Hu Jiaquan's Side Job Along the Way

If there's no need to guard against Huang Daoxian, and no need to drag someone along while flying, Zhang Xuezhou's speed using the Cloud Leap Technique is quite impressive; several miles is just a short while for him.

However, Zhang Xuezhou remained cautious and did not show off his high-flying skills, but instead propelled the aircraft at high speed toward its target location.

He moved at a moderate pace, keeping a safe distance from the bunker areas to avoid any potential accidental firing.

Several minutes later, Zhang Xuezhou arrived at the guard center, his feet treading on the waves, glancing around frequently.

The electrical fault at the guard center has not been restored, but the lighting in the external areas is already extremely bright, especially in the camp area.

Amidst the piercing alarm, occasional gunshots continued, but after each shot, there was a long pause before another shot was fired, and the chaos seemed to be drawing to a close.

Being soft-hearted in a fight is not a good quality. Zhang Xuezhou had previously seen the wounded who had been killed or injured by rocket artillery, and believed that he could recover in a while, so he used the Supreme Purity True Technique several times. Now, it was obviously impossible for him to go and forcibly heal an unknown number of wounded.

He glanced a few times at the camp where the rocket launchers were located, then quickly stepped into the dark guard center building.

Without an elevator, and with no way to leap straight up and down, Zhang Xuezhou had to take the stairs.

"Beans? Hu Jiaquan?"

He muttered it twice.

If one does not possess a high level of jumping ability or leaping power, the only way to enter the reception room on the eighth floor is by taking the stairs.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at his communicator and, as he climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but quietly perceive his surroundings.

Several broken doors were being blown about by the wind in the corridor, opening and closing repeatedly, with crisp or dull thuds accompanied by strange collision sounds.

The piercing alarm sounded, prompting the security center to coordinate effectively, but it also created too many inconveniences for making subtle judgments. Zhang Xuezhou tried to discern the sound for a long time but found it difficult to clearly hear the one he wanted.

If this is the case even under conditions of strong perception, others would undoubtedly be bumping around like flies.

"Hit... hit hit hit... damn it..."

As Zhang Xuezhou ascended to the seventh floor, he heard the drumming sounds from the eighth floor grow louder, and he also heard faint whispers.

He glanced in the direction of the reception room on the eighth floor, then used the wind to sway his body, quietly approaching the source of the sound.

Under the dim emergency lights, Zhang Xuezhou could only see a man in a short-sleeved shirt repeatedly punching someone in the corridor.

The opponent's punches and kicks were effortless, showing no sign of exerting any force, but the muttering under their breath never stopped.

"If it weren't to distract those old fogies, why would I need to use these short, scrawny bean soldiers right now!"

"Those bean soldiers and bean generals must be recalled, or my strength will be crippled!"

"Only this precious robe of Song Bu'er can lend me a hand!"

"If I had this precious robe, I could go anywhere!"

"Damn it, how come Ning Que is so good at fighting!"

"Am I supposed to take action myself?"

"What's the name of that belt-wielding expert? That damned old bastard, he actually whipped my most prized bean-shaped weapon back to its original form!"

As they drew closer, the other person's voice became clearer.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the raincoat still dripping wet on the ground, then looked at the man's constantly waving fist.

"Hu Jiaquan?"

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed.

When the man turned around in shock and disbelief, he pointed at him, and an intimidating and suppressive force instantly descended.

Compared to Zeng Guang, who had struggled against his intimidation, Hu Jiaquan was like a lump of mud, falling into fear the moment he was threatened and suppressed.

But Zhang Xuezhou was in a very bad mood.

In their plan, Hu Jiaquan was supposed to go to Huian Road to meet up with someone, where he would be ambushed and killed by Zhong Rang and his men.

Little did he know that Hu Jiaquan had taken a liking to Song Bu'er's distinctive outer garment while chasing him, and had been relentlessly pursuing Song Bu'er ever since, without ever reaching Huian Road.

"Isn't this the end?"

Unexpected events kept happening, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that things were getting complicated.

He looked at Hu Jiaquan, whose body was trembling uncontrollably, and poked his finger directly into the other man's forehead.

As if experiencing some immense panic, Hu Jiaquan collapsed after being poked by him, and then lay on the ground convulsing.

"The Hu family is here!"

Ren Yisheng hadn't sent a message yet, but Zhang Xuezhou had sent his own message back and even took a picture of Hu Jiaquan.

"What should we do?"

Ren Yisheng's bewildered response came back a few seconds later, and it was also a complaint that was hard to put into words.

Hu Jiaquan, who was being used as bait, was doing his own work halfway through the journey, while the hunters who were targeting Hu Jiaquan's accomplices had already headed to Huian Road.

Adding to the chaos was the constant disturbance caused by crowds at Wangnan Lake, and the completely disorganized security center, making it impossible for anyone to find a normal situation.

"Can the Zhu Youpeng I control cross thorns to get here? Do I need to control him to go to Huian Road?"

After a long pause, Ren Yisheng replied with another message.

However, Ren Yisheng's approach is clearly unreliable. Not to mention that Ren Yisheng controlled Zhu Youpeng to go to Huian Road, it would be difficult for Ren Yisheng, who has a limited mental control range, to make Zhu Youpeng come to the guard center.

"No need to go there. Just come pick me up, and I'll take two people with me to recite some ancestral rites!"

After sending the message, Zhang Xuezhou immediately dialed Song Sijia's number.

"Brother Zhou, I knew you'd answer my message. I have to tell you, we've encountered something unbelievable, it's simply..."

"Don't be so incredulous, I've already knocked out that guy playing with beans. You guys come up to the seventh floor and keep watch on him, in case he wakes up and runs away!"

Song Sijia was about to boast a bit, but when she heard that Zhang Xuezhou had already subdued the mastermind, she quickly lowered her head and agreed dejectedly.

As Zhang Xuezhou said, after Song Sijia and the others subdued the shadowy bean general, they were once again confronted by bean soldiers rushing in through the door.

Compared to the strength of the Bean General, the Bean Soldier is inferior.

But the soldiers and generals were not intimidated by her mental intimidation. Song Bu'er's gun was out of bullets and she was injured. As for Wang Zimo and the others, let's not talk about them. Among the group, only Ning Que and Jin Shixue were able to handle the situation.

Ning Que and Jin Shixue were no match for the six soldiers, and were beaten by them for several minutes. Song Bu'er was also seriously injured, was almost stripped naked.

Just as everyone was in a very difficult situation, the shadowy figures suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a pile of black clothes and a bean the size of a thumb on the ground.

It wasn't until she got through to Zhang Xuezhou that Song Sijia learned the reason for the shadowy figure's disappearance.

She helped Song Bu'er, who was mostly naked, to her feet, and quickly called for the useless Wang Zimo and the others to come forward and help.

"Brother Zhou is here to pick us up! I'm telling you, if you follow Brother Zhou, Douzi won't be in trouble!" Song Sijia shouted. "Whether we survive to tomorrow depends on whether Brother Zhou can handle it!"

"The risks and benefits here aren't evenly matched, are they?"

Lin Qingyu, her head bleeding, huddled in the corner and asked a question. Ning Que gave a low hum that seemed to have a hidden meaning, while Jin Shixue's eyes kept shifting back and forth.

The Scarlet Alliance State was in turmoil, as if it had suffered a calamity, and even the highest-ranking officials were falling.

But no matter which upheaval it is, as long as you participate and survive, you will receive sufficient compensation.

If someone plays an irreplaceable role during a period of turmoil, they may be able to directly enter high-level circles and gain access to advanced resources that are not available under normal circumstances, instead of having money but nowhere to spend it.

Ning Que touched his bruised and swollen arm, then left the reception room without looking back.