Chapter 366: 103 Party, Fate's Gift

Finally, when he typed the last character and pressed Enter, the evaluation template on the page vanished instantly, and the Libra Website in the center of the screen manifested once again.

One end of the Libra Website — the side with the petty person corpse — began to slowly sink, as if pressed by an invisible force until it could not breathe.

On the other end, golden light suddenly appeared, a glittering golden number leaped out from the shadows, suspended in midair, flickering with dazzling radiance.

Immediately after, the screen jumped again, and a transfer window popped up.

The window's background this time was very simple, just a window similar to a bank transfer, the center displaying that number from just now, below it a blank box for entering transfer information.

Lou Duan expressionlessly entered the account information, confirmed the transfer.

The cat hong eyes on the screen slowly closed, finally disappearing, as if they had never appeared.

The page returned to pitch black, only a line of blood-red text slowly fuchu:

"Weighing concluded, transaction established, cargo will be processed within seven working days."

【Clown】: Any other demands?

Lou Duan pinched his brow, fingers tapping on the keyboard, emitting crisp sounds.

Dang Duan Ze Duan: Seven working days is too long, I hope it can be faster, additionally, I hope it can be made to look like an accident.

【Clown】: Nine Districts location is remote, the receiver coming to the door takes time, your additional demands are also very trouble.

Lou Duan's gaze cooled slightly, fingers pausing on the keyboard for an instant, then typed a line:

Dang Duan Ze Duan: So, it can't be done?

【Clown】: Need to add money!!!

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Upper City's scattered lights, like a like a giant spider web, enveloped Lower City awakening from sleep.

Nine Districts, a dilapidated apartment building, in the stairwell, dust settled like fine sand hourglass, every step covered with a layer of gray.

On the walls, graffiti ran wild, every stroke of color burning the gaze.

Those paintings were both wild and chaotic, colors dazzling like nightmares invading, irregular lines and abstract patterns impacting the human visual nerves, making one involuntarily produce a slight stun sensation.

They seemed to carry some malice, inducing every viewer to subconsciously avert their gaze, avoiding those uneasy tones and compositions.

However, hidden in the depths of those colors were disguised perfectly camera probes, cold lenses silently watching every stranger who stepped into this place.

Every person entering here would be captured completely by cameras and infrared scan, any abnormality could make the corridor walls collapse within half a second, spraying colorful duge, raining death.

Top floor, windows wrapped in heavy black curtains like sealed coffins, not a sliver of light able to penetrate.

Inside, lights dim yellow and gloomy, like dying breath flickering, air permeated with a nauseating mixed smell — aged tobacco, uncoagulated blood, and metal rust's decayed sour astringent.

Bald man leaned askew on a worn sofa, sofa leather cracked, revealing yellowed stuffing inside.

He held a cup of gray-blue "ice cream", texture viscous, shape like stirred human brain matter.

He didn't use a spoon, but rough fingers directly dug in, fingernails sinking deep into that paste, each scoop he slowly sent into his mouth, a qiyi satisfaction surfacing on his face.

When tongue tip licked over fingertips' residual ice cream, his gaze stared blankly, as if chewing not food, but memories flowing inside the food.

Beside him, gaunt party member was using a bloodstain-covered cloth to wipe a handgun, his gaze hollow, mouth corner slightly twitching.

Each time he finished wiping a bullet, he would mutter in a low voice, voice hoarse and qiyi, as if conversing with some not see existence.

Room center, a woman crouched on the floor, posture like a fierce beast ready to pounce.

In her hand she gripped a sharp small knife, blade pitch black, emitting cold light, in the dim light like a poisonous snake's scale.

On the floor lay a piece of twitching "raw meat", blood seeping from the cut, winding into dark red traces, soaking the ground.

Woman carefully cut her prey, each stroke of the blade precise beyond reproach.

She brought the cut meat piece to her eyes to examine for a moment, then used tongue tip to gently lick the blade, movements gentle and restrained.

Glasses-wearing technician sat at the other end of the room, buried in a ruin of circuit boards and parts.

His glasses reflected the computer screen's cold light, gaze behind lenses focused like a jiqiren device.

His fingers split into bizarre tentacles, roaming on a wireless interferer's circuit board, soldering, adjusting, assembling, movements flowing like water.

He hummed an off-key melody in his mouth, melody broken and scattered, no gui fan discernible, yet inexplicably making one feel eyelids heavy.

Suddenly, a new email popped up on the laptop screen, in the middle of the email a Libra Website logo.

Technician casually clicked open the email, peripheral vision casually glanced but however, when line of sight fell on the three names on the 【Receipt】, his pupil violently shrank, fingers froze on the mouse.

His expression first stunned for an instant, then mouth corner slowly zui zui, revealing an indescribable expression.

"Isn't this... that idiot who negotiated conditions with us?"

Technician seemed to have seen something interesting, couldn't help but laugh loudly:

"Captain, above sent down a new mission."

"Getting a mission you happy what, even livestock need to catch a breath, you don't feel tired ah." Woman's meat-eating appetite weakened, one knife ended the jinru.

That was a deformed E Corpse, twisted head finally stopped twitching, bizarre dual eyes showing liberation's luster, as if thanking this sudden end.

Its ribs flared outward, hideous and tragic, the entire chest cavity's flesh almost picked clean, hollow as if some post-sacrifice remains.

Technician hehe laughed, holding computer quickly walked to Captain's side:

"Captain, take a look at the names on the 【Receipt】, familiar?"

Bald man sucked the brain matter on his fingers, gaze casually swept over, then blinked, mouth corner zui zui revealing uneven black teeth:

"This is quite coincidence isn't it?!!"

The other several party members hearing this, stopped their respective actions, all gathered around, soon the room echoed with cang liang bu xuan qiyi laughter.

"Interesting."

"Since our Dui formed, this is the first time crashing into this kind of thing right, hehe—"

"Not coincidence, Fate watches everything in its eyes..."

Bald man licked his lips, palm clenched fist pressed against chest, face showing a heart-palpitating fanaticism, supplemented:

"This is Fate's arrangement!"

The words had barely fallen when the room fell silent for a moment, and everyone stood at attention in an instant.

The same fanatical look appeared on their faces, and almost instinctively, they all pressed their fists against their chests, their gazes burning like flames.

"Red Dragonfly, don't let me hear your complaints anymore. Every order sent from above is a gift of Fate. Understand?"

The woman's expression hardened, she nodded heavily, then asked:

"Understood. So, how do we handle this order?"

The bald man's expression eased slightly, his mouth split open full of black teeth, and he said coldly:

"Of course: For Fate, Offer Death."

The whole team lowered their voices at the same time, repeating in unison:

"For Fate, Offer Death!"

Only then did the bald man slowly extend his finger, pointing at that familiar name, and said faintly:

"Since it's a surprise bestowed by Fate, then let's deal with him last... the last one is the most delicious!!!"

Chapter End