Cloud-Parting Hand! / I'll Save You for Fifty Yuan!

Even the agents standing behind her, looking at the scenery before them, seemed unable to resist the allure of the black, their faces flushing slightly, and they could only try to look away.

"Captain, what's our next step?" the man in the driver's seat asked.

The short-haired woman glanced at the two guards at the company's main entrance, pondered for a moment, took out her sunglasses and put them on, then said, "Let's wait for Yi Yun's instructions. The prosecutor said before that he boasted about completing the mission alone, but before he could gather any useful information, he got trapped inside. What an arrogant and conceited guy."

"Captain, Mr. Yi Yun became Senior Investigator in just two years since joining the organization. It's inevitable that he might be a little arrogant."

"Yes, but that's not a reason for his arrogance." The short-haired woman nodded in deep agreement.

She has been with the Ninth Bureau for five or six years since leaving the military, and has completed countless missions, only recently being promoted to Senior Investigator.

Someone like Yi Yun, who can become Senior Investigator in such a short time, must either have completed a major mission or possess exceptional strength and talent, making him highly valued by the organization.

Otherwise, even if you join the Ninth Bureau for ten years, you might not qualify to become Senior Investigator; at most, you'll just have more seniority.

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Chapter 133 The Cloud-Severing Palm!

Just as things were starting to change outside, Yi Yun and Ling Mengxue remained hidden inside, making no move whatsoever, which caused the people in line to become increasingly dissatisfied.

"What's going on? Why haven't they come out yet after being in there for so long? If you don't have the talent, just get out of here!"

"Exactly! My legs are numb from standing. Can't you hurry up?"

As the complaints grew louder, even Zhao Ping and Zhao Lei sensed that something was amiss.

Seeing several more staff members preparing to enter, Zhao Ping's eyes flashed with suspicion. "Why are these people going in so frequently after Ling Feng and the others went in, and none of them have come out? Has something happened?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately realized there was some truth to it. "Then what should we do? Force our way in? But we're not sure if something really happened. What if we misunderstand and get kicked out?"

Zhao Ping was now stunned; it was indeed a possibility.

He figured that since he was just there to awaken a special ability, there shouldn't be any danger.

"Let's wait a bit longer. If there's still no movement, we'll go ask the staff nearby," Zhao Ping said rationally.

"There's no more room inside the table, we need to find another place."

Inside the laboratory, Ling Mengxue looked at Yi Yun, who was still standing behind the door waiting for her prey, and felt a little speechless.

At this moment, Yi Yun was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, its eyes fixed on the gate, ready to hunt its prey at any moment.

This is the third wave, and he wins easily every time.

"We're being watched, and we might need your help later." Yi Yun's expression turned serious.

"Okay." Ling Mengxue nodded. "As long as you're not dead, I'll help you."

"What?!" "We're fellow cultivators who just met by chance. Isn't what you're doing a bit unreasonable? How can someone as handsome as me die here?"

Just as Yi Yun finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a dark shadow crashed in, and a huge iron fist, accompanied by a hissing sound of wind being cut, aimed straight at Yi Yun's forehead!

Feeling the biting chill, Yi Yun's entire body trembled. He instantly turned around and struck out with a palm. This palm strike seemed to be unable to withstand even the air, and with a "hissing" sound, it left a white mark.

Bang--!!

A muffled, loud thud rang out, and the two figures separated instantly upon contact.

In Ling Mengxue's view, the handsome man in black was thrown out like a sandbag, rolling several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

"Wow? This guy's no good," Ling Mengxue thought.

"Damn it! A sneak attack, no sportsmanship!" Yi Yun scrambled to his feet.

His sunglasses shattered on the ground, but he paid no attention to it. Instead, he stared intently at the newcomer, his pupils shrinking in surprise as he exclaimed, "High-risk wanted criminal, 'Moon-Hanging Palace,' Yang Cong?!"

Ling Mengxue was momentarily stunned, staring at the scene before her in disbelief. "What high-risk wanted criminal? This person's cultivation level should be around yours, how did you get beaten up so badly?"

"Didn't you see I was ambushed? Yang Cong is from the Moon-Hanging Palace, a wanted criminal of the Ninth Bureau of the State. He has killed dozens, if not hundreds, of people. He is an extremely terrifying body refinement expert. Ordinary martial artists are no match for him at all."

Yi Yun curled his lip and quickly assumed a fighting stance. "Fine, although I'm only at the Mid-Third Tier, it's still a bit of a stretch to deal with a late-stage Third Order body refiner. But our Ninth Bureau's technique is no less impressive than his! Just you wait and see, I'm going to look really cool!"

"Yes, I'm watching." Ling Mengxue nodded calmly.

Although she didn't know what the Moon-Hanging Palace or that body-refining expert was, she just looked at them and thought they were right.

Yang Cong slowly walked forward. He was tall and strong, with a straight back like a sword. He cracked his knuckles, and even through his sunglasses, you could see his fierce gaze, with a deep and hard-to-find glint in his eyes.

In particular, he exuded a chilling and oppressive aura, suggesting he practiced evil techniques and was not a good person.

Yang Cong looked at the two men, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "So they're just two little rats from the Ninth Bureau."

To be honest, Ling Mengxue was still a little worried about whether Yi Yun's fragile little body could withstand it. What if she accidentally killed him? Would that mean she was abandoning him to his death?

Compared to this burly man, Yi Yun's figure already appeared tiny, and his cultivation was even weaker than the man's. This situation was very bad!

"Cloud-Severing Palm!" Without wasting words, Yi Yun directly unleashed his signature technique.

The Cloud-Severing Palm is a martial art at the Grandmaster Tier, and it was only after he became Senior Investigator that the organization awarded him this reward.

To date, he has cultivated this technique to a minor level, and he is confident that he can even challenge a typical Third-Tier Peak martial artist!

With a gentle push, a transparent burst of energy shot out from the void, like a powerful arrow from a bow, and a palm print the size of a basketball was suddenly unleashed.

"Externalizing Internal Force? Martial Grandmaster?"

Seeing this, Yang Cong's expression became more serious.

What kind of person Martial Grandmaster? This young man is probably no more than thirty years old, how could he possibly have reached the level of Grandmaster?

Grandmaster is Grandmaster because he transcends ordinary people. He releases his Internal Force outwards and condenses his energy into a powerful aura, like a divine dragon in the sky. No Inner Force Martial Artist below the Fourth Order can be a match for Grandmaster.

Realizing the problem, Yang Cong bent his arms into a split and threw a punch with a sharp, piercing sound, meeting the incoming fist force and instantly piercing through it.

Bang--!!

As the immense force dissipated, Yang Cong's lips curled into a slight smile. "Hmph, so it was just a trick. But with just this kind of internal energy, even a typical Late Third Tier expert probably couldn't do anything to you. Too bad, you've met your match."

Just as Yang Cong was shaking his head, Yi Yun had already pressed forward, unleashing dozens of white handprints in succession, instantly forcing Yang Cong to retreat step by step.

Ling Mengxue sat cross-legged in her chair, watching Yi Yun's martial arts moves, which were as fast as a machine gun, and couldn't help but be amazed.

Although the white handprint was very powerful, enough to pierce bulletproof glass, Yang Cong's body seemed to be made of molten iron, indestructible. He withstood so many blows and only suffered minor injuries. He was able to drive Yi Yun back with a single attack.

"Mountain-Breaking Force!"

Yang Cong suddenly formed a bow with both hands, almost like leaning against a mountain, and unleashed a powerful punch that sent Yi Yun flying backward, spitting blood. Yi Yun spun in the air, regaining his balance without falling to the ground.

Ling Mengxue raised her eyebrows slightly. "I didn't expect him to be so handsome. This guy has a pretty good sense of balance, but he's really in a sorry state, bleeding a lot."

"Hey bro, come help me out, I can't beat him!"

Yi Yun forced himself to sit up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Reinforcements have arrived. Let's work together to kill him first! Then we can save these young people!"

[img=700,981] Chapter 134: Fifty Yuan, I'll Save You!

"Hmm? Why should I help you?"

"Huh?" Yi Yun was completely dumbfounded. "Brother, we already agreed on this. We can't just stand by and watch someone die! It's unethical!"

Seeing his exasperated expression, Ling Mengxue found it somewhat amusing, raising her eyebrows slightly. "What did you say? We've only met by chance."

"Damn it, I'm begging you, please come and save me! Do you really want me dead?"

"That's not impossible, fifty yuan a flat price."

"Okay! Don't just stand there, bro~ I'll give you five hundred bucks!"

"Make a deal!"

Yang Cong naturally overheard Ling Mengxue's conversation with her.

But precisely because of this, he sneered repeatedly, "How strong can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid be? At most, he's Second-Tier Martial Artist."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Mengxue had already formed a sword with her fingers and slashed across the air.

In an instant, a white blade of light flashed across the air, slicing Yang Cong in two as easily as cutting butter. The sharp sword energy also shredded all of his internal organs!

As he lay dying, a cold smile and a hint of disbelief graced his face. He didn't even have time to react before he lost his life.

The bloodied corpse was split open in the middle, its gruesome death leaving even Yi Yun speechless, swallowing hard as cold sweat broke out on his back.

'Is this guy really that ruthless?'

Ling Mengxue herself was dumbfounded. She had simply gathered her True Essence and casually slashed with her sword!

Isn't his body very stiff?

How could he die so suddenly?

"Um, did I break the law?" Ling Mengxue put away her sword finger and asked somewhat uncertainly.

"No, no, no, you did a great job, and you'll get a huge reward for killing the wanted criminal!"

Yi Yun shook his head repeatedly, so frightened that he could barely speak. He was truly afraid that Ling Mengxue would lose control of her emotions and, without a word, kill him.

Who will he cry to then?

Don't you still have to drink the Meng Po soup?

"Is that so?" Ling Mengxue hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Let's use torture!"

Boom--!!

A loud bang suddenly came from outside the door, causing an uproar throughout the company!

"Enemy attack! All personnel on high alert!!"

Upon hearing the announcement over the loudspeaker, not only the company's senior executives but also those still waiting in line to be awakened exchanged bewildered glances.

"Brother Ping? What enemy attack?" Zhao Lei asked.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? But did you hear any commotion inside the lab just now, especially with one of the people who went in? It seemed to be a superhuman we saw at the opening ceremony."

"It seems so, but is there any problem? I guess he's just going to offer guidance." Zhao Lei analyzed rationally.

However, before the surrounding crowd could even gasp in surprise, several men in black uniforms carrying guns burst in, startling the young girls into turning pale with fright.

Most of them were still students; they had never seen anything like this before.

Those men, dressed in black uniforms and carrying weapons, just like secret agents in movies and TV dramas, quickly engaged in combat with other staff members dressed in suits.

To Zhao Ping and his men, it was like watching a spy movie; even with the occasional gunshot, no one worried about whether these ordinary people would be harmed.

No, this is a complete rout!

The company's staff were almost powerless to resist and were subdued in an instant!

Seeing these scenes on the surveillance cameras, many of the company's senior executives were shocked and furious.

Bolo, in particular, who was in charge of the entire experiment, was furious.

"Damn it, where's Cong? He went to deal with a problem earlier, why hasn't he come back yet?"

The office was completely silent; no one dared to utter a sound. Only Yan Feng, sitting to the side, continued brewing tea, showing no fear whatsoever.

But everyone felt it was only natural, since Yan Feng was a Grand Sorcerer, hired at great expense by a palace master.

Third-Tier Gene Lock, Grand Sorcerer at the Peak Dao Entry!

When Grandmaster doesn't appear, almost no one can rival him.

Warlocks are known for their unpredictable and bizarre magical abilities. If Grandmaster is ambushed by them, he will be severely injured on the spot, let alone some insignificant nobody.

According to their investigation, the Ninth Bureau of Fanghua City was weak, and they chose to set up operations there because they recognized this weakness.

The only one worth taking seriously is a newly promoted female agent at the Early Third Tier. Elder Yan Feng could easily kill her with a flick of his wrist!

Although there were still many ordinary people among them, Bolo was not worried. Instead, he walked up to Yan Feng, bowed slightly, and said, "Elder Yan, I'm afraid we'll need your help."

Yan Feng seemed not to hear, taking a sip of tea, a sharp glint in his eyes, deep and mysterious. "So be it, now that things have come to this, I shall suppress them myself!"

After saying that, Yan Feng straightened up, flicked his long sleeves, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.

Seeing this, everyone in the office finally breathed a sigh of relief.