Total Overpowering! / The Might of a Sleeve

"With Elder Yan's intervention, those rats in the Ninth Bureau will surely back down. It's just a pity for the company."

"Yes, we only made 100 million China this time. If you calculate the total cost of decorating the building and rent, it was almost a million RMB. We couldn't make a huge profit."

The group chatted animatedly.

Bolo sat in the head seat, lost in thought. The original target was ten billion, but who knew it would be discovered so quickly.

"No one is answering Brother Cong's phone; the defenses must have been breached."

"Could it be that a master has intervened?"

At this point, the agents in black uniforms showed their credentials and began guiding the crowd to disperse.

Zhao Ping and Zhao Lei were both dumbfounded, and the others couldn't believe it either.

This company is actually used by Black Organization to plunder RMB; they're just using mind control to deceive them?

"Impossible! I spent 200,000 to awaken my superpower! How could it be fake?!"

A young man who had awakened his supernatural abilities after taking out a loan had bloodshot eyes and couldn't take it anymore.

Before he came, he had a huge falling out with his family and even severed ties with his parents, so he needed to gain power.

But what about now?

Quite a few people were actually affected by his emotions.

They'd been dreaming about this, and now someone's telling them it's a pyramid scheme? It's a scam ╭(°A°`)╮.

Who could stand that?

They fantasize about one day gaining superpowers and rising above all others.

Even now, people can ignore the official credentials of the Ninth Bureau, choose to deceive themselves, and prefer to continue to indulge in this fleeting dream rather than wake up.

But a dream is still just a dream, no matter how beautiful.

Even in everyday life, many people are in this state.

However, when the truth is revealed to them so suddenly, the huge psychological gap is hard for them to accept in a short period of time, and may even cause emotional breakdown.

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Those with strong mental resilience are better off, while those with severe cases have even suffered emotional breakdowns.

Everything is illusory, but it still exists in form, so it's best not to cling to the illusory emptiness.

Zhao Ping and Zhao Lei exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat grim, but both could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Zhao Ping, in particular, didn't even have time to worry about the money. He had been in contact with people from the Ninth Bureau before, so he could tell at a glance whether the document was real or fake.

And the silver badge worn by the man in black, with its overlapping swords and spears resembling a demon, is the symbol of the Special Affairs Bureau in China; there's no mistake about it.

Linzhou City has a paranormal investigation team, and Zhao Lei has a deep understanding of this area; otherwise, Zhao Ping wouldn't have known where to report the case from the beginning.

Little did they know that the owner of that unassuming grocery store was having an affair with the old lady next door, and that the uncle who called her "Cuihua" all the time was actually the legendary prosecutor's personal informant!

It's absolutely astonishing, unbelievable!

At this moment, a short-haired, beautiful woman wearing a black leather jacket appeared. Her imposing presence immediately quieted the entire venue.

"Team leader!"

"Team leader!"

The short-haired woman nodded. "First, calm them down and disperse the crowd!"

After she finished speaking, her gaze fixed on one of the laboratories.

His gaze met Zhao Ping's and the other man's, and seeing how calm they were, he was slightly taken aback. "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Yan Ying glanced at the locator in her hand. Yi Yun was in that laboratory. If it weren't for the organization's special microparticle communication equipment, she wouldn't have been able to contact him at all.

Seeing that the two did not react, Yan Ying sighed silently (???)ノ, and once again put on a serious face, raising the badge on her chest.

"I am Yan Ying, Senior Investigator from the Ninth Bureau stationed in Fanghua City. However, after becoming Senior Investigator, I only need to stay here for another year, and then I won't have to stay here anymore."

Okay, you all leave now. Let the professionals handle this.

"Um," Zhao Ping, a little agitated, "Our friend is still inside, can you save him?"

As he spoke, Zhao Lei beside him nodded vigorously in agreement, though he was ultimately somewhat disappointed.

I finally got a chance to awaken my superpowers, but it turned out to be fake.

Despite his dejection, he sensed something was amiss. If the awakening of his superpower was fake, then the people from the wholesale company had indeed used that power on the opening day.

Yan Ying seemed to see through Zhao Lei's thoughts and couldn't help but sigh helplessly, "Don't worry, I will rescue your friends. As for this company, it actually belongs to a cult organization, and this isn't the first time they've done this kind of thing."

"But why do they possess such magical power? How can they be as strong as oxen? And even conjure flames out of thin air?" Zhao Ping asked bluntly, without beating around the bush.

"This... do you know about Gene Lock?" Yan Ying asked.

Zhao Ping pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I've heard of it. I've been to Chongming City and met many martial arts masters. They all claimed to be warriors who had unlocked their Gene Lock, and their combat power was astonishing, like humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex. They could demolish a house in a single fight."

"Yes, Chongming City is one of the four ancient capitals of China. It has many martial arts sects, and the techniques passed down there are extremely powerful, with Grandmaster emerging."

Yan Ying nodded, then her tone shifted abruptly, becoming serious. "But that's not something you should be involved in. You're at the prime of your lives, so focus on your studies. As for things like apprenticeship..."

Just as the two men surnamed Zhao were dejected and hanging their heads, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "However... the country is about to release a new policy, and there will be opportunities to learn martial arts in the future. If we live well in the present, we might one day become martial artists."

"Real?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ping Zhao Lei exclaimed in unison.

They're all preparing for formal education, what kind of superpowers have they awakened yet!

If it's fully rolled out then, they can go and show off. Just thinking about it makes me feel great!

Seeing that the crowd had mostly dispersed, Yan Ying felt a little more relaxed.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

A rose-colored fireball suddenly hurtled towards them, sizzling as it burned, leaving a visible white trail in the air as it hurtled forward!

"Careful!"

Sensing the immense power of the flames, Yan Ying's pupils constricted sharply, and she quickly lunged towards Zhao Ping and the other person.

"Boom!!"

With a loud bang, the entire floor seemed to shake; the force of the blow almost pierced through the floor!

Ignoring the two squabbling figures, Yan Ying swiftly drew her gun and aimed it at the newcomers.

At the elevator entrance, a middle-aged man dressed in a plain Zhongshan suit and wearing a monocle was calmly fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, gazing at her with indifferent eyes.

"Who are you?" Yan Ying's cold eyes narrowed, and she instantly became alert.

"I am Yan Feng, from Western Ridge, from the Fire-Control Yan Clan."

"Yan Feng? You're from the Yan family? Weren't you rumored to have disappeared? Why are you working for the people of the Moon-Hanging Palace? You should know what kind of thugs they are." Yan Ying's gaze was stern, her words pressing.

"Sigh." Yan Feng shook his head, seemingly helpless. "I'm afraid I cannot tell you."

"Then die!"

Yan Ying, a seasoned veteran, didn't waste any words. With a single step, she instantly covered a distance of ten meters.

Third-Tier Gene Lock martial artist moves with the speed of the wind and returns to their roots like fallen leaves. They can already manipulate a small area of vital energy for their own use.

By focusing vital energy and Internal Force into the palm, the power is increased by two to three times compared to the original.

Faced with this sudden palm strike, Yan Feng's expression changed slightly. He summoned a protective talisman that even bullets couldn't penetrate, instantly neutralizing Yan Ying's attack.

He then drew out several more fire talismans and launched them at Yan Ying while she was adjusting her position.

He was only half a step away from the Fourth-Tier Spellcraft Realm, and his spellcasting speed was nearly twice as fast as that of ordinary Dao-Entering Practitioner. In addition, he had a thorough understanding of fire magic, so he quickly beat Yan Ying until she was covered in wounds and had to retreat repeatedly.

Within ten steps, the martial artist reigns supreme.

Yan Feng was clearly aware of this, so he deliberately increased the distance between them.

With their speed advantage alone, martial artists can kill sorcerers before they can even cast spells within a certain distance.

The defensive talisman can only withstand one attack. If the attacker gets close and presses in, the victim may not even have time to react and could perish on the spot.

However, Yan Feng's cultivation level was higher, and the speed gap was narrowed.

Some agents armed with knives and guns rushed over to help. Although they weren't highly skilled, their bullets were still enough to hinder the enemy.

However, if he accidentally touched a fireball, he would be instantly engulfed in flames and die quickly.

Yan Ying was almost powerless against him; the entire building was nearly destroyed by the scorching flames, leaving behind only ruins along the way.

The violent tremors raised concerns that the entire building might collapse at any moment.

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Before long, Yan Ying was sent flying backward, coughing up blood, in front of Zhao Ping and Zhao Lei's shocked gazes. She slid all the way and actually smashed into a stone pillar.

"Miss Agent!"

Zhao Ping exclaimed in surprise and ran towards Yan Ying.

Zhao Lei exclaimed, "It's doomed!"

"Grandma, if I knew martial arts, I could easily beat this magician!" Zhao Ping glanced at Yan Feng and said resentfully.

Yan Ying was helped to sit up, and was startled. "Why are you still here? Can't you see how dangerous it is here?!"

"Yi Yun? Was there an earthquake?"

In the laboratory, Ling Mengxue had just hidden several living people when she couldn't help but ask a question.

"It seems our people have already started fighting them. I'll go out and help first." Yi Yun nodded, then realized, "Brother, you come out and help too."

"But I'm just an ordinary citizen, so I'm also a victim, right?" Ling Mengxue frowned slightly.

"There is a high reward."

"Good."

With Yang Cong dead, Yi Yun was no longer too worried.

His cultivation level was insufficient, and with a gap in cultivation realm, his martial arts were also countered by the body-refining martial artist. Even though his combat skills were no worse than his opponent's, he could only suffer a bitter defeat.

After all, those ruthless killers, seasoned veterans of countless battles, are not much less formidable than him.

Well, at least this huge hidden danger has been eliminated, things will be easier from now on.

Yi Yun was still shocked when he and Ling Mengxue walked out of the laboratory.

The moment Ling Mengxue saw it, her heart turned cold.

At this time, war was raging everywhere outside, and smoke filled the air. Most of the ordinary people had already evacuated.

Flames, flying knives, ruins, and corpses lying haphazardly on the ground—some were company employees, some were agents of the Ninth Bureau, and some were so badly burned that their faces were unrecognizable.

After Yi Yun understood the situation, he saw the old man in the Zhongshan suit with an unchanging expression and was immediately filled with rage, glaring at him angrily.

"You killed them?"

"Hmm?" Yan Feng looked over, seemingly surprised that there were two more people. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he still nodded calmly. "So what if it's me? Show me what you've got."

"Yi Yun!"

"Ling Feng!"

Upon seeing the two, Zhao Ping and the other two called out in unison.

Yi Yun looked over and nodded slightly. Seeing that Yan Ying was seriously injured and covered in burn marks, he unconsciously clenched his fist.

'The assessment for this mission was wrong. There's such a powerful warlock. When did the Moon-Hanging Palace acquire another such strong ally?'