Secret Buyer-Chapter 229 - 176: Departure Imminent, the Cultists Scheme

Chapter 229: Chapter 176: Departure Imminent, the Cultists Scheme

Afternoon.

Public Security Headquarters.

The original headquarters building had been blasted into a deep pit, and the headquarters was temporarily using a commercial building as its new office location.

Temporary severe punishment area.

Lu Mingzhu curled up in the corner, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but still didn’t dare to sleep, alert to every sound.

She was somewhat bewildered, what exactly had she done?

What crime had she committed?

To make the Public Security Headquarters of a high-level city issue a transfer order!

It seems like it was personally signed by that Director General...

She swallowed hard, a high-level city.

For Lu Mingzhu, who had lived in a small city her whole life, it was unattainable, only a wild dream; she had imagined many times moving to a high-level city in the future,

but now she found herself here in such a situation.

"It’s... half a dream come true?"

She thought with bitter amusement, noticing other inmates in the cells were sizing her up, and she felt a chill.

Each inmate carried a terrifying aura, even the weakest seemed to be a Twelve-Refined Martial Artist!

Twelve Refinements.

In a subordinate city, that would be a person whose foot stomp could make half the city tremble,

The former owner of Peace Hotel was merely a Twelve-Refined Martial Artist!

But now? Here?

In the severe punishment area, apart from herself, the weakest inmate...

Several Martial Arts Masters were detained here!

Feeling the terrifying gazes sweeping over her, Lu Mingzhu’s heart shivered,

fortunately, this was a single-inmate cell.

Otherwise...

’Clang~’

The iron door at the end of the hallway opened, and the new inmates in this temporary severe punishment area all looked up coldly.

Then they all obediently withdrew their gazes.

"It’s her..."

One inmate murmured:

"The new Director General’s favorite!"

Lu Mingzhu curiously glanced over, wanting to see what kind of divine being it was that even these terrifying inmates feared.

She saw a girl who looked much younger than herself,

in her twenties, with a very weak aura, seemingly with cultivation similar to hers, Second or Third Refinement level,

but in this severe punishment area full of Great Martial Artists and Martial Arts Masters, she walked steadily, without even a sideways glance.

Not even bothering to glance at these strong figures.

Lu Mingzhu sighed lightly in envy.

The footsteps suddenly stopped nearby.

"Lu Mingzhu?"

A crisp, decisive female voice sounded.

Lu Mingzhu was startled, quickly looking up, seeing the mysterious figure standing before her cell.

"Yes, yes, I am!"

She didn’t dare to slack and hurriedly nodded in response.

"Hmm."

Lin Changle nodded, casually opened the cell door, stepped forward, and personally unlocked the special shackles for the tension-stricken Lu Mingzhu.

"Follow me."

She said, then turned to leave, and Lu Mingzhu stumbled after the graceful woman with six fingers.

They had just exited the severe punishment area,

and ran into the Dragon Boat City Director General who was still waiting.

"Ah! Miss Lin!"

The Dragon Boat Director quickly stood up, nodding and bowing, having already learned about Miss Lin’s identity,

the only assistant to that esteemed figure!

He hurried forward, ingratiating:

"Miss Lin, are you escorting Lu Mingzhu somewhere else? Let me, let me!"

Lin Changle frowned, looking at the Dragon Boat Director approaching:

"Step back."

The Dragon Boat Director’s expression didn’t change, his smile remained bright, but he stepped back several meters, still nodding and bowing.

Lu Mingzhu watched him appear so obsequious, feeling a bit disoriented,

this Director General, in Dragon Boat City, is the second official, yet...

She moved her mouth.

"Follow me." Lin Changle only nodded back.

She led Lu Mingzhu out of the Public Security Headquarters, boarded a luxurious hovercar, and the hovercar slowly lifted off, engines humming, flying over the skies of Chongyang City.

Through the window,

Lu Mingzhu gazed at the now calm, repairing city and could finally see a bit of the high-level city’s prosperity.

Far beyond what Dragon Boat or Jiangzhou could compare.

"Where... are we going?" Lu Mingzhu couldn’t help but ask.

Lin Changle only glanced at her:

"The Director wants to see you."

Lu Mingzhu became tense all at once, the back of her head tingled, the Director of Chongyang?

That must surely be the legendary Grandmaster??

In a daze, the hovercar arrived at District One, descending slowly in front of a villa.

"Now, wait."

Lin Changle checked her watch, speaking calmly:

"The Director is having lunch with family, wait until the esteemed figure finishes."

Lu Mingzhu nodded carefully.

Time ticked by, her heart grew more anxious, unable to stop imagining, what virtue or capability did she have to catch the eye of a high-level city Director?

As she pondered and imagined.

The car door suddenly opened.

Lu Mingzhu instinctively turned her head, eyes wide open.

A familiar young face stood outside.

"Bo... Boss??"

The one standing outside the car was the boss, looking unchanged, still young, but missing a bit of his scholarly demeanor, having gained an air of mystery.

"Bo..." Lu Mingzhu instinctively started to speak, then stopped.

"Director."

She saw the nearby distinguished figure bowing her head slightly, softly speaking:

"Lu Mingzhu is here, the city’s first-phase reconstruction is underway, efficiency is high, expected to complete all except the original Public Security building within a month."

Lu Mingzhu froze in place.

Director... Director General??

Two simple, weightless words seemed to drop a bombshell in her mind,

like a mighty iron hammer, chaotically pounding and chiseling in her brain, all sorts of thoughts and ideas tangled into confusion at this moment.

Boss.

Director Chongyang.

No matter what, she could not connect these two terms; she was in tremendous shock, and then wild joy!

"Bo... Boss!" The woman with six fingers bowed her head trembling.

"Arrived?"

Zhang Fusheng casually responded:

"Lin, go and gather a batch of enhancing potions and body tempering potions, hmm, also have the Chu Family bring a vat of Grand Medicine Level potion, use them all on her."

After a pause, he looked at the beautiful woman filled with panic and disbelief in her eyes, and sighed softly:

"Are the people who went to Dragon Boat City doing well?"

Lu Mingzhu quickly bowed her head:

"They’re all well. When we first arrived at Dragon Boat City, Mr. Du from the Green Gang and the Governor personally inquired."

"It’s just..."

She cautiously said:

"Zhu Xiaoming was taken away by a mysterious person."

"Hmm, I know about that."

Zhang Fusheng calmly reflected; he already had plans for where to go.

Vital energy, spirit, heaven and earth, the three lamps of furnace fire require visiting three subordinate cities. Du Mingsheng’s situation over in Chongshan is temporarily unchanged, Zhang Fusheng plans to go there last.

Even if he were fully liberated now, revealing all his cards, he would only be comparable to a Spiritual Grand Sect,

nevertheless, he must at least be able to contend with Heaven and Earth Grand Sect before going to Chongshan City.

First, take a trip to Dragon Boat.

Returning from his thoughts, Zhang Fusheng again looked at the beautiful woman:

"Once you catch up with your cultivation, first establish yourself in the Lower Three Districts here, I’ll have people from the Public Security quietly assist to ensure you ascend quickly."

"Me?" Lu Mingzhu was taken aback, and Lin Changle was puzzled; currently, in this city, in terms of power, the boss ranks among the top five, why still focus on the Lower Three Districts?

Zhang Fusheng did not elaborate much, normally the Underworld of the Lower Three Districts indeed is not noteworthy,

but if those various sects infiltrate in large numbers afterward?

The first point of contact for them is the Lower Three Districts.

Zhang Fusheng aims for absolute control over these.

Thoughts swirling, he instructed Lin Changle:

"Also, send a dispatch to Dragon Boat City, three days later, I will personally visit Dragon Boat, prepare the aerospace ship."

"Yes, Director General." Lin Changle lowered his head, softly responded.

......

"Received the information, the Director General of Chongyang Public Security Bureau is to head to a subordinate city in three days."

In a secret location, many followers gathered.

Someone lightly tapped the tabletop, and said in a deep voice:

"Undoubtedly, this is an opportunity."

This Upper Envoy glanced around, continued:

"The news about the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron in Chongyang is confirmed, various sects are restless, a major struggle will erupt in Chongyang."

"If we can capture this Director General, completely control him, it will greatly benefit and advantage our subsequent actions."

Various Upper Envoys discussed amongst themselves, all probing the feasibility of action.

Someone lightly tapped the tabletop, spoke:

"The Public Security Director is merely a Grandmaster, but for the sake of caution, should we have a Divine Favor Envoy personally act?"

"Absolutely not."

An Upper Envoy refuted:

"The Divine Favor Envoys and Walking Under God of various sects are closely monitoring one another; any move will immediately be detected by the other sects."

He had sharp, insightful eyes:

"Our Pantheon, naturally at a disadvantage compared to the other three sects and factions, our official power is very weak; this Public Security Director must be obtained."

The Upper Envoys fell silent, all quietly contemplating the practicality.

Indeed, Chongyang’s Director General is merely a Grandmaster, not highly cultivated, but his position is unique, especially now during the martial law state in Chongyang City.

In a sense, he is one of the highest authorities in Chongyang.

And Chongyang is undoubtedly to become a land of great contention, various sects and factions are certain to advance one after another...

"Chen’s words are correct."

The old woman seated at the head, appearing seventy to eighty years old, spoke in a low tone, the remaining Upper Envoys cast respectful glances at her.

The old woman wore a large, loose garment, with drooping sleeves; on her exposed skin was etched a peculiar and sinister scroll.

She was also a Great Sect, yet seemingly held an exceptional standing, now reaching a final verdict:

"Act once the Public Security Director departs Chongyang, swiftly, seek not to make too much commotion."

Pausing for a while, the old woman leisurely gazed around, all Great Sect bow their heads to meet her gaze.

She proceeds:

"All are labeled as evil cults by the Federation, yet the other three sects have individuals holding significant offices officially, only our Pantheon struggles to extend its influence within the Federation."

"The fundamental reason lies in this thing on us."

The old woman pointed to the bizarre tattoos covering her body, her voice solemn:

"In the past, we didn’t care, but now we need to enter Chongyang, to contend, to fight, cannot directly perform a blood ritual on that city..."

"Capturing this Public Security Director, controlling him, making him a believer, becoming our spokesperson, is quite necessary."

A dozen Upper Envoys echoed, in the Golden Province, half of Pantheon’s Upper Envoys were present.

The old woman shakily stood, the sinister tattoos on her skin twisted slightly with her motion,

appearing extremely demonic.

"All prepare well, ensure to seize him when he ends up in some wilderness before arriving at Dragon Boat."

"To avoid mishaps..."

The old woman exhaled:

"I will personally attend."

All Upper Envoys’ expressions changed, nodded, though not in the Innate Realm, nor Divine Favor Envoy,

truth be told, not much difference.

"Yes."

Everyone responded in unison, each Upper Envoy stood, tattoos on their bodies twisted and squirmed, shadows engulf behind them.

......

Chu Family Manor, dungeon.

Jin Qiuyue completely bound by chains, specially crafted chains pierced her body, aligning along each bone, locking her firmly in place.

In front, suddenly mist rolled.

She laboriously raised her head, saw an indescribable chaotic fog emerging from the void,

from within the mist, as if from a distant and profound place, the sound of footsteps echoed, arrived.

Solemn, dignified.

’Tap, tap, tap’

Footsteps approaching closer.