Chapter 340: Slaughter Begins

After hearing the report, Lvshu hurriedly dug to the front of the team, with a fawning look handed over the grain tickets.

Sir, this is what we accidentally carried on us.

500 catties of grain tickets, same as the previous few forces.

The Prosecutor took it expressionlessly, then shoved Lvshu to the ground.

Troy Envoy?

The Prosecutor, light‑toned and holding a detector, sized up Lin An at the front.

Unlike before, he snorted, then gestured for the soldiers behind to surround Lin An.

"Your robe is trailing, your mask is off."

"A despicable rat."

"Who knows if there's anything else hidden?"

His eyes were sharp; at a glance he spotted the Apocalypse Ring on Lin An's hand.

The sound of bullets loading densely, dozens of soldiers tightened the encirclement.

Naked intimidation.

Lvshu panicked at the sight, hurriedly went to the Prosecutor's side.

"Sir, we, we have handed over the 'dangerous goods', you see..."

"Get lost, what's it to you?"

Seeing Lin An unmoved, the Prosecutor kicked Lvshu in the abdomen, turned his head slightly, and nodded to a middle‑aged person behind outside the Main Hall.

The Lion Safe Zone arrived yesterday; how could there be no special arrangements?

Outside the Main Hall.

A member of the Lion Safe Zone with sallow hair watched interestedly as Lin An was surrounded.

His negotiations with His Majesty Bolaka have been settled.

The conflict between Troy and Lion, Bolaka will not send troops.

The price is that after dividing Troy, all supplies will be given to Bolaka at thirty percent.

If not for saving a bit of face........

As the strongest in the team, Zhang Tie, the soldiers surrounding him are also the most.

"I told you to take off your robe, did you hear!"

"Damn slave dog, can't understand human speech!"

The Prosecutor, full of Impatience, loudly scolded the 'Troy Envoy'.

Compared to five hundred catties of grain tickets, he prefers to curry favor with the Lion Safe Zone.

The Lion people made it clear: humiliate the Troy Envoy, heavy rewards!

If the envoy group can be forced to leave, an additional reward of one thousand catties of grain tickets!

Within the rules, if you can't stand it and run off, what's it to me?

Outside the Main Hall.

The Lion Envoy satisfiedly watched the Troy Envoy stalemated in place.

If you have backbone, don't come in.

After all, once the Troy Envoy gets to see Bolaka...

Who knows if, after learning their force is about to collapse, the envoy will go all‑out?

If they were willing to submit, or simply become Bolaka's outpost, maybe they could really persuade Bolaka.

All the faction leaders are old foxes.

How could the Lion Envoy fail to guess Bolaka's thoughts?

Cleary having promised himself to abandon Troy, yet for the sake of reputation he still wishes to meet the Troy Envoy.

Isn't the idea just to strike himself again?

He even entertains the idea of draining Troy dry.

Among the team, beneath the black robes.

Zhang Tie's muscles tensed all over; he couldn't help asking Lin An quietly over the channel:

"Lin Dui, these scum clearly won't let us in unless we humiliate them first!"

"Kill!"

"700 meters! They might not be able to react in time!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Xiong Hanzi's anger nearly reached its limit.

In the brief silence, Lin An's eyes flashed with a fierce hue.

To be frank, he couldn't be bothered to keep pretending.

Although his psychic power is still a bit short of probing the interior of the Main Hall, at this distance, with full force, he could break in within at most two seconds!

Even if Bolaka reacts quickly, or isn't in the Main Hall, he'd still get away.

At worst, we'll just wipe out another safe zone!

In the standoff, just as Lin An was about to activate the Judgment Eye to lock on, a report suddenly sounded:

"Summon the Troy Envoy to enter the hall for an audience!"

The Lion Envoy, hearing it, turned his head toward the Main Hall, eyes filled with discontent.

Damn old fox!

These Troy mutators are said to be extremely careful about concealing their identities.

In his view, if they just hold out a little longer, even if they can't be driven off, they can still be dealt a heavy blow.

The Lion Envoy gave a contemptuous glance at Lin An and the others preparing to enter the hall, secretly sneering in his heart.

Consider yourself lucky...

Under the encirclement of alert soldiers, Lin An walked in front, with Zhang Tie following behind.

As the distance drew nearer, his mental power permeated every corner like an invisible sea.

Beneath the lowered head, a dark blue mist flashed and vanished.

"Beep, lifeform detected: 4773"

Four thousand soldiers, seven hundred attendants.

In the center of the main hall, on the high throne, a burly man clad in heavy armor sat upright.

At his side stood nearly a hundred scantily clad, beautiful girls.

Flanking the hall below were rows of gun-wielding dead soldiers, and a transparent, thick bulletproof glass divided the main hall in two.

"What a cowardly mouse."

Zhang Tie casually glanced at the situation inside the hall, waiting for news of Lin An's move.

"Captain Lin, is the armored man seated on the throne Bolaka?"

"As the lemming said, Bolaka is indeed afraid of death."

Focusing his senses, Lin An hesitated for a moment and remained silent.

In his perception, the underground structure was intricate and complex, with large numbers of soldiers filling the passages.

At the edge of his mental detection, a huge hollow contained signs of living beings, both male and female.

Very strange.

The defenses around the main throne were only slightly tighter than those above.

"Is the Bolaka on the throne a fake?"

Seeing Lin An still probing the underground inch by inch, Xiong Hanzi didn't ask further.

Upon entering the hall, Lin An unexpectedly saw Mark and Durandi.

"The two noticed the entering 'envoy group'."

"After reporting a bunch of nonsense according to procedure, Bolaka, seated high on the throne, said nothing."

"Instead, the Lion Safe Zone envoy was the first to provoke."

"Your Majesty Bolaka."

"The Troy Envoy came to sign an agreement with you, but they lack even the most basic respect."

"Such arrogant and rude people, I suggest driving them out directly!"

The Lion Envoy, noticing Lin An and the others entering, seemed to freeze in place and immediately used that as grounds for criticism.

"Although I don't know what these idiots are up to, perhaps they haven't realized their current situation?"

"But regardless, let's use this as an excuse to give them some eye drops."

Mark, standing on the other side, gave Lin An, who was leading, a cold stare, not forgetting how Lin An had toyed with him earlier that morning.

"Even after seeing Bolaka, they're still so arrogant?"

"Utterly foolish."

He finally figured it out: this bunch of brainless oafs truly have no brains.

"I wasted half a day fantasizing! Purely wasting emotions!"

"Like watching a play, I had originally wanted to rope Troy into my secret alliance."

"But now?"

"Hah."

"He could guess with his toes what would happen later in the script."

"Bolaka is psychologically twisted; he loves toying with various factions."

"He most enjoys giving these forces a glimmer of hope, then plunging them into despair, savoring their desperate expressions."

"Now, Troy's fate is all but certain to be destroyed."

"If the envoy begs bitterly and offers most of their supplies,"

"perhaps Bolaka might still toss them a bit of support, as if enjoying a performance."

"But given Lin An and the others' current performance, they'll likely be shot down and then dragged out to feed the dogs."

On the throne, Bolaka's attendant below shouted arrogantly:

"Troy Envoy! You dare stand before His Majesty!"

"Kneel at once!"

Durandi, kneeling in the hall, snorted coldly in his heart and glanced back at the unmoving Lin An and company:

"Your Majesty! Such rude people, the Troy Envoy clearly has no regard for you!"

"I suggest expelling them and demoting them to lowly status!"

"How can a place like this Safe Zone still have the face to seek your aid?"

"These idiots probably don't even know that half of the Troy Legion has been annihilated!"

"Adding fuel to the fire."

Durandi looked on with some anticipation as Lin An knelt, then began to plead in panic.

"Although Lin An and the others' behavior was a bit odd."

"But in his view, he likely still thought his own backing was fine."

"With that thought, Durandi loudly boasted, wishing he could rush forward and kick them again."

"Remembering how, at the auction, Lin An's line 'blood-wash Durandi' had frightened him, he felt deep shame!"

On the throne, a deep voice brimming with dissatisfaction.

"Trojan envoy! Why don't you kneel!"

The atmosphere inside the hall tensed instantly, and the alert soldiers simultaneously raised their guns and aimed.

As he continuously extended his mental power, the blue mist in Lin An's eyes gradually retracted.

After repeated comparisons, the mental power finally locked onto the surrounded male on the second underground level.

Found you, little mouse!

Beneath the black robe, the corner of his mouth curled up.

Amidst the gazes of the onlookers watching the show, mocking, even pitying.

Lin An slowly raised his head and let out a sneering laugh.

The voice was soft, yet unusually piercing.

"Kneel, you asshole!"

"Boom!"

The vast mental power surged forth like a tangible substance, instantly blasting the thick bulletproof glass into sky‑filled shards.

The flying shards reflected Zhang Tie's cruel, blood‑thirsty eyes.

"Start the slaughter!"