Revenge

After emptying a magazine, the two gate guards were riddled with bullets and collapsed into pools of blood.

The deaths of the two gate guards were merely the prelude to tragedy. Once the gangsters controlled by the Puppet Master entered the gang's hideout, they demonstrated everything they had learned during training.

For a time, gunfire, explosions, and screams rose and fell without end.

The gang hideout instantly became a living hell, with chaos and death everywhere.

The gang's main force had already been wiped out in the mutual slaughter caused by the Curse of Madness during their attempt to intercept Moros.

So even with only the forces carried by a few modified vehicles, the gangsters controlled by the Puppet Master still thoroughly cleaned out the entire hideout.

Even so, those controlled gangsters paid a terrible price.

When the last survivor in the gang hideout was shot dead, the only two controlled men left were already severely injured and nearly crippled.

Yet under the influence of Moros's final command, the two gangsters still raised their guns without hesitation and fired at their own heads.

Bang! *2

After two successive gunshots, the gang that had once dominated part of Dusk Street was completely annihilated.

"Mm, not bad."

Feeling the Puppet Master's final report, Moros smiled faintly.

Then he cast the destruction of that gang, which had dared provoke him, to the back of his mind.

To Moros, a mere gang was not worth mentioning compared with his revenge plan.

Using the intelligence he had obtained from the Fox, Moros had already finalized his revenge plan.

According to the Fox's information, the councillor would travel to Fuyuan City, an important economic city on the Mu Continent, to give a speech two days later.

Moros planned to capture the councillor during this speech and interrogate his soul to obtain the list of people who had forced Mr. Frakt to take the blame back then.

"Father, please wait patiently. I'll send them to keep you company..."

Murmuring softly, Moros booked a first-class ticket for a direct flight to Fuyuan City through a ticketing app.

Whenever conditions allowed, Moros would never deny himself comfort.

"To the airport!"

Moros gave the latest order to the Skeleton Archer driving the truck beside him, then closed his eyes.

He intended to rest a little during the journey.

After all, two days later, he would begin an operation without sleep.

After arriving at the airport, Moros recalled the Skeleton Archer driving the truck into his Demiplane, left the truck in the parking lot, and strode toward the terminal.

He planned to check in there and board the 11 p.m. flight to Fuyuan City.

Although Moros was an extremely important wanted criminal on the Mu Continent, not a single airport employee could see through his true identity under the cover of magically created illusions.

In Moros's hands, Phantom Forces, a level-three Summoning Magic, could not only replicate mirror images of his own troops but also serve as Illusion Magic that deceived the eye.

With Moros's current 41 points of Mana, neither human eyes nor document-scanning machines could see through the blank-paper documents covered by his Illusion Magic.

Even though the machines could not identify the document number Moros had made up, it did not affect his plan.

Through the Puppet Master, Moros smoothly passed the manual ticket inspection and boarded the flight to Fuyuan City.

Moros was not worried about his whereabouts being discovered. With his Mana, the Puppet Master's control over ordinary people would last a full ten days.

By the time the airport staff broke free of the control, Moros's revenge plan would already be complete.

By then, even if the Mu Continent government reacted, a Legendary Rank necromancer would no longer fear confronting them head-on.

Moros's current actions were merely to ensure that the councillor would not hide away after sensing danger.

Given the councillor's power and influence, once he decided to go into hiding, even someone as strong as Moros would find it difficult to locate him.

The 11 p.m. flight usually had few passengers, but this time it was nearly full.

That was not common.

There were usually vacant seats in first class.

Not everyone chose first class. It was the same plane and the same destination, but the price was several times higher, and many people were unwilling to pay it.

However, when Moros thought of the councillor who would soon arrive in Fuyuan City, the crowding suddenly made sense.

After all, there were only so many wealthy businessmen with private jets.

For most businessmen and politicians, this flight was the best way to travel from this city to Fuyuan City.

Entering the first-class cabin at the front of the upper deck, finding his seat, and sitting down, Moros began looking around.

The first-class seats were arranged in a 1-2-1 layout, with eight semi-enclosed seats in total.

The cabin's overall color scheme was burgundy, and the premium leather seats created an elegant, comfortable atmosphere.

Just as Moros carefully studied his surroundings and considered how to escape in an emergency, a girl with wine-red hair entered the first-class cabin.

Though she looked only eighteen or nineteen, she possessed a distinctive presence that could not be ignored.

Seemingly noticing Moros's gaze, she gave him a slight nod before sitting in the seat behind him.

She looked a little familiar...

Moros frowned, feeling that he had seen the girl before but unable to remember where.

However, he did not dwell on it and continued considering possible escape routes and strategies for handling emergencies.

In the era before the First Herrscher - Herrscher of Reason descended, Honkai disasters did not occur very frequently.

Therefore, the flight Moros had taken encountered no accidents and landed smoothly at Fuyuan City Airport four hours later, exactly according to schedule.

After quickly passing through the jet bridge, Moros entered the terminal of Fuyuan City Airport.

His gaze swept across the crowd waiting to receive passengers in the terminal. Then Moros suddenly stopped.

So it was Eden...

Only after seeing the sign held by the person waiting to receive the wine-red-haired girl who had seemed familiar to him did Moros realize where he had seen her before.

There was, after all, a difference between two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds.

After hesitating for a moment, Moros ultimately gave up on the idea of approaching Eden and getting acquainted with her.

Forget it. Until I finish my revenge, I'd better not create any unnecessary complications.

Taking a deep breath and steadying himself, Moros headed toward the terminal exit.

At the moment Moros left, Eden, who had yet to enter the music industry, seemed to sense something. Her gaze unconsciously followed his retreating figure, curiosity glimmering in her eyes.

Eden had noticed this unusual young man on the plane.

At first, she thought he was merely an ordinary passenger attracted by her beauty.

However, when Moros looked at her, she felt a trace of familiarity.

Have I met him somewhere before?

Though somewhat puzzled, Eden did not pay much attention to this brief encounter with Moros.

When her friend called for her, she cast the question in her heart aside.

To Eden, this was merely a small episode in life.

Fuyuan City at night was vastly different from the small city where Moros had once lived.

As the economic center of the Mu Continent, Fuyuan City's nightscape was dazzling and bustling.

Standing before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows of a luxurious presidential suite, Moros silently gazed at the glittering nightscape outside, feeling the city's prosperity and vitality.

"Hm?"

A faint sound of puzzlement escaped his throat. Moros turned to face the Spectres, ready to hear their report.

In their low, hoarse voices, the Spectres reported in detail on the situation at Central Square, giving Moros a more comprehensive understanding of the area.

After listening to the report, Moros smiled faintly.

"Is that so? Looks like the councillor is quite afraid of death."

A hint of mockery filled his words, clearly showing his disdain for the councillor's cowardice.

"What a pity. No matter how thorough the security system you set up in Central Square is, as long as you dare show yourself, you're dead."

A fierce glint flashed through Moros's eyes as he ordered the Spectres to remain on alert.

He knew that the grudge between himself and the councillor would soon be settled.

No matter what, Moros would not let this opportunity slip away. He would make the councillor pay the price he deserved for what happened back then.

The next day.

A private jet slowly landed at Fuyuan City Airport. A distinctive emblem gleamed on its fuselage, displaying its owner's identity.

On the airport runway, a group of bodyguards in suits had long been waiting. They stood solemnly, their eyes fixed on the landing plane.

Once the plane came to a steady stop on the tarmac, the cabin door slowly opened, and the councillor calmly descended the stairs.

This powerful councillor, who had stood firm in Mu Continent politics for more than twenty years, wore a dark suit and had a composed face and extraordinary bearing.

Under the bodyguards' close protection, the councillor boarded the official car waiting nearby.

The car slowly left the airport and headed toward the city center.

As it departed the airport, more than a dozen business vehicles carrying bodyguards protected the councillor's car in the center of the convoy.

At the front of the convoy, several police cars specifically arranged by the mayor of Fuyuan City flashed their lights and cleared the way.

Inside the car, the councillor listened to his secretary's report, but his mind had already drifted to his upcoming meetings with Fuyuan City's influential figures.

According to past practice, if I can persuade the heads of several Fuyuan City families, I can secure eighty percent of the votes from the metropolitan area represented by this city. For that, I'll need to pay...

Just as the councillor weighed the bargaining chips he needed, his secretary's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Councillor, according to reports from the family's informants on Dusk Street, someone purchased information about you from the Fox, including tomorrow's public speech. What do you think...?"

The secretary's words carried a clear suggestion, asking whether the councillor needed to change his original itinerary.

This sudden news plunged the councillor into thought.

The councillor understood that anyone capable of purchasing his information on Dusk Street was certainly not his ally.

He had to act cautiously to avoid ending up with a hole in his head.

"Report this news to the rulers of this city. I want to know what they think."

After some thought, the councillor made his decision.

To ensure his personal safety, he decided to cancel the public speech originally scheduled for tomorrow.

An ordinary councillor might try to use a potential assassination attempt to gain political benefits.

However, for a politician in such a high position as this councillor, the situation was entirely different.

An assassination would not bring him any substantial benefit. On the contrary, it would expose him to enormous risk.

"Yes, Councillor."

After accepting the task assigned by the councillor, the secretary took a specially customized phone from his pocket and prepared to call the mayor of Fuyuan City.

At the instant the call connected, the bodyguard seated in the front passenger seat of the car suddenly spoke.

"Councillor, the lead police cars have discovered something ahead..."

Before the bodyguard could finish, a deafening explosion erupted.

At the front of the convoy, an entire police car was blasted into the air as flames and debris rained down from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions rang out, and several police cars at the front of the convoy were instantly destroyed in the sudden attack.