Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Do Not Say the Warning Was Not Given! (Seeking First Subscription)
Rat Taoist vanished at the mountaintop, leaning on his staff.
Dense fog thickened around, only sparing a small circle at the summit.
They knelt and waited for a while, sensing that Rat Taoist must have gone far, then President Huang and the others slowly stood up.
“No wonder the Taoist said we were too young,” they murmured.
“Yes, we never imagined that we would be involved in a collision between transcendent powers.”
“But our Taoist seemed confident, certain to establish his dominance triumphantly this time!”
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President Huang continuously patted his chest, giving everyone a morale boost.
From their recent conversation, all these cunning individuals realized the evening’s hostage incident was not simple!
It was not merely the local powers testing them as foreign businessmen.
It was also a trial by the local transcendent powers over Bone Burying Ground.
Rat Taoist now planned to intervene forcefully with a thunderbolt’s fury!
This was also one of the most effective methods for an Over River Strong Dragon to deal with a local tyrant!
As registered disciples, President Huang and his group had no choice but to hope for Rat Taoist’s success.
At the same time, feeling the sense of crisis, they began to earnestly study the Health Care Skill with Lu Dahu.
Under the enhancement of a mid-grade Second Tier Spirit Vein in Pot Cave Heaven.
Even without taking any pills.
They could all distinctly feel their bodies heating up and a warm flow emerging in their dantians.
If it were just one of them experiencing this anomaly, those who followed the master knew too well it was an illusion of the body, an obstacle in cultivation that must be overcome!
But now!
All six of them had the same sensation, which was no longer mere illusion, but true sensations brought about by true skill!
“This is what true skill is!”
President Huang, overwhelmed by emotion, felt all his efforts and sacrifices recently were damn well worth it!
None of those peers, who prayed and paid more than him in their search for the spiritual path, could learn such true skill!
Although it was only the beginning, President Huang felt as though he had grown ten years younger!
Of course, this was just an illusion; the Health Care Skill could not reverse aging.
But after getting in touch with Martial Path skills and inhaling a bit of Spiritual Energy during the cultivation process.
It was indeed possible that his attitude became somewhat younger, and his complexion would improve greatly in a short time.
It was definitely exaggerated to claim all illnesses could vanish, but relieving the pain of most chronic illnesses was certainly feasible.
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On the outskirts of Gad City, inside a small, dilapidated factory sitting alone on a hillside by the road.
Dozens of young men in shorts gathered inside, enjoying barbecue and drinks.
Engaged in crude jokes and their own affairs.
They were oblivious to any trouble that might arise after offending those Eastern investors earlier that day.
In their view, those security companies wouldn’t risk their lives to save people from these desperadoes.
As for the local official forces, well… the one who tacitly allowed their actions commanded the greatest legal force locally!
Although they were hot-blooded youths, they understood that this was just a trial by fire.
However, these people didn’t care, and the bold ones would not pass up any opportunity to make money.
All of them had been fearful of poverty; now, they were focused solely on making money and would worry about the future once they had made enough.
The leader of the Coyotes was a round-faced, bespectacled man who looked like a high school student.
At that moment, he suddenly stood up, grabbed his subordinate by the neck, and pulled him close to whisper some instructions.
Afterward, the subordinate nodded repeatedly and called two people to carry a bucket, which they filled with a large amount of water before heading towards the storage room of the factory.
The hostages were mainly kept there.
These few were preparing to simply give the hostages some water and be done with it.
No one was specifically watching over the captives.
To be honest, the mortality rate of hostages who were locals of Gad City was quite low.
They were merely negotiation tools and bargaining chips; if there was a need to vent anger, it was the captured foreign managers who were killed first, not these hard-working local poor folks.
Thus, the hostages remained compliant, and very few actually attempted to escape.
After a while.
As the round-faced bespectacled man heard the sound of cars outside, he felt his waistband where his handgun was, stood up, and walked to the factory entrance with a few of his trusted aides.
There, he opened his arms and warmly embraced a middle-aged man in camouflage who had just stepped out of a Humvee.
Several camouflage-clad subordinates also got out of the vehicle, carrying briefcases.
Tonight was a dark and windy night.
With no moonlight, the two parties used the headlights of the vehicles to complete their verification outside the factory.
Then the Coyote Boss shouted a few words in local dialect.
Several gunmen stationed on both piles of earth stood up and waved their flashlights towards them.
Following this, a forklift drove out of the factory.
It brought out a large box.
Seeing this large box, the camouflaged man’s eyes lit up, continuously praising the Coyote Gang as if impressed by what they could obtain that was inside the box.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Under the vehicle lights, shadows moved swiftly, and the sound of rats could be heard.
Coupled with the dark forest shadows and the night around them.
Having just completed the transaction, the camouflaged man who was sitting in the passenger seat suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.
He frowned, suppressing the unease in his heart while quietly urging the driver to return home and speed up.
Squeak!
The Humvee had just surged onto the road from the mountain path.
Suddenly, a shadow engulfing the road attacked them head-on, instantly drowning out both the light and the vehicle.
The sound seemed to be swallowed up at that instant as well.
The Coyote Boss who was counting a Huaqi Blade at the factory entrance inadvertently looked up just in time to witness the Humvee vanishing into the shadows.
A sudden chill clutched his heart, and the night and forest he should have been familiar with.
Unnervingly brought from the depths an intense cold and fear.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Once more, the Coyote Boss heard the sound of rats.
And to his surprise, he discovered that all around, shadows seemed to be swelling swiftly at an unknown time!
Although he felt he might be overthinking it.
As the Coyote Boss was retreating back to the factory, he silently recited the protective scriptures he had heard in his childhood.
“Ah!”
The moment Coyote Boss had retreated into the factory that was as lit as daylight, before he could relax, he heard the terrified screams of his brothers.
He furiously turned around to look.
He suddenly discovered from the factory’s drainage, ventilation duct, and ceilings, rats of all sizes were pouring out as if it were raining.
These rats, like frenzied, pounced on humans, continually tearing and gnawing at them.
Some of his brothers were petrified on the spot, directly overwhelmed by the rats and bitten into a bloody mess!
Some reacted quickly, standing up and running around in a frenzy.
But still, as more rats swarmed, they were bit on the calves and fell to the ground.
“Rats, how can there be so many rats!”
Coyote Boss and his trusted followers were startled, and their first thought was not to save others but to run outside!
Just as they turned to leave, these men suddenly froze in place.
It was because they saw that the factory’s front yard was unexpectedly covered with dense masses of rats.
These rats surrounded the door, their blood-red eyes staring at them, causing chills down their spine.
On both sides of the slope, positions intended for ambushing and scouting with gunmen were also filled with rats.
They clearly were in a very dangerous predicament.
“Who is it! Who in the world is it!”
“Buddha protect us, Buddha save me!”
“Spare our lives, we surrender, isn’t surrendering enough?”
The men around Coyote Boss, in face of this incomprehensible and transcendental phenomenon, had already been scared to the point of weakness in their legs, beginning to instinctively beg the deities.
Alas, in this world where there is no spiritual power, and the power of belief also cannot be preserved.
Even if a deity truly existed!
The creator of that deity would only be Su Ping!
Coyote Boss bit through his lip, letting the pain forcefully calm him.
“It must be some new technological trickery at play!”
“I’m telling you, if I die, none of you will ever know that secret!”
“Secret?”
“The secrets of the weak, I am not interested!”
Suddenly, Coyote Boss heard an old voice coming from the darkness below.
He felt a surge of joy in his heart, thinking it was time to negotiate with the person across.
These young men, who had already begun to kill for fun, suddenly widened their eyes in disbelief at a scene that completely overturned their perceptions!
In the dark night, hordes of rats scattered like tidal waves hitting rocks, making way for an old man in a black robe with a rat-patterned mask, slowly walking with the help of a walking stick.
This old man’s whole being exuded a chilling and ghastly air.
With rats surrounding him, he appeared especially sinister, evil, and powerful!
Yes, powerful!
Those trapped by countless swarms of rats felt unprecedentedly weak in front of this old man.
And more strangely, as they saw this old man’s mask.
Even though they heard no voice.
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They felt the sinister, sneering laughter of the old man.
They seemed to hear the old man slowly telling them:
On dark and windy nights.
When hordes of rats devour humans!
I, the Rat Taoist… have come to escort you all on your final journey!
“Don’t!”
Coyote Boss and the others screamed in unison.
But they couldn’t stop the rats from swarming from all directions!
The cries of agony from the front yard were instantaneously joined with those from inside the factory.
Accompanied by the sound of a few final struggling gunshots.
The entire factory area plunged back into silence.
The rat swarm, having completed their task, began to recede just like they had arrived, even tidying up the battlefield under the command of the spiritual rat White, taking away the dead and injured rats.
Subsequently, Su Ping took out a storage bag, from Humvee trucks to weaponry equipment, and packed every usable resource and took them away.
And finally, after a glance at the storage room full of hostages.
He tapped his walking stick, tore a cleaning talisman, and removed every trace he might have left in the factory.
As for surveillance?
This gang, at this temporary base, hadn’t installed such devices!
The ones that were left were essentially broken, but just in case, Su Ping had still ordered the rats to destroy them earlier.
Ensuring no video footage could possibly leak.
Su Ping didn’t release the hostages. After clearing all traces, he activated the invisibility talisman and once again disappeared into the shadows.
Late at night, officials of Gad City, big and small, were suddenly awakened by the ringing of their phones.
And then they were dumbfounded to learn of an astonishing piece of news!
The Coyote Gang, who had kidnapped those Eastern Rich Men in the evening, had vanished into thin air not long ago!
It was the people who had gone to negotiate who found something wrong and went to rescue the victims that they found out about the emergency and reported it.
At the same time, what was even more shocking and fear-inducing for some officials, including the mayor and the security officers of the port district, among more than a dozen influential figures of Gad City.
They, upon being awakened and preparing to start their day.
Could not help but notice a black card placed in a conspicuous location in their rooms.
This card had only a simple sentence.
Yet, it made them never dare to look down upon those Eastern investors again!
Because on the card, written in the language of the Eastern Ancient Country, was the phrase:
“Consider this a prophecy!”