Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead-Chapter 440 - 231: Cutting In!

"Tonight’s alerts and defenses are just a preemptive deployment. If you wish to constantly enjoy this sense of security, I suggest you purchase the latest automatic defense systems from our Hymn Company. They can guarantee your assets remain unharmed for a certain period."

"Paired with our company’s security protection insurance, you can receive the highest level of rescue from Hymn Group during the system’s activation. Now, if both products are bought as a package, I can offer you a 95% discount using the maximum authority I can obtain."

From the moment he discovered Farrell’s actions, every move made by Farrell was under his watch.

Wu Chang had Silent Mist fully lurking around Farrell, synchronously updating Wu Chang and others about his plans and deployments.

Farrell’s actions had to be concealed from others, while Wu Chang acted openly; his processes were straightforward, allowing him to gain the upper hand unexpectedly.

In this case, how could Farrell possibly contest against him?

Kaven and Kohen exchanged glances, and burst into laughter, once again clinking glasses with Wu Chang, saying:

"Deal."

Upon seeing the excitement on their faces, Wu Chang couldn’t help but furrow his brows. What’s wrong with the wealthy people of Verdor City? How can they be more thrilled about receiving an attack than launching one themselves?

Are they all masochists?

Wu Chang shook his head secretly, and said to the two, "Since you’ve agreed, I’ll get the contract template. We’ll further negotiate the specifics shortly."

While the three were talking, the battle outside in the plaza was nearing its end. The Hymn Company staff, who had been preemptively stationed on the surrounding skyscrapers, were wearing down the last bit of Life from Pressure Mushroom with high-energy weapons.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. The two beams that were initially targeting the Pressure Mushroom unexpectedly veered off course, the barrel swung, and aimed at the municipal engineering vehicle in the Frank Plaza East District.

Farrell, on the engineering vehicle, had just recovered from the impact of the flashbang when he saw the two thick beams coming straight at him.

"No!"

Boom!

Under the attack of high-energy weapons, the municipal engineering vehicle exploded into a ball of fire on the spot.

Wu Chang shrugged and said to the two bosses beside him, "The department staff weren’t trained properly. I’ll dock their pay later."

Saying this, he walked out of Kaven’s office. As soon as he left, Silent Mist appeared beside him.

Silent Mist whispered, "Farrell has escaped; do we need to catch up with him?"

Wu Chang shook his head lightly and said, "No, it was just to teach him a lesson; intended no real harm. Instead, rather than concern yourself with him, call Fei Guang and Chiba up to sign the contracts."

"You all contributed significantly this time, so I’m doubling your achievements for the two contracts."

Silent Mist was stunned for a moment, then immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, boss!"

Watching Silent Mist excitedly going to inform Fei Guang and Chiba, Wu Chang pursed his lips.

Respected top-level players with hidden classes, truly grateful from their hearts to a local existence for mere trifles.

All because of the Abyssal Game’s instance-side quests.

To have top-level players willing to work like cattle in the instance company, it seems Abyssal Game is the ultimate sweatshop.

In Frank Plaza East District, the municipal engineering vehicle, which was blown away by the explosion, landed, and Farrell crawled out of the burning wreckage, spitting a mouthful of clotted blood.

Even though those two attacks weren’t directly targeting him, the aftermath still left him severely injured.

He looked sharply at the Plaza West District.

Clearly, the one who intercepted him had targeted him from the start.

The opponent had somehow discovered his plan, and controlled every one of his actions.

Moreover, the rival not only intercepted him but also wanted to take the opportunity to eliminate him.

Who was it?

The damned eternal third from the Spiritual Ability Activation Department, or the enigmatic ones from the Unmanned Weapons Department?

With vultures all around him, he could not afford to fall.

He glanced at the burning car behind him, hesitated briefly but did not choose to rescue his subordinate.

The one who leaked his secret was likely hidden within, as the opponent had such precise control over him; now he couldn’t trust anyone but himself.

Struggling to stand up, he pushed aside the surrounding bystanders trying to help him, urging him to wait for ambulance assistance, and stumbled away from Frank Plaza, leaving Second Street.

As he walked, he shed his work clothes, changing into his previous outfit.

Leaving Second Street, he walked towards the previous parking spot of the field vehicle.

On the road, he frequently looked towards the distant Hymn Company.

He must survive, and then return there to continue climbing upwards! 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Continuously upwards, until the very top!

The powerful Will drove Farrell to action, and he finally saw the parked field vehicle.

As long as he got in the car, he would be safe.

At the moment when he relaxed his mind, four unfamiliar figures emerged from the shadow of the field vehicle.

A burly man, a red-neck biker-type with a scarf, an elite man, and an intricately beautiful short-haired woman who resembled a mannequin.

The four examined him from head to toe, as if appraising a commodity.

It was clear that they were not here for good.

Farrell feigned calmness, demanding, "What brings you to stand before my car?"

Biker Booker showed a bright smile, "No big deal, just someone inviting you over for a chat."

Farrell retorted, "Who’s hired you?"

Booker: "Why bother asking so much? You’ll know once you go."

Farrell scoffed, "Do you realize who you’re targeting? I’m Farrell, a Level Eight Manager at Hymn Company, attacking the management of Hymn Company is tantamount to being an enemy of Hymn Company."

As Farrell spoke, he pulled out a card, "I don’t care who you are or who you’re receiving orders from. Whatever price you’re offered, I’ll double it. Just leave now, and say you’ve never seen me."

Booker listened, nodded, then spoke to True Self, "He claimed he’s Farrell. Seems we’ve got the right person."

Booker finished, ignoring Farrell’s struggle, punching him out cold.

When Farrell opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange dimly lit room.

Inside the room stood two people, one of the four-man team leader earlier, while the other stood in the shadow, face obscured.

The figure in the shadow spoke, "Manager Farrell, didn’t expect we’d meet again in this way."

As the person emerged from the shadow, Farrell realized the person was an acquaintance.

"Raymond, have you lost your mind? Why did you send people after me?"

Raymond maintained a courteous demeanor, smiling at Farrell:

"Allow me to introduce myself again. Before you stands the chief taxation officer at the Federal Tax Bureau, the CIA’s ace agent, Raymond."

Farrell faltered, intending to speak, but was interrupted by Raymond’s next sentence.

"Also the Hymn Company executive hunter you’ve been searching for."