Chapter 1156: Imperial Minions

Imperial Minions

"What? You guys also have times when you are afraid?"

Behind the one-way Glass, Chu Changqing locked on the seat let out a disdainful cold snort. "It seems you guys are also just a makeshift troupe."

Facing Chu Changqing's mockery, the supervisor didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He glanced at Chu Changqing behind the glass and spoke calmly:

"Transfer the person first."

"Yes."

The surrounding people quickly unplugged the equipment on Chu Changqing's body, forcefully lifting the seat. Moving rollers were set up at the bottom of the seat. At the same time, as someone forcefully slapped the button in the corner of the wall, the wall behind the observation room actually began to push open to both sides, revealing a hidden tunnel leading out of the mountain body.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, dull sounds rang out from the ceiling directly above the observation room!

Swish swish swish——

Fresh blood stained the one-way Glass. The supervisor froze directly in place. As another loud boom transmitted out, the ceiling above Chu Changqing was directly blasted to pieces!

Amidst the hazy moon shadow, several figures agilely landed around Chu Changqing.

"Found him."

In the flying dust, a tall woman raised an eyebrow, using her fingertip to hook up the chin of the restrained Chu Changqing. The eyes narrowed like crescent moons clearly reflected the facial features of that long-haired figure,

"I didn't expect Chu Changqing is actually a handsome man with an artistic vibe... I thought those doing scientific research were all balding middle-aged uncles."

Chu Changqing looked at the strange woman in front of him, his brow subconsciously furrowing tightly.

"Who are you people?" The supervisor's complexion was incomparably ugly.

The woman was taken aback, looking left and right with an expression as if she had seen a ghost. "Who is talking?"

"It's a one-way glass." Beside the woman, three young men and women looking like university students opened their mouths to remind.

"What is a one-way glass?"

"..."

The several university students seemed somewhat speechless. One of them raised a finger and pointed, a "pie" (left-falling stroke in Chinese calligraphy) shot out, blasting the one-way glass on the front to pieces!

"Oh~ So there are people standing here!" The woman looked at the several people inexplicably appearing behind the mirror, her expression incomparably curious.

Supervisor: ...

"I remember you, you are Zheng Zhiqing!" The supervisor looked at that familiar face, suddenly remembering something. "You are a 'White Hand' registered on the roster of Bureau 749. I read your file back then... Do you know what you are doing??"

Her identity being exposed, the woman seemed not to care. She covered her mouth and chuckled lightly,

"Who hasn't made mistakes when they were young... But now, I have already found my true belonging."

"True belonging?"

Just as the supervisor was about to open his mouth to ask something else, a figure slowly drifted down from the hollow hole above.

In the hazy faint light, a youth with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes seemingly stepped on the moonlight, walking over slowly. Between raising his hands and taking steps, he emitted an indescribable oppressive feeling, especially that pair of eyes, seeming to have precipitated the sharpness and solemnity of thousands of years of time. A single gaze made everyone's minds tremble.

Plop——

The surrounding researchers only felt as if their legs no longer belonged to themselves, limply kneeling on the ground on the spot.

The instant the supervisor saw him, he also subconsciously wanted to kneel. Fortunately, the man wearing a white coat beside him timely raised a hand to support his body, and only then did he recover his senses... Bead-sized sweat drops slid down from the corner of his forehead. His eyes looked at that youth suspended in the air in horror.

"You... who are you?"

Even if the supervisor racked his brains, he couldn't recall when there was such a figure domestically. In the files of Bureau 749, whether Black Hand or White Hand, there was no content related to him... Could he have returned from overseas?

Thud!

A loud noise came from behind the supervisor. Astounded, he turned his head to look, only to find the entire corridor behind him had already turned into a magma hell. Between the spider-web-like cracks, a sturdy man wearing fur clothing slowly walked over.

Seeing Ying Fu not far away, Fu Kun immediately bowed respectfully:

"Your Majesty, I came late."

Your Majesty?

The supervisor's heart was full of blankness...

No matter what, since this group of people appeared here, it meant those "White Hands" guarding outside had all suffered disaster. But the supervisor fundamentally couldn't figure out, how did the man called "Your Majesty" instigate rebellion among the "White Hands" originally belonging to Bureau 749, making so many Divine Path Possessors sell their lives for him?

"Supervisor... what do we do now?" The white-clothed man seemed to also be somewhat panicked.

"... Delay for time as much as possible. Making such a big commotion, Bureau 749 can't possibly not know."

The white-clothed man gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to make a move, the three university students beside Ying Fu made their moves simultaneously. Three [Fix] characters were rapidly thrown out, his figure directly freezing in place...

"Your Majesty, should we kill him?" Zheng Zhiqing asked softly.

Ying Fu looked at the white-clothed man, his slender eyes narrowing slightly.

He stepped on the void, passing through the broken glass wall of the observation room step by step, stopping his footsteps in front of the white-clothed man.

"Third Tier Path of the Arts... The Divine Path Wielders of this era are truly pitifully weak." Ying Fu spoke lightly. He raised his palm, directly pressing towards the top of the white-clothed man's head,

"I will give you a chance... a chance to change your fate, are you willing?"

As Ying Fu's palm touched the top of the white-clothed man's head, the power of the Path of the Sovereign frantically drilled into the latter's body. His eyes lost focus at a visible rate to the naked eye, as if directly dragged deep into his inner heart...

[Palace Examination], opened.

"Wake up!!" Seeing this scene, the supervisor had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Just a short ten seconds later, Ying Fu's palm gently moved away. The white-clothed man slowly opened his eyes. The gaze looking at Ying Fu was incomparably complicated...

"What is your name?" Ying Fu asked.

"Replying to Your Majesty, my name is Wang Yuanrong."

Ying Fu nodded slightly, not saying anything more, turning around and walking towards the direction of the tunnel.

With Ying Fu's departure, Fu Kun carrying the hammer head, Zheng Zhiqing pushing Chu Changqing, and the other three university students all respectfully followed. At the same time, Ying Fu's calm voice entered his ears:

"Kill him, and then, follow me."

"... Yes."

"Little Wang! What are you do..."

The supervisor's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, the white-clothed man raised his hand like lightning. A fountain pen line trace was like a sharp blade, directly beheading his head!

The supervisor's head rolled on the ground. His eyes glared deadly at the white-clothed man, filled with terror and incomprehension.

After killing the supervisor, the white-clothed man didn't have the slightest hesitation, immediately chasing behind Ying Fu... leaving only a floor full of fresh blood spreading amidst the flickering warning lights.

"Your Majesty, are we leaving so fast?" Zheng Zhiqing pushed the restrained Chu Changqing, jogging all the way to follow behind Ying Fu, unable to help asking.

"Mhm." Ying Fu looked at the dim tunnel in front of him, his fingertip gently rubbing the communicator in his ear.

Bursts of slight electric current sounds vaguely transmitted out from it...

"A troublesome guy is approaching here."