Golden City Resort Main building, top floor Presidential Suite.
Central Air Conditioner has stopped operating due to the power outage.
The room was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers, but the temperature was gradually rising.
After losing the air-conditioning, the entire suite was as hot and stuffy as a steamer.
Fang Cheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand in his trouser pocket.
Gardens and Artificial Lake, which originally lit up Landscape Lights, have been swallowed by darkness.
Dark clouds billowed in the sky, and occasionally a ray of cold moonlight leaked out, quickly blending into the deep night again.
This is not a bustling urban neighborhood.
After the power outage, everything was silent and everything seemed to return to its original state.
Fang Cheng looked across the dark Resort park to the overlapping Dense Forest a few kilometers away.
In that direction, the Chilling Aura perceived during the day becomes more and more obvious.
It was as if some giant creature tore a gap inside Mountain Body, sending out cold fluctuations.
"Mouse really showed up..."
Fang Cheng whispered to himself.
"President, it's pitch black outside, when should we do it?"
A deep voice came from Living Room behind him, with a hint of anxiety:
"I can't wait any longer. I really want to pick off those bastards' heads and use them as balls to kick. He Grandfather is so brave that he dares to mess with us Illumination Society!"
Then, another somewhat frivolous voice interjected:
"Why are you so anxious? Fat Tiger, President already knows what time it is that you will be nagging here."
"If Utopia master comes later, I hope you still have the courage to rush forward first!"
"Hoho, with President in charge, I'm afraid of him!"
The rich voice laughed loudly and started to laugh.
Fang Cheng turned around and looked behind Living Room.
Through the moonlight coming in from the window, we can clearly see the two people standing in Shadows.
The man on the left is nearly two meters tall, with a Bald Head on his head, and his well-developed muscles bulge out of his black T-shirt.
He walked towards that station like an iron tower, even the ceiling was half lower.
The young man on the right has handsome features and twinkling eyes.
A silver Dagger flipped back and forth between my fingers, turning it carelessly but not once.
The two people are Fat Tiger and Flying Shadow.
This afternoon, they were ordered to come to the Western Mountains from Dongdu City area, and Camouflage sneaked into Resort as guests.
I just encountered a large-scale power outage, so I immediately came up in the dark to ask for instructions from President.
Fang Cheng looked at the two people and asked:
"When you entered the mountains, no one followed you, right?"
Fat Tiger touched his bare forehead and smiled:
"How can that be possible? Flying Shadow and I are very good at acting. We pretended to be gay friends and no one paid any attention to us."
"Bah, bah, bah!"
Flying Shadow spat repeatedly and took two steps to the side with a look of disgust on his face:
"Who is playing gay with you? Be careful when you speak and don't use random words."
Then, his face straightened up and he asked Fang Cheng for instructions:
"President, Old Wolf and Xiao Bei have been assigned to protect Miss Zhou. What tasks should Fat Tiger and I be responsible for now?"
"No rush, I have to wait for the exact situation before making a decision."
Fang Cheng responded lightly.
"President is right."
Fat Tiger quickly echoed:
"This is called that... what is that? By the way, it is called "I will not move if the enemy does not move. If the enemy moves, I will strike back with thunder!"
Flying Shadow glanced at him and teased:
"Unexpectedly, after staying at Eastern Capital for more than two months, you have become literate."
"That's because recently I have been browsing Encyclopedia of Idioms every day in order to pick up girls on QQ."
Fat Tiger puffed up his chest proudly.
Dude, Dude.
While the two were talking, there was a sudden knocking sound outside the door.
Flying Shadow flicked his wrist, and Dagger instantly changed direction, showing off his sharp edge.
Fat Tiger also put away the smile on his face and put on a fighting stance.
Fang Cheng looked calm and shouted:
"Please come in."
With a soft click, the door was pushed open a gap.
I saw A Le walking in.
He held a strong flashlight in his hand and turned the light very low.
When the flashlight's aperture scanned the two-meter-tall Fat Tiger and Flying Shadow, who was exuding vigor, A Le's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, reaching for the holster on his waist.
But when he saw Fang Cheng standing in front of the window, he reacted immediately, suppressed his doubts and turned off the flashlight.
"Mr. Fang, something happened."
A Le quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice:
"In the afternoon, I followed your instructions and specifically screened the unfamiliar faces that have recently moved in, and identified a few suspicious targets."
"Just now I was about to take someone with me, but when I searched carefully, the Generator Set and cables in the computer room downstairs were suddenly blown up with explosives."
"Almost the entire park has a power outage. The situation is a bit chaotic. We don't know where the enemy is hiding."
Fang Cheng looks calm:
"I know, don't panic."
Hearing these words, A Le's heart dropped halfway and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:
"Then what should we do now?"
Fang Cheng did not answer, but asked:
"Where's Old Man Shen?"
A Le said quickly:
"Chairman Shen is already on the first batch of evacuation lists. A Biao and the others will personally escort them down through the special passage."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly and then ordered:
"Now, tell everyone in the East City Association to move immediately. While it's dark and the enemy can't see clearly inside Resort, guide all Hotel guests and staff to evacuate into Underground Shooting Range of Back Mountain and seal the entrance."
"Remember, no one is allowed to come out without my order."
A Le quickly nodded in agreement and moved his steps, but there was a trace of hesitation on his face:
"Mr. Fang... is there anything else you need us to do?"
"East City Association has left more than two hundred capable brothers in Resort. They all carry Shotgun and rifles, as well as some heavy guys to ensure sufficient firepower. If there is a fight later, we can hold on for a while."
"No, the next battle is not something ordinary people can participate in."
Fang Cheng shook his head and said in a gentle tone:
"You will be the greatest help to me by guarding Shooting Range and ensuring the safety of the people in Shelter."
A Le's heart trembled, and he instantly understood the weight of Fang Cheng's words.
Without any hesitation, he stood at attention and bowed:
"Take care, Mr. Fang, I will arrange for the evacuation of people right away."
After saying that, A Le turned around and quickly exited the room.
As the door lock clicked shut, Living Room became silent again.
Fat Tiger and Flying Shadow both looked at Fang Cheng. Although they did not speak, their eyes were full of eagerness to try.
Fang Cheng turned around, met the expectant eyes of the two people, and said:
"You two will follow me later and obey my orders. If Utopia really takes action, there will definitely be more than one person coming, and you will certainly be needed by then."
Fat Tiger grinned, pinched Clay Pot's big fist, and his joints made a crisp sound:
"Okay, after holding it in for so long, I can finally let go and do it!"
Flying Shadow also smiled:
"This is not the first time that President and we have fought side by side. It is our honor to accompany President to kill the enemy again tonight."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something strange, and his brows suddenly tightened.
Fang Cheng moved his feet for a moment, raised his hand and pressed down to signal the two of them to be quiet.
Fat Tiger's laughter stopped abruptly.
Flying Shadow also instantly stopped smiling and held his breath.
The two closed their mouths and stared at President.
The whole suite was so quiet that only the sound of the beating heart was left.
Although Fat Tiger and Flying Shadow are not Mental Ability User, as masters who have experienced life and death fights, they are keenly aware that Aura Field in Fang Cheng has changed instantly.
A fierce and blazing Killing Intent spread from Fang Cheng's body and swept through the entire room like a violent wind.
The temperature in the air seemed to suddenly rise to the ignition point.
The hairs on both of their bodies stood up, beads of sweat began to form on their faces, and it was difficult to even breathe.
Fat Tiger lowered his voice and asked tentatively:
"President, what's wrong?"
Flying Shadow also looked at Fang Cheng, holding Dagger tightly in his hand.
Fang Cheng stood there, with Flames vaguely beating in his eyes:
"Looks like you are really here for me!"
He quickly turned around and walked towards Coffee Table in the center of Living Room.
On top of Coffee Table is a blue Canvas Bag he brought.
Fang Cheng leaned down, stretched out his hand to open the zipper, and took out an object from the bottom of the bag.
It was a mask with a ferocious shape, and its entire body was a bright red color as bright as blood.
There are two curved horns on the forehead, the corners of the mouth are grinning to both sides, and the fangs are staggered.
Just like evil spirits from hell, there is a faint hint of evil.
Under the faint moonlight outside the window, it exudes a chilling bloodthirsty Aura.
The moment they saw this mask, the relief on Fat Tiger and Flying Shadow's faces completely disappeared.
The two of them stood up straight subconsciously, with unparalleled solemnity and awe in their eyes.
They know very well what this mask represents.
Because they have seen it with their own eyes many times.
In the big events that caused Eastern Capital in the past, as long as this ghost face appeared, it meant that corpses were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed.
Fang Cheng raised his hands and placed the mask on his face.
Many tiny tentacles sprouted from the edges, tightly sticking to the skin of his facial features.
Two blazing pupils shot out from behind the holes in the bloody ghost's face.
Those Crimson eyes exuded a suffocating sense of oppression in the darkness.
"Follow up."
A cold voice came from behind the mask.
Fang Cheng said no more and walked toward the door.
Two figures followed closely behind, blending silently into the darkness outside the door.
Within Auxiliary Building Three, Rehearsal Hall.
The entire show fell into a brief silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the three uninvited guests at the door.
I still haven't recovered from the sudden Unexpected Events.
"Who are you? Where is the security guard? Where is the security guard?"
The pot-bellied program member Director was the first to react and pointed at them and shouted.
"Security?"
A Kun, who was standing on the right, sneered and looked at him as if he were a fool:
"It seems like you have a fat head, but your brain is not very useful. You still haven't figured out the situation?"
Director's face turned red, and his voice became a little sharper:
"Stop playing tricks with me! Do you know this is East City Association's territory?"
"You dare to act wild here, believe it or not, I will send someone to send you to the police station now..."
"Bang!"
A gunshot interrupted his roar.
A Kun blew into the muzzle of the gun, and a plume of smoke came out.
Director's fat body froze suddenly.
He lowered his head and looked at the blood spattering on his thigh in disbelief.
Then he screamed like a slaughtering pig and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah... killing people!"
The hall instantly felt like a pot exploding.
The contestants and Stage Crew personnel who were originally surrounding the stage fell back like frightened birds and animals.
Folding chairs and music stands were knocked to pieces.
Several female contestants with poor psychological quality were so frightened that they fell to the ground, turned pale and began to cry.
A Kun then raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the ceiling and fired twice.
"Bang! Bang!"
Bullets shattered the chandelier on the ceiling.
Glass slag was smashed down on their faces, and everyone was so frightened that they immediately covered their heads and ran away.
"Everyone squat down for me and hold your heads in your hands!"
A Kun yelled at the top of his lungs:
"Whoever grunts again, I will shoot him directly in the head with my next shot!"
In an instant, the scream was choked back into his throat.
No one dared to move in the originally riotous scene. Hu La La fell down in large pieces and scrambled to shrink into the corner.
In the crowd, Zhou Xiumei bit his lower lip tightly and pulled his roommate who was paralyzed with fear to squat behind Prop Box.
Her face was also pale and her chest was heaving violently, but she was much calmer than her companions.
Because in the depths of her mind, a name flashed instinctively.
As long as Brother Cheng is here, there is nothing to be afraid of Danger.
Zhou Xiumei lowered his head and silently recited Fang Cheng's name in his heart to calm his nervousness.
At the same time, not far from her side, there were two people wearing ordinary Stage Crew vests squatting.
They are the Illumination Society members, Old Wolf and Xiao Bei who were arranged by Fang Cheng in advance.
Old Wolf was wearing the work clothes of Gray, squatting on the floor with his head in his hands.
Seemingly trembling, his eyes quietly glanced at the positions and Firearms equipment of the three people at the door.
Xiao Bei turned slightly sideways, blocking the Prop Box position where Zhou Xiumei was located within his own protection range.
Ta, da.
Pei Tianci stepped forward, and his leather shoes made a clear knocking sound on the floor.
He stopped in front of the steps, Gold-rimmed Glasses Backstep felt a chill and looked around:
"Very good. It seems that everyone is very smart and knows how to cooperate."
After saying that, he turned around and walked straight towards several professional heavy-duty cameras set up in the center of the hall.
Beside the camera, several technicians were huddled behind their tripods, shivering.
Pei Tianci stopped in front of them, lowered his head, and his tone was as gentle as a normal greeting:
"Who's the cameraman? Come forward."
A Duckbill Cap man trembled all over and raised his right arm tremblingly:
"I... I'm the cameraman..."
"Turn the device on."
Pei Tianci raised his finger and pointed at the camera and ordered:
"Switch the signal to News Channel of East Capital TV Station, and then connect it to Online Livestream."
The cameraman took a breath and explained with a cry:
"Uncle... this hall is just a front-end shooting equipment. To transfer the channel, it must be operated by HD Broadcast Van outside and operated by Master Control Console in the car. I... I only have picture access here..."
A Kun strode forward, the black muzzle of the gun directly pressed against the photographer's forehead:
"Stop talking nonsense, what are you wearing Earpiece for? Hurry up and ask your companions in the car to do the work."
"If you don't make the news within ten minutes, I'll shoot you in the head and replace you with another one!"
The hot gun barrel pressed against the Sun point. The photographer's face turned pale and he didn't dare to waste another half second.
He raised his hand tremblingly and pressed the camera's power button.
The red light above the lens lit up.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the phone number Earpiece hanging on his chest and shouted eagerly into the phone:
"Old Zhou, Old Zhou, did you hear that? Something big happened!"
"Quickly cut the program video signal, push the local signal to Eastern Capital station News Channel, and start the Online Livestream stream simultaneously."
"Quick, do as I say and tell Station Director not to cut off the signal. There is big news!"