896: Chapter 885: I Need a Reasonable Explanation 896: Chapter 885: I Need a Reasonable Explanation Americans are nothing more than a passing interlude; regarding their invitation, Ning Fan chose to ignore it, and afterward, they never appeared again.
However, there was something unexpected for Ning Fan and his group.
It was Konstantin’s meeting with the Jews half an hour later.
“Umbrella’s Konstantin?
Very well, you may leave now!”
When Konstantin arrived at the Jews’ location, they responded with just this one sentence, as if mocking him.
“What do you mean by this?”
Calling him here only to dismiss him with a single sentence?
This outcome was beyond Konstantin’s imagination, and he couldn’t accept it.
He had already set aside his prejudices and prepared to patiently converse with them, but their attitude turned out to be so dismissive.
Not losing his temper on the spot was the utmost restraint Konstantin could muster.
However, the Jews’ stance remained unwavering.
The person receiving Konstantin wore a smile that made him feel deeply insulted.
“I said you may leave now.
Of course, you could also stay, but no one will pay attention to you.
My master suddenly left due to some unforeseen matters, so he doesn’t have time to meet you.
It’s better if you head back.”
An unforeseen incident?
What kind of unforeseen incident would lead them to stand him up as their guest?
Konstantin sneered internally, barely suppressing the urge to kill this man right where he stood.
“I demand a reasonable explanation!”
Konstantin declared with a tone of authority.
As the top figure of Umbrella, did these arrogant Jews really think they wouldn’t have to pay the price?
But the result exceeded Konstantin’s expectations—his host didn’t respond at all, merely shook his head as though lamenting something, and then vanished before Konstantin’s eyes.
Leaving Konstantin standing alone in the room, utterly dumbfounded, his mind a chaotic mess.
A blazing fury burned in his eyes.
The Jews were outright insulting him, daring to stand him up without offering even an explanation.
“Damn Jews!
I should’ve known—they’re just vampires with ill intentions.
Bringing me here… was all for the sake of humiliating me?”
Konstantin muttered under his breath, consumed by an overwhelming desire to kill.
If not for the sliver of rationality he had left, he would have torn this group of New York Jews to shreds to vent his rage.
However, with the Jews now opting to ignore him, there was no longer any reason to stay—unless he intended to go for outright confrontation with them.
Otherwise, remaining here would be no different from a self-inflicted insult.
With these thoughts in mind, Konstantin clenched his fists and finally stood up slowly, suppressing his inner fury, and prepared to leave.
Just then, a commotion erupted outside the door—it sounded like a fight had broken out.
“What’s going on?”
Screams and clashes of battle suddenly echoed from outside, immediately putting Konstantin on high alert.
Standing in the room, eyeing the door, he chose not to act, silently waiting instead.
If someone had come to attack him, it wouldn’t yet require him to personally intervene—the Shadow Guards would handle it.
Sure enough, in less than a minute, the door swung open unexpectedly, and the stench of blood wafted in from outside.
Konstantin frowned and questioned the black-clad Shadow Guard who entered, “What happened here?
Who dares attack me?”
The Shadow Guard bent down and replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, Sir Konstantin.
I still haven’t figured out who orchestrated this, but I intentionally left one attacker alive.
I’m sure we’ll have answers soon!”
Upon hearing this, Konstantin said nothing further and stepped into the hallway.
The corridor was drenched in blood, painted with corpses and pools of crimson at every turn.
Mangled bodies lay strewn across the floor, thick blood spreading everywhere, making it seem as though a massacre had just occurred.
The assailants were competent fighters, each possessing Object-Manipulating Realm strength.
Yet, despite their considerable skill, they were slaughtered with such ease, as if it had required no effort at all.
“Where’s the survivor you mentioned?”
Konstantin asked, puzzled.
If someone was alive, why hadn’t he seen them?
Or was the so-called survivor already dead?
Just then, Konstantin detected a faint trace of life.
Narrowing his eyes, he looked down at the floor and discovered an unconscious individual clinging to life.
“Well, well.
Someone dared to make a move against me…
Was it the Jews?
Or has Teng Yunge finally run out of patience?”
Konstantin’s expression twisted into one of wrathful malice.
He still hadn’t realized that the bodies scattered here belonged to members of Umbrella.
If Ning Fan were present, he would definitely have recognized them immediately—they were the cannon fodder Fei Peilie had introduced to them just earlier.
Now, all but one had perished in a pool of their own blood.
“Sir Konstantin, leave this matter to me alone!”
The Shadow Guard vowed, fists clenched.
A strike against Konstantin, without the slightest advance intel, was a grave failure in his duty.
Determined to redeem himself, he volunteered to take the lead on the investigation.
But Konstantin had other ideas.
Waving his hand, he didn’t immediately agree, instead saying, “Not yet.
This matter might not be simple.
Find out quickly who’s behind this—I want them to pay the price!”
Having just been humiliated by the Jews and now faced with an assassination attempt, Konstantin was on the verge of exploding with rage.
There were many suspects behind this conspiracy—it could be the Jews, Teng Yunge, or even other enemies.
What worried Konstantin most was the possibility of Teng Yunge collaborating with others, such as the Jews.
If Teng Yunge had truly staged all of this, then Konstantin’s situation in New York might have already been ensnared in an intricate web meant to crush him.
“Rest assured, Sir Konstantin.
I will absolutely provide you with a satisfactory answer!”
The Shadow Guard’s icy gaze swept over the corpses and the barely alive survivor, his eyes cold and unfeeling, like a machine designed solely for killing.
The corridor reeked of merciless resolve.
Stepping on the sticky blood pooling beneath him, Konstantin slowly strode toward the elevator.
“Alright, it’s time to begin, you miserable wretch!”
The Shadow Guard sneered maliciously, though his thoughts remained opaque.