The central bridge leading to Upper Hive has checkpoint railings across the middle of the road.
The soldiers of the Fifth Legion carried Lasgun and blocked the convoy of Fu Haoran tightly.
Commander Marcus·Witt stood at the front with his arms folded, his face full of undisguised contempt.
He is a confidant of Brigadier General Valerius, and it is obvious that he is here to block people.
The motorcade stopped, Fu Haoran lowered the window and asked with a cold face:
"What? I, the governor, also need to inspect my fleet?"
"I'm sorry, Lord Governor." Marcus said with a smile, "This is Upper Hive's rule. All vehicles entering and exiting must be unpacked and inspected. Even if you are the Governor, there is no exception."
Everyone knows that this is to prevent Fu Haoran from causing trouble.
Fu Haoran stared at him for three seconds, said nothing, and raised his hand to open the door.
Marcus's eyes lit up, and he personally led his people to rush up, turning five cars upside down.
The carriage door opened, and the ingredients were neatly packed inside, as well as some tableware and decorations for the banquet.
There is nothing wrong with it except that there are too many people.
Marcus was still worried, so he climbed into the car himself and took a sweep with the detector.
The detector was quiet and there was no weapon response.
He patted the dust on his hands, smiled and waved, "Let's go!"
Wait for the convoy to restart and leave
Marcus immediately dialed Valerius's communication and reported in a flattering manner, "Brigadier general, don't worry, Fu Haoran is just a weakling. He doesn't even have a gun in the convoy."
"He definitely gave in."
What he didn't know was that on the other side of the bridge, in the darkness, a team was getting ready to go.
Upper Hive core area, Star Banquet Hall.
There is still an hour before the dinner starts, and the nobles have not arrived yet.
Fu Haoran and Yuri were like masters, slowly inspecting the layout of the scene, running their fingertips across the plates on the dining table.
Then we came to the underground wine cellar.
Fu Haoran raised his hand and swiped in the air, the system space opened, and each exoskeleton Power Armour landed silently.
In the back kitchen of the banquet hall, soldiers disguised as attendants had already put on Flak Armour jackets under their uniforms, with Laspistol firmly tied to their ankles.
Micro shock bombs were hidden in the ventilation ducts in advance, and the lines were connected to Fu Haoran's personal terminal.
The electronic lock on the banquet hall door has been cracked by Yuri in advance and can be locked remotely at any time.
Each soldier disguised as an attendant wore a headset.
Yuri came close to Fu Haoran and lowered his voice. "Everything has been arranged. As soon as the signal is sounded, the people in the wine cellar can rush into the banquet hall within ten seconds. The door is locked and no one can escape."
Fu Haoran nodded, said nothing, and glanced at the observation deck on the second floor of the banquet hall.
There is the main battlefield tonight.
The hour hand pointed to seven o'clock in the evening, and the nobles entered the venue one after another.
The gilded door was pushed open again and again, and Hive City nobles in luxurious attire and bodyguards walked in, chatting and laughing, looking at Fu Haoran with contempt for a slaughtered lamb.
Yuri stood beside Fu Haoran, lowered his voice, and his face became increasingly ugly. "The number of bodyguards brought by the nobles is three times more than we expected. We are in big trouble."
"Wait, why is there Drukhari!"
Fu Haoran followed his gaze and looked over.
The tall figure with long fiery red hair hanging down to her waist stood out from the crowd.
She was wearing a black close-fitting outfit that was comparable to a bikini, with spiked razor leggings covering her slender legs. Her bare feet were on the marble floor. Her figure was slim and charming, and her eyes were naturally seductive, but there was a murderous intent in her eyes that could freeze someone to death.
Sexy, elegant, and deadly.
Fu Haoran spent 100 Universal Points to start a deep scan of the system.
[Name: Lailis·Hesperax]
[Race: Commorragh Drukhari]
[Identity: Wych Cult top succubus warrior]
[Attributes: Strength 80, Agility 95, Constitution 75, Spirit 85]
[Core abilities: hair toxin piercing, ultimate melee acrobatics, neurotoxin control]
[Equipment: Poison quenching dagger × 2, ion grenade × 3 (hiding position cannot be scanned), barbed neurotoxin hair]
[Current favorability: 5]
[Introduction: Lailis·Hesperax, succubus, this is the title of the most skilled, elegant and charming female warrior in Drukhari society. Without any transformation or divine grace, she can fight fiercely with Space Marine champion for several hours just by relying on instinct and skills. Danger level: SSS.]
[PS: Host, we have encountered a tough situation this time! The top ruthless person in Commorragh Wych, with your attribute points, can't survive three rounds in her hands, so be blessed!]
It is hard for outsiders to believe that this girl Aeldari, who only has a dagger, a barbed headband, a sports bra, stockings and a thong, is so dangerous!
Fu Haoran didn't hesitate at all and directly added all free attribute points to strength and agility.
At this moment, Lailis in the corner of the banquet hall suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met those of Fu Haoran.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"It's interesting, you don't have any sexual desire for me, and you still kind of... dislike me?"
But at this moment, a few fat-headed nobles came up to her and wanted to invite her for a drink.
Lailis was too lazy to speak, not even raising his eyelids.
She has no interest in this kind of meaningless communication, especially these low-level creatures that evolved from monkeys, and they only think about estrus.
Lailis just lifted his feet, so fast that only an afterimage was left. After a few kicks, several nobles instantly fell to the ground holding their crotches, curling up in a ball in pain.
Just when they were about to scream, Lailis gave them a blow and knocked them unconscious.
Lailis tiptoed, crossed the distance of more than ten meters with a few light jumps, and landed steadily in front of Fu Haoran.
Yuri's whole body was tense and he pressed his hand on the gun without daring to move.
"How could a succubus condescend to come here?" Fu Haoran took the initiative.
"Oh? You actually know a succubus?" Lailis looked at him with interest, his voice was sweet and melodious, and it tickled people's hearts, just like the legendary demon succubus.
"I've heard of it." Fu Haoran said calmly, "Wych Cult's top warriors have a higher status in Commorragh than nobles."
Lailis had a flash of interest in his eyes.
Fu Haoran knows the nature of these Drukharis very well.
There's no point in trying to please. The more excited they are, the harder they will stab you.
We are all enemies anyway, so why not mock him face to face first, just in case it really costs you your life, it will give you some relief.
So, Fu Haoran said, "I heard that you are often pushed to the ground and tortured by Craftworld Aeldari's warriors, so you especially like to go to the human world to torture people to gain a sense of presence?"
Lailis's eyebrows raised instantly, his eyes fell on Fu Haoran's neck, but his tone was so sweet. "It seems that someone is impatient with life."
She took a step forward.
Yuri is almost scared to death, uncle, this is Drukhari, a ruthless character who can stomp you into eight pieces in one second!
The key is, they don't like to give people pleasure, they like to torture them the most!
Fu Haoran remained motionless, turned his head and said behind him, "Lucifer, your fellow countryman is here."
There is no way you can defeat a girl with this attitude, so contact her parents.
Lailis became interested and wanted to see what kind of support this human being could find.
It's useless even if I get a can today!
A figure walked over from the dining table, holding snacks in one hand and an iced Coke of 2K World in the other.
"I didn't expect to see Aeldari's little girl."
Little girl?
Lailis's murderous intention surged instantly.
She has lived for tens of thousands of years, and yet she is called a little girl?
Seeking death!
Just as she was about to move, she instinctively warned.
Can't beat it, absolutely can't beat it.
The deathly aura of the woman in front of her, who seemed to be about the same height as her, made her feel scared from the bottom of her bones.
That is engraved in the Aeldari gene, the mark of the old enemy from War in Heaven.
The woman in front of me is Necrons?
Just when the two sides were at war with each other and the air was about to freeze, a middle-aged man wearing a Rogue Trader uniform strode in, laughed and said, "Ms. Lailis, I'm late, I've already prepared the goods you want!"
It's Rogue Trader Reck·Vance.
He accidentally broke into this confrontation and interrupted the imminent battle.
Lailis put away his fighting spirit.
She came here mainly to relax and purchase a batch of slaves from Reck·Vance to take back.
Before leaving, Lailis glanced at Fu Haoran, with a playful smile on his lips, "My name is Lailis·Hesperax."
"I hope your performance will satisfy me later."
Obviously, she had already seen through these little tricks in the banquet hall.
For Drukhari who is proficient in conspiracy and conspiracy, these arrangements of Fu Haoran are really too immature.
But she won't say.
After all, conspiracy and fighting itself are the best fun.
Lucifer leaned on the railing and said calmly, "Outside the banquet hall, there are 12 Drukhari she brought. You are in big trouble."
Yuri's legs were weak, and his voice was trembling. "One... one is enough, twelve?!"
Fu Haoran looked at Lucifer: "Can you contain them?"
"The rest are no problem. I can keep them without causing trouble for you."
"But that Drukhari, I can't keep her."
Fu Haoran was silent.
This Hongmen Banquet has already begun, and there is no turning back!
"It's just a Drukhari succubus, I still don't believe it can't be solved!" Fu Haoran cheered himself up brazenly.