The Emperor's Teeth!

Chapter 29: Emperor's Teeth!

Zhou Yun, his face contorted into Rag's ugly visage, strode through the stronghold.

This stronghold originally belonged to the gang that had held sway in the area.

With over a decade of accumulated wealth, they had transformed it into a spacious, three-story building, the epitome of luxury in the lower hive.

But now, the Ark Gang had taken over.

"On your left, the third man, that fleshy-faced fellow is watching you."

"The one leaning against the wall behind you is also watching you."

"And the second person on your right, too."

From the corner of Zhou Yun's eye, the winged figure in the white light whispered.

He gently flapped his wings, and a few wisps of white light, visible only to Zhou Yun, flowed out, marking the three individuals secretly observing Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun casually glanced at the three men.

He noticed they weren't just observing him; they were watching everyone coming and going.

Once they seemed satisfied that Zhou Yun wasn't a threat, they shifted their gaze away.

"They're surprisingly cautious," Zhou Yun frowned.

Who were they wary of? What were they wary of?

Zhou Yun shook his head and took the voice-print candy from his robe pocket, popping it into his mouth.

The candy melted on his tongue, a faint sweetness lingering in his mouth before flowing down his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Zhou Yun coughed twice nonchalantly, his voice as deep and lewd as Rag's.

He glanced at the main entrance of the stronghold and walked towards it.

"Halt!"

Before he could reach the door, two Ark Gang members guarding the entrance stopped him.

"It's me, Rag, brothers."

Zhou Yun, having already ingested Rag's voice-print candy, spoke in the old man's exact voice:

"Don't you remember? I was the one who guided the brothers last night."

The two guards remained impassive, scrutinizing Zhou Yun's face as if searching for some tell-tale sign.

Finding no issues after their examination, the guards nodded, signaling Zhou Yun to enter.

But Zhou Yun didn't rush. Instead, he pulled out two Lho-sticks from his pocket and pressed them into the guards' palms.

"Brothers, to be honest, the Pontiff assigned me a task this morning. She asked me to find someone."

Zhou Yun chuckled, his ugly face contorted into Rag's expression.

"I couldn't find him; the person ran off ahead of time."

The two guards frowned, glancing at the Lho-sticks in their hands.

"Could you two tell me how the Pontiff is feeling today?"

Zhou Yun asked with a grin.

"If she's in a bad mood, I'll have to prepare myself for a scolding."

The two guards exchanged a look.

"The Pontiff is troubled by that Eager Thief matter, so you'll likely get an earful," the guard on the right said, shaking his head.

"That little thief has been moving through several major sectors. He's been on the Ark Gang's wanted list for a long time, but we still haven't caught him," the guard on the left added.

"Eager Thief," Zhou Yun mused, tapping his chin. "Thank you, brothers. I'll treat you to drinks later."

With that, Zhou Yun stepped through the doorway and into the stronghold.

After a few steps, he stopped, as if suddenly remembering something, and turned back to the two guards. "Brothers, I forgot to ask."

"Where is the Pontiff now? The third floor?"

"She's in the conference room on the second floor, discussing the Eager Thief with the gang."

Zhou Yun chuckled and nodded, turning towards the direction of the second-floor conference room.

"Bastard."

In the Ark Gang stronghold's second-floor conference room, Lena, her face hidden beneath a large hood, couldn't help but curse as she looked at the record of the theft case in this sector.

That little thief who used a flame cutter had also drifted into this sector.

What a coincidence.

Despite her grumbling, Lena knew that the Eager Thief wasn't considered a truly wicked person in the Hive City.

Although that little thief often stole, he was more moral than most thieves.

Most of the time, she only stole money from the families of the relatively wealthy or gang members. Sometimes, if she accidentally entered the homes of ordinary Hive City workers, she would even leave money to fix the door and an apology letter.

But Lena was furious and annoyed with that guy.

Every time she thought about it, she would clench her fists, flush her face, and finally couldn't help but curse, "Bastard."

As the Pontiff of the Ark Gang, When she first founded the Ark Gang a few years ago, her little treasury was raided by that scoundrel.

Lena still remembered how she felt when she woke up in the morning and saw the door that had been cut open by a flame cutter and the empty treasury.

Although the money inside wasn't much, it was the private savings Lena had painstakingly accumulated.

To think it was all stolen by that guy!!!

After that, the bastard would occasionally visit the homes of Ark Gang members, use a searing saw to leave a hideous hole, and steal the money from their houses.

A few times Lena almost caught her, but she seemed to possess some kind of precognitive ability, slipping through Lena's fingers every time.

"I must catch this bastard this time."

Lena said through gritted teeth.

She looked at the meeting room and said to the few subordinate leaders:

"Arrange for patrols tonight! Patrol each street more than three times!"

"I, Lena, swear to the Emperor, I will catch this bastard!"

As she spoke, Lena fiercely swung her fists at the air a few times.

The subordinate leaders nodded repeatedly, vowing to catch that damned Eager Thief.

Lena let out a long sigh, as if wanting to exhale the anger accumulated in her chest.

She shook her head, which ached slightly from anger, and pushed open the meeting room door to walk out.

Then she saw an incredibly ugly old face blocking the doorway.

"Teeth of the Emperor!" Lena yelped in surprise, almost firing a Psykana cannon.

But in the next moment, she realized the owner of the ugly face was Rag, the local gang member who had surrendered last night.

"Rag? What are you doing standing here?"

Lena patted her chest and let out a sigh.

She eyed Rag warily.

Could this guy have been squatting at the door the whole time, eavesdropping on their meeting?

But what she had said wasn't that important anyway.

Lena frowned and looked Rag up and down.

She confirmed that although this guy was exceptionally ugly, he showed no signs of mutation and seemed to be pure human.

"You..."

Lena paused and said:

"Did you find the person I asked you to look for?"

Rag chuckled and scratched his head, saying, "Sorry, Pontiff, it seems he ran off ahead of time."

"Ran? Why would he run?" Lena was stunned for a moment, looking at Rag strangely.

Suddenly, a premonition arose in Lena's Psykana senses. She shivered all over.

"Something's wrong!"

The Pontiff of the Ark Gang, wearing a wide hood that covered his face, suddenly raised his voice in front of Zhou Yun and roared:

"You're not Rag!!! Who are you?!"

Discovered! Zhou Yun thought.

Without hesitation, he pulled the stopper from the gourd at his waist.

Yesterday, my Tyrant was almost destroyed by a charge from your friend's Terminator Squad's power fists, and then all six of my melee attacks were dodged by your Terminator Captain. So frustrating.