"...... Here he comes."

Chapter 137

"Can you reach the chief?"

Wen Yao stepped forward, over Zhuo Fu's shoulder, and looked down at the cell phone in his palm.

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and shook his head somewhat anxiously:

"...... can't."

No matter what they tried, they were completely unable to get in touch with Mu Hang.

Zhuo Fu even contacted the technical department privately, but nothing came of it.

Subconsciously, he raised his eyes, looking toward the not-so-distant communicator.

The dozens of seconds of the video were frozen in the moment when the man turned away from the flames of light and stepped into the darkness, his figure clearly divided by light and darkness, appearing cold and distant.

Zhuo Fu felt as if his heart was slowly sinking downward.

In a sense, Mu Hang is now out of control.

He couldn't be stopped, and worse, unless he wanted to, denying that no one on the entire continent could get in touch with him.

The whole thing was tilting in an irresistible direction, and they could do nothing but stand by and watch.

"Then ...... what do we do now?" Zhuo Fu asked in a dry voice.

Wen Yao frowned and didn't answer.

She paced around the living room, the restlessness in her body barely concealed.

Zhuo Fu turned his head toward the black-robed man who hadn't said a word since the beginning, even with his eyes closed tightly as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, "Can we start with him?"

"Difficult."

Wen Yao's bite tightened, slowly shaking his head, "A fanatic bent on death, do you think he might help us?"

Not to mention the fact that he orchestrated the whole thing.

Wen Yao hadn't even planted the black-robed man's jaw back in place until now, because she was pretty sure that the moment she dragged his jaw back in place, the other party would immediately and without hesitation continue to attempt suicide.

Such people are like that.

They're not afraid to die, they're not afraid to be tortured, they're crazy enough to put everything at risk just to achieve their goal.

But Wen Yao kept him on.

After all, it was the only lead they had right now, and Mu Hang might know how to pry information out of the man - assuming they had any chance of contacting Mu Hang at all.

Once again, things are at a standstill.

It was at this time that Zhuo Fu seemed to suddenly realize something: "Wait ...... I seem to know."

Wen Yao was stunned and raised his eyes to look over.

Zhuo Fu was a bit agitated, "Although we don't have any way to contact Mu Hang, we can get him to come to us of his own accord-"

"...... what?"

Wen Yao frowned, momentarily unable to understand the meaning of Zhuo Fu's words.

To have Mu Hang in his current state come to them? How can that be?

"No, no, no, we have to think about it from a different angle ......"

Zhuo Fu's eyes shone brightly, and his breathing was a bit rapid:

"The purpose of this group of heathens is to bring about the opening of the Blood Moon Seal, right?"

Wen Yao nodded his head.

Zhuo Fu : "In fact, I've been trying to do research in this direction for a while ......"

He walked briskly towards the bed and picked up a stack of information, "To break a seal that old, there would have to be a sufficient medium, which would be some sort of object with a powerful magic attached to it - a condition that would remain unchanged, even with Mu Hang on their side now. "

I don t know from when, the eyelids of that black-robed man moved, the greenish-black crumpled eyelids slowly lifted up, and the half-blind eyes looked fixedly in Zhuo Fu s direction.

"Only, by now, most of the objects have been destroyed by Shi An."

Zhuo Fu lowered his head and flipped through the material, pointing to Wen Yao when he found a page:

"You see, there aren't many anomalous fluctuation points left on the entire continent."

Wen Yao froze and immediately understood what Zhuo Fu meant:

"So ...... to make sure everything is in order, the chief will make sure that all the mediums are collected."

Zhuo Fu smiled with his teeth, "That's right."

And they happen to know the location of one of the mediums.

-- Administration's lab, inside the belly of that spider demon.

*

Shi An had a headache from being tortured by all these ancient books in front of him.

Although he recognized the writing on it, that didn't mean he was willing to use the boring and obscure stuff as recreational reading.

Over the years, Shi An has gotten used to solving problems with violence.

If one fire won't fix it, then two.

It was sheer torture to make him study these ancient texts written by the most boring scholars of each race in a proper manner.

Shi An buried her head in the book with a thud, letting out a muffled wail.

"Are you alright, my lord?" Devil Worm slipped over and inquired in a low voice.

"Pretty good."

Shi An stayed in this position without moving, muffled:

"You guys keep looking."

The magic bug crouched over one of the stacks of books gazing at the teenager in front of him.

A complex look surfaced on its face.

After such a long time, it dare not say how much it understands Shi An, but at least it still has the concept.

This powerful dragon was far from as brutal as the Demon Worm had once imagined, quite the contrary, he was even more willing to stay at home and sleep in his cave than to kill or put several towns in flames, and although he loved treasure as much as the legends did, he was far less greedy and unscrupulous, and could even be considered to be easy to satisfy.

No being could know better than it how much dragons hated trouble.

But now ...... Shi An is willing to go through these dry and tasteless ancient books with a hard head.

...... It's over, the self dragon is really going to be abducted by humans.

While the Demon Worm was grieving, the Black Smoke on the other side seemed to have found something and let out a surprised cry, "My lord! I have a feeling this might work!"

Shi An has finally lifted his head from the ancient books this time:

"Let's see?"

The black smoke drifted over dragging the dusty, heavy scroll, its body nearly vaporized from the overblown weight.

Shi An drops her eyes and sweeps around the room, brightening up.

*

Zhuo Fu drove his car in the direction of Administration.

Wen Yao sat on the passenger side, his eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed out the car window at the scenery speeding by, and opened his mouth to ask:

"How long before we get there?"

Zhuo Fu : "...... You just asked this question five minutes ago."

Wen Yao took a deep breath and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, a rare bit of exhaustion taking over his face:

"...... Sorry."

Zhuo Fu swept a glance at her and suddenly opened his mouth to ask:

"It should be clear to you by now that by doing this, we could end up with a state of affairs the last thing the Administration wants to see, right?"

Wen Yao: "You mean, re-summoning Shi An back to the mainland?"

She snorted softly and shook her head, "I'm not going to lie, I haven't had time to think about that until I made these decisions."

...... or, rather, instinctively unwilling to think about it.

After all, even now, she still couldn't put her trust in such a powerful fantasy creature, let alone actively summon him back to the continent.

But from the looks of this situation right now, this will probably be the best ending they've reached.

Wen Yao said, twisting his head to look forward, but abruptly met the other party's surprised eyes.

Zhuo Fu in the driver's seat stares at her, looking as if he is very surprised.

Wen Yao was taken aback by his opponent's demeanor:

"...... How, what's wrong?"

"You just ...... shouted his name." Zhuo Fu said with a quick laugh:

"-- Shi An."

Ever since learning Shi An's true identity, no matter what the circumstances, Wen Yao had always referred to the existence of the other party as "dragon" or "dragon", as if he was always on the alert, always reminding himself of the opposing positions of each other. It is as if they are constantly on guard, constantly reminding themselves of their opposing positions.

It was the first time in a long time that she had called the dragon "Shi An".

Wen Yao was stunned.

Memories from days ago popped into her mind.

The sea of fog raged and the flames roared, the dragon's wings sliced through the sky and the fog, and the pupils of its golden-red eyes were as pure and brilliant as flames.

It lowered its head and said in with a softer tone that these mists wouldn't pose much of a threat to humans for the time being.

She frowned, banishing the clear image of the memory from her mind, and said in a cold, hard tone:

"It's just a pronoun, don't think about it too much."

Zhuo Fu withdrew his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise:

"Uh-huh, whatever you say."

Wen Yao was a bit annoyed, "You--"

Before she could finish her sentence, the car body drifted and drove into the underground garage of the Administration.

The tires scuffed harshly on the ground and came to a stop in the parking space.

Zhuo Fu turned his head to Wen Yao and said calmly, "Didn't you want to know how much longer it would take to arrive? It's already here."

Wen Yao: "......"

She gave Zhuo Fu a cold stare, then unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.

Wen Yao opened the trunk and ripped out the black-robed man who had been stuffed inside.

Zhuo Fu took out the gadgets he'd slipped out of the tech department and tinkered with them for a while, then nodded to Wen Yao, "That's it, the surveillance is off, swipe my card to get in and go up through the elevator in the back, we won't be detected."

Wen Yao nodded his head.

She followed Zhuo Fu, pushing the black-robed man forward while keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings in case her whereabouts were revealed.

Soon, they arrived inside the institute.

After confirming that no one had found him, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhuo Fu, "What next?"

Zhuo Fu pulled back his chair and sat down:

"Next? It will have to wait."

Zhuo Fu sent out notices to all the institute employees, giving them a long vacation and ensuring that no one would bother them during this time.

If it were usual, this would not have worked, and there would have been inquiries, but now it was different.

The impact of the attack on the Director of Administration, especially when the possible suspect is the famous Mu Hang Mu, is so devastating that the entire Administration is in a state of confusion, and they have no time to worry about such trivial matters as why the Institute is giving its employees a vacation.

Wen Yao delegated the affairs of the Combat Section to his inner circle.

The top brass acquiesced in the matter.

After all, as Mu Hang's second-in-command, she chose to avoid suspicion in this situation, and Administration was arguably happy to see it.

With no exact time limit, the wait becomes extraordinarily long and agonizing.

During this time, they had stayed inside the institute, guarding their only lead while keeping a close eye on the wind outside.

Although they were unable to contact Mu Hang, they were able to vaguely know each other's movements.

After all, Mu Hang always leaves bodies wherever he goes.

Efficient, decisive, harsh and brutal, his trademark style.

--So Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao know where Mu Hang went, just a few steps slower.

Administration dared not release any information related to Mu Hang, from the Director of Administration to the bloodied mercenary camp, all of it was secretly suppressed.

They couldn't afford the possibility of the news leaking out, but the rumors gradually rose in all directions,

In just two days, the entire Central District was stirred into turmoil.

Finally, while waiting for the third day.

Zhuo Fu, lying on his back on his desk, was awakened from his groggy slumber by the shrill sound of an alarm, and lifted his head sleepily toward the screen in front of him.

The moment his eyes touched the monitor screen, all sleep was instantly dispelled.

Zhuo Fu springs violently out of his seat, and the shirt draped over his shoulders falls to the floor with it; he has no time to pick it up, but strides forward and stumbles to the screen.

Wen Yao was already standing here, tilting her head and staring fixedly at the screen not far away.

The silver-haired, blue-eyed man walked in from outside without slowing down, destroying all of Administration's external defenses with ease, his slender, upright figure as sharp as a razor blade.

Zhuo Fu gulped and mumbled:

"...... Here he comes."