clan's restoration organization, a bunch of fanatics from the Southern Holy Unification Alliance. To retaliate for the military's arrest of one of their priests a few days ago, they planned to give the Federation another traditional Central Land surprise."

Ji Jue shook his head: "I was talking about the one before..."

Instantly, Tong Shan was silent.

He subconsciously touched his pocket but restrained the urge to smoke. In the end, he just shook his head helplessly: "A poor ghost with nowhere to turn."

An accident, a chemical pollution incident, a backroom deal, a scapegoat and poor wretch, an unexpected blow, a family falling apart, family members dying of cancer because of it... and an empty shell that had no meaning in living.

"F***ing enough."

He sighed wearily.

Ji Jue didn't speak, silently watching the long-lost scenery on the school square.

In the brief silence, Tong Shan's phone vibrated again, reporting progress.

He glanced down at his phone and suddenly asked before leaving: "Free tonight? Let's get together?"

"Your treat? That's rare."

Ji Jue was stunned, grinning playfully: "After eating my food so many times with your sister, you've finally found your conscience? Aren't you afraid of being reported for extravagance and waste?"

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so reporting me is none of my business."

Tong Shan shrugged, as if relieved, and grinned: "Coming or not? Steak and seafood, all you can eat."

"I'm coming!"

Ji Jue nodded without hesitation: "Definitely coming."

"I'll send you the address later."

Tong Shan walked away without looking back.

Leaving Ji Jue sitting on the steps, watching the sunset glow gradually rising, feeling a sluggish shock and bewilderment. After a long time, he sighed with melancholy.

I thought it was rare for Tong Zhiwu to be generous for once, and that the future was promising, but it turns out there is no future?

Too fast.

Leaving as soon as he said he would, so fast it caught people off guard.

But in reality, counting the time, it was already quite slow. The transfer order had been down for over a month, and now that the handover was complete, Tong Shan was about to be transferred away from the Yacheng Security Bureau.

From now on, Xu Chaoxian's life or death would no longer be any of his business.

He's free.

Truly something to celebrate!

But who's going to make up for all those meals I'm owed? The blockhead? Don't blame me for bullying your sister for fun, okay!

Ji Jue sighed, stood up, patted his pant legs, and walked toward Lu Ling and the others, who were waving at him from below the steps.

I'll go buy a bottle of good wine in a bit.

As it turned out, the wine was bought.

Tong Zhiwu didn't get a single drop!

The moment Ji Jue's wine was placed on the table, before the cold dishes had even made a round, they had already been finished off by the group from the Beishan district who had arrived first.

"It's rare that you have a heart, kid."

Wen Wen slapped the table and stood up, picking up the wine bottle, extremely heroic: "Come, I'll show everyone how it's done first..."

Snap!

After flicking the bottle cap off, she finished it in one second, then sighed comfortably and sat down: "You guys go ahead, you guys go ahead!"

Then, another whole case of hard liquor was brought over, and everyone was given a bottle to rinse their mouths first.

Instantly, there was a round of applause—well, mainly from Tong Hua, who had obtained the privilege of being exempt from drinking by signing a 'letter of admission of defeat' on her head, plus little An, who was holding juice and looking bewildered as a minor.

"..."

Feeling this intense atmosphere, the corner of Ji Jue's eye twitched, feeling that he wouldn't be able to walk out the door upright tonight.

Watching her being so uninhibited, Ji Jue immediately winked at Old Zhang across the table, his lips moving silently: How long has she been sober?

Old Zhang made a gesture of seven, and Ji Jue immediately breathed a sigh of relief—thank goodness, thank goodness—and then he saw him make another seven...

And then another...

Twenty-one days!

Ji Jue's vision went black.

Damn, just how much of a rebound is this going to be?!