I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 495 - 350 I, Jack, the Kidnapper!

Chapter 495: Chapter 350 I, Jack, the Kidnapper!

The white spheres emitted a shrill scream as they came hurtling down with a thunderous roar, enveloping the skies!

Chen Lun wanted to test his opponent’s abilities further, so this time he flicked his wrist, flinging out a series of red “diamonds” magic flying cards.

He was curious to see just where his own limits of control lay.

Clang! Clang! Clang!!

The crimson streaks of light flew straight and true, hitting the white spheres with pinpoint accuracy, slicing them apart without losing momentum as they continued to hurtle towards Anderson!

However, the cleaved spheres instantly reassembled in the next instant, falling as if nothing had happened.

Rumble, rumble——

Countless white spheres, heavy and dense, bombarded the area where Chen Lun was standing.

A cloud of dust rose high into the air, and the ground shook.

Anderson’s body, like a potato longitudinally sliced, separated into dozens of pieces on its own, nimbly avoiding each “diamond card” before seamlessly reforming, unscathed.

Just as he let out a sigh of relief, the sound of clapping was heard nearby.

Clap, clap, clap…

“Quite the entertaining juggling act.”

Chen Lun stood beside him, less than a meter away.

“In just two seconds, I threw a total of eleven magic flying cards. That’s already my limit, yet I only hit nine white spheres…and yet you effortlessly controlled seventy-eight spheres, easily restoring them.”

Anderson’s pupils contracted as he stiffly turned his head.

“You…you’re unaffected by spatial disturbances.”

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Jack appeared beside him in an instant, and Anderson felt his heart sink.

He knew that he no longer had any reason to continue the fight.

Having or lacking “instantaneous movement” decided whether they were on the same level.

Chen Lun looked up into the sky, while Anderson’s hands and hat ceased their movements.

He asked with interest,

“Is this your sequence ability? Extreme mental development, supporting multitasking?”

In Chen Lun’s eyes, Anderson’s hands, his hat, and Anderson himself, seemed to operate independently, without interfering with each other, yet coordinated exquisitely as if one were an army.

Anderson did not respond, but exhaled deeply.

His hands and hat flew back to him, and he bowed ceremoniously to the gentleman in the black hat before him.

“Mr. Jack, I concede.”

Chen Lun was somewhat disappointed by the other party’s straightforward surrender.

“Giving up already? I was hoping to see more of what you could do.”

Anderson could only muster a bitter smile.

Fight? With what? Spatial disturbances prevent me from moving instantly; many of my abilities are rendered useless…and he stands invincible. Most importantly, Jack hasn’t even gotten serious, not revealing the other form mentioned in the intelligence reports!

I can neither defeat him in a fight nor escape.

Feeling deflated, Anderson had no choice but to opt for surrender.

“What do you want to do?”

He asked, disheartened.

Chen Lun glanced at Ves, who lay unconscious on the ground, severely injured by the aftermath of their recent skirmish — clearly, he had no real combat experience.

Where did his confidence come from?

“Do I need to say it twice?”

Chen Lun chuckled softly.

“Of course, it’s to take you to the Round Table Knights.”

“Mr. Jack.”

Anderson forced a smile.

“Don’t you need the Supernatural Knowledge of ‘Sequence 5 – Juggler’? The Murder Club probably can’t offer such a reward. Why not…”

“Right, you’ve reminded me.”

Chen Lun interrupted him, displaying an air of realization.

“So, I have an idea.”

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He pointed at Anderson and the Ves lying on the ground.

“I’ll take you two as hostages and have the Twilight Tea Party redeem you with supernatural knowledge. How about that?”

“That…”

Anderson was stunned, never expecting the other party to be so unpredictable.

“You don’t intend to deliver us to the Round Table Knights?”

He asked tentatively.

If that was the case, nothing could be better. It would be like saving his life in exchange for some Sequence Five supernatural knowledge.

Chen Lun pondered for a moment.

“You’re right, Mr. Anderson. The club can’t give me the rewards I want… Instead of sending you to the Round Table Knights, exchanging you for the supernatural knowledge I need to advance makes more sense.”

“In that case, I’ll pass the situation here to the Tea Party,” Anderson said with a sigh of relief.

Yet, in his heart, he thought of Ves’s special identity; he was the nephew of another vice-chairman of the Tea Party, Manoran, and deeply favored by him… Surely for his sake, Manoran would part with supernatural knowledge.

And besides…

While Jack was powerful, as long as Manoran was smart enough to come with ample backup, it might be possible to turn the tables and pressure him into signing a contract to join the Tea Party’s ranks.

In that case, his initial objective would be indirectly achieved!

As Anderson considered this, he penned a letter under the watchful eye of the gentleman in the black hat, detailing the situation here. He then handed the letter over for review without making a fuss.

After examining the letter, Chen Lun nodded in satisfaction.

Anderson proved to be a man who understood the times, neither exaggerating the situation nor outright revealing that he knew of the Tea Party and the Black Knife Brotherhood’s schemes. Instead, he tactfully described the abduction and managed to pass the blame onto Ves, implying that if not for the latter’s interference, an agreement would have already been reached.

Simply put, Jack’s actions were faultless; the blame lay with the unspeakable Ves.

Throughout the letter, there was an overt desperation to survive.

Chen Lun asked Anderson for a fountain pen and added a sentence to the end of the letter—

“I, Jack, have captured your vice-chairman Anderson and a worthless man named Ves. Hurry and bring the Supernatural Knowledge of ‘Sequence 5 – Juggler’ along with ten thousand Gold Pounds, or else tickets will be torn!”

Watching the letter, Anderson hesitated before asking,

“Are you sure you want to add this sentence?”

“Yeah.”

Chen Lun waved his hand lazily.

Anderson stuffed the envelope into a juggling ball adorned with a pigeon pattern but sneered secretly in his heart. Jack’s such arrogant message would most likely infuriate Manoran…

At that time, he would surely lead all his followers into action.

Jack is still too inexperienced. Why bother with such extra measures?

Anderson shook his head in secret.

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In an inconspicuous small town in Gem State.

Behind a dilapidated theater, there stood two ancient buildings.

This was one of the strongholds of the Twilight Tea Party.

Anderson’s letter appeared on the second floor corner of the building on the left, where a very plain, bright yellow mailbox stood.

This mailbox was a Grade B “Mysterious Object,” able to send and receive mail automatically without interference from external factors, an extremely important medium for intelligence for the Twilight Tea Party.

The bright yellow mailbox automatically opened its lid, and the letter popped out, landing in a hand.

The Tea Party member stationed beside the mailbox changed his expression drastically upon reading the content of the letter and hurried to another room.

A few moments later.

Faint roars of a man could be heard from the building.

Then, all fell silent again.

If someone were to walk in at this moment for a look, they would be greatly shocked, as the entire building was empty. The earlier roars seemed like the howls of ghosts.

A group of men and women dressed ostentatiously appeared suddenly in an alley of Peacock City in Rock State.

At their lead was a middle-aged man with a hawk nose, wearing a dark brown suit and a top hat; his face was presently gloomy. Nearly twenty men and women with mysterious and formidable presences, dressed just as fancifully, followed him.

“Damn Anderson! Can’t even handle a trivial matter well!”

The hawk-nosed man said gravely.

He was the other Vice Chairman of the Twilight Tea Party, Manoran.

He was also a senior transcendent of the Mid Sequence of the Path of Destiny.

The men and women beside him were loyal Tea Party members, all mid-sequence transcendents.

“Lord Manoran, there seems to be something fishy about this matter.”

A female member spoke.

“Even if Vice Chairman Anderson and Ves couldn’t defeat Jack, they should not have been captured… They didn’t even use ‘Cloud Leap’, which means they must have been restricted. We should be cautious.”

Manoran was silent for a few seconds.

“Of course, I know. That’s why I brought all of you out… The result of divining three times was consistent, indicating some danger, but nothing too intense. And to be on the safe side, I’ve also brought a manuscript left by the Chairman, ‘Theater Etiquette’… With this mythical-level object, nothing will go wrong.”

He paused for a bit and continued,

“When we arrive at the winery later, I need you to ensure Ves’s safety as your first priority, then assist me as much as possible in suppressing Jack and forcing him to sign the ‘Destiny Contract’.”

“Understood, Lord Manoran.”

The rest of the people responded concisely.

“Let’s go.”

Manoran, suppressing his displeasure, led the group to perform ‘Cloud Leap’ again and appeared directly in front of a villa in the winery.

However, as soon as they appeared, they found the surrounding scene changed.

Blurry and distorted blue covered everything in sight, presenting an unreal image.

“This is the Spirit World… Jack has discovered us.”

Manoran glanced around with an expressionless face, then frowned.

“Also, the space in this area has been disturbed, no wonder Anderson and Ves couldn’t escape. So Jack has such means!”

“What do we do next, Lord Manoran?”

A man beside him asked.

“Stick to the plan.”

Manoran said coldly.

“I want to see what other tricks that guy has up his sleeve!”

He took a step and led everyone into the villa.

In the empty living room, only three people sat on the sofas.

Jack Spett, wearing a black flat-top hat, was sitting casually on one side. Upon seeing Manoran and the others arrive, he nodded in greeting as if it was nothing.

Across from Jack were Anderson and Ves.

But Manoran and his group immediately sensed something was terribly off.

It was a sudden sensation of dissonance, inexplicably growing in everyone’s heart.

Not only Jack’s indifferent attitude but also Ves’s pale complexion. Manoran noticed his own dearly loved nephew seemed not to see his arrival; he hung his head low, trembling violently as if he was seriously ill, sweat dripping down from his face.

Manoran’s brow furrowed deeply, puzzled as he turned his gaze towards Anderson.

Anderson raised his head and looked back at him.

The similarly pale face had an almost stiff expression, and he could only barely open his mouth but said not a single word. In his eyes was a complex mix of emotions: apology, fear, and even an imperceptible sense of relief.

“You…”

Manoran had just begun to speak.

But he was interrupted by the black-hatted gentleman who stood up, his face showing a polite smile.

“Mr. Manoran, welcome.”

Chen Lun took a step forward, gesturing with an open hand to the side.

“Come, let me introduce you…”

The eyes of Manoran and his party involuntarily followed the direction of Jack’s pointing.

Their faces changed drastically.

Beside Jack, five figures in retro knight’s armor appeared out of nowhere!

It was as if these people had been standing there all along, but they had subconsciously ignored their presence!

“These are five esteemed members of the Round Table Knights. They are very interested in the Twilight Tea Party, and I think you will have a lot to talk about.”

Chen Lun’s smile was splendid, his voice enthusiastic.