Preserve-the-Status-Quo Faction: Warning

But Zhizhuotu didn't care about that right now. He kept saying, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"

The bounty hunter thought to himself: They've finally taken the bait.

Toland reached for his terminal and murmured, "Even Gael Company's confidential documents?"

"Give it all! Give it all!"

Immediately afterwards, their voices came through the terminal. "Even Gale... give it to us!"

Zhizhuotu's face turned pale.

But it's hard for onlookers to tell whether his condition was due to excessive blood loss or fear of the company.

Regardless, as long as he lives, and as long as Zhizhuotu's fear of being discovered by the company outweighs the difficulty of Toland's demands, he will have to pay the price for Toland's bizarre requests.

With that thought, Toland drew his sword with satisfaction and freed Zhizhuotu from the wall.

When he tried to get some side jobs from Mr. "I'll do anything to get rid of me," he saw the uninvited guest behind the desk.

The silver-haired Liberi sat casually behind his desk, as if it were his own property. Seeing that Toland had noticed him, he picked up a mug beside him and asked, "Black tea? Sweet wine? Or beer?"

Zhizhuotu cast an expectant look at Oute, but only received a cold glance in return.

Toland's breath hitched for a moment, and in a flash, he changed his strategy, grabbing Zhizhuotu and trying to make a run for it!

His movements are indeed fast, but the difference between fast and slow often requires some anticipation.

The well-proportioned Kuranta, dragging a sword-spear at an angle, had been waiting for some time in the shadows at the other end of the corridor.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Toland dropped the fat sheep he was holding and charged forward in a desperate attack.

"Doctor. Oute! Help!" Zhizhuotu seized the opportunity and shouted towards Liberi behind the desk.

Damn it!

If he realizes what's happening now and recalls the security personnel outside, he'll be completely trapped!

The dense Originium crystal shell structure pressed down on the longsword in Toland's hand, while the long-handled weapon, serving as the base of the staff, was firmly held in Dyster's grasp.

"You still have time to get distracted?" Dyster's movements were swift, but her eyes sparkled, as if she were somewhat obsessed with her own actions.

Wow! Doctor! That's amazing!

Although the lawyer's physical abilities are far inferior to those of the seasoned Sarkaz, Oute can use possession to not only remove Dyster's physical limitations but also provide her with more powerful treatment.

While it may not be a case of one plus one equals more than two, this combo skill can allow operators who are weak in close combat to temporarily act as protectors.

Seeing that he couldn't break out of his predicament quickly, Toland hid one hand inside his coat, searching for something, then flashed a flippant smile, "Rhodes Island, I have no grudge against you, why bother?"

In the smoke, Toland kicked open a door in the corridor to distract everyone, then quickly ducked and sprinted back, still trying to find his way back.

But the sound of tea being brewed slowly rose from the desk.

"Bounty hunter, I'm actually quite interested in the injustice done to your employer."

After the smoke cleared, the thorny crystalline shell locked Toland firmly in place, and following the gleaming blade on his neck, one could see Kuranta and her long-handled weapon.

The contrast between Dyster's increasingly excited expression and her increasingly agile movements grew more and more pronounced.

Is this really my body!? It's like the same car performing completely differently on a top-notch racer compared to me!

She was quite talkative during the mental link.

Wow! That move was so cool!

The natural fear that arose the moment of possession has completely dissolved.

Oute pinched the bridge of his nose: [Don't entertain such pointless thoughts as 'it's cooler to have your body used by someone else.']

On the person in charge's terminal, Oute connected to the security communication system and then unilaterally muted the microphone.

"Sizzle... Mr. Zhizhuotu?"

From afar, a cluster of crystal shells arched up Zhizhuotu, presenting this dead-fish-like person to Oute.

Oute raised his head slightly. "How much of what that bounty hunter said was true?"

"Judging from your accent, you're a native of Tsvonnek, right? In your quest to climb the social ladder, you've turned the entire Tsvonnek countryside into a mess?"

Zhizhuotu realized something and scrambled to free himself from the crystal cluster. But these sharp, angular "tentacles" tightly bound his limbs and gagged him.

"It seems that's mostly the truth... You've done a terrible job to the rural communities." Oute sighed, then suddenly asked, "How much compensation was withheld from those who were killed or injured by the overturned Lungmen? Eighty percent?"

Zhizhuotu's eyes darted away.

More than.

Abstract person, concrete person, you are a fallen one!

"I'll give you a chance: pass on some small pieces of information for me within Gail Industries, and I'll pretend I didn't hear anything. How about it?"

Feeling his mouth freed from its confinement, Zhizhuotu hurriedly said, "Great!"

Okay, yes, that's right.

They're about the same.

Zhizhuotu personally opened the door for Oute outside the heart.

What's happening outside?

Zhizhuotu looked horrified; large beads of sweat broke his brow and plunged into his eyeballs. The salty sweat burned him, but his face remained motionless, as if nailed to his skull, except for that horrified expression.

This is him speaking, but it's not him personally speaking!

Toland, firmly locked in a thorny crystal shell, looked even more frightened than Zhizhuotu.

You son of a bitch!

It's Mind Flayer!

Who the hell said that's another name for the Mind Lash Demon?!

"Buzz... The demonstration has gone wrong, our people haven't been able to control the situation... buzz..."

"Damn it! I heard noises in the hallway too! Come in and protect me!"

"Yes, sir... sizzle... but it might be Rhodes Island..."

Oute shut down the communication and asked the completely helpless Zhizhuotu, "Black tea, sweet wine, or beer?"

"Oh, sorry, the beer industry in Stonepile Village has collapsed."

"You're not a meat-eater, there's no need for you to drink black tea to cut through the greasiness."

"It's even less worthy of sweet wine."

At this moment, Toland dislocated one shoulder, freeing himself from the restraints. He dodged Dyster's independent slash, disregarding the possibility of running into the guards head-on, determined to get away from Oute.

"Then some red wine will do—but this time, you're the wine barrel."

The crystal shells on the ground collapsed like sand and gravel, then slowly gathered in Oute's hand.

Pfft.

Sacrificial Stab.

The belated security personnel and branch executives witnessed the bounty hunter who killed Zhizhuotu fleeing and expressed their gratitude to Rhodes Island for their assistance.

Chapter 304 Security Deployment Warning

The smell of smoke bombs still lingered in the air at the entrance of the Gail Industries Administration Building.

Whether they were genuinely protesting crowds or employees of Gail Industries deliberately trying to stir up trouble, they were all intentionally divided into a dozen or so groups under the protection of soldiers and agents.

From God's perspective, Toland detonated the smoke bomb and immediately took advantage of the situation to attack. However, the crowd, with their limited visibility, perceived the trampling and shoving they suffered in the smoke as part of the attack.

Whether out of stubborn prejudice or recalling the fifty marks of Gail Industries, many people were adamant:

"I saw it! An infected person attacked us!"

He looks... yes! Just like you!

"Me!? I think you're the one crying 'stop thief!'"

Nearl knew that the average quality of people in her hometown was far inferior to that of the Sankta in Laterano. She had even witnessed people taking advantage of the chaos to steal, rob, or even openly rob.

But now is definitely not the time for reckoning!

"Listen to my command!"

The elite soldiers who were fortunate enough to come with the ship understood and immediately stomped their long axes on the ground.

Thump! Thump thump!

Like the heartbeat of the Mobile City itself.

The previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly. While they were surprised, they also realized something else: that voice sounded so familiar!

But before Nearl could take another step, suddenly, a dark figure smashed through the glass door in front of the administration building!

Another cloud of smoke filled the air.

Meanwhile, the drones, soaring through the hazy smoke, moved with ease, hovering far behind the shadowy figures.

"Aaaaaah! Murder!"

"It's the Sarkaz!"

Who touched me!?

"My bag!"

The group that had just been brought under control—comprising "lumpenproletarians, urban petty bourgeoisie, thugs, bigots, sophisticated egoists, simpletons, and blinded normal people"—has once again descended into chaos.

Following the riot control and mediation efforts, Nearl has confirmed that some people in the crowd are indeed actively manipulating the situation. These flag bearers, who were hired by Gail Industries to incite emotions, are now treating the current events as yet another unscripted live performance.

Even though Nearl felt that the figure looked somewhat familiar, firstly, she had received orders from Oute, and secondly, she was unwilling to give up or let the crowd that was already under her control go unchecked.

"Maintain order at all costs!"

With a shout from the temporary commander, the soldiers made minor adjustments to their weapons.