Chapter 93: Chapter 89: Sneak Attack! Black Hand!
"Let us out! What’s the point of locking us up?"
"Exactly! Who knows what you officials are doing outside?"
"Wasn’t the troublemaker on the news just wearing an official uniform? If there’s an internal problem, deal with it. Why lock us up?"
"..."
The exhibition hall was filled with various noisy voices, and quite a few people stood in front of the tightly closed doors, banging loudly and shouting, almost like they wanted to break out.
But most people remained in a state of watching, hesitant about the current situation.
In a corner of the crowd, a young man dressed in a hoodie sat on the ground, inconspicuous, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Wait until a few others outside make a big scene, then I will, under official guise, release all the hundreds of ordinary people here, pushing them into the fire!"
"This level of casualties is enough for now!"
Thinking of this, the young man sighed slightly. The current situation was forced and unavoidable.
They truly did not expect the officials to act so swiftly.
When the five of them escaped the Dongri Grand Hotel under the cover of the rat swarm, and found not a single person harmed on the whole street, they realized something was wrong.
Just the collapse of the Dongri Grand Hotel alone should have caused countless casualties.
Not to mention the sudden chaos during rescue operations with swarms of rats, bats, toxic leaks, explosions, and various large-scale supernatural object-induced issues.
And the supernatural object in his hand was the final link — [Perfect Integration].
When there were more than two people, he could blend in extremely naturally, without arousing any suspicion.
If there were five Official Awakened standing in front of him now, he could open the supernatural object and boldly join them!
He could use it to create conflict between ordinary victims and officials, deepening the chaos!
The original estimate was that all the events tonight would result in at least tens of thousands of deaths, plus his instigations would severely damage the officials’ prestige and trust!
But now the building collapse was useless, and the rat swarm had been suppressed. They could only wait for others outside to stir things up.
"Damn it! Weren’t we supposed to frame just any official? Why is the one we found so strong?" The young man cursed inwardly.
If the initial live news broadcast plan hadn’t failed, they wouldn’t need to enact a second plan.
It’s all because of those two official bastards, Wu Liang and Wu Ming!
BOOM—
As the young man intended to stand up and encourage the still watching people to resist, a violent explosion rang out outside the exhibition hall.
"It’s here!"
Feeling the ground of the exhibition hall tremble from the explosion, the young man’s eyes couldn’t hide his excitement.
"The grand spectacle is coming! You commoners, go and witness it with your own eyes!"
Unnoticed, the young man quietly circled outside to a concealed secret door leading to the exhibition hall’s tightly closed main entrance.
Putting on an official uniform, he shouted to the ordinary people inside, "A Fierce Ghost is approaching the exhibition hall! We have to evacuate now!"
With that, he flung the door open!
Watching the crowd flooding out in a panic, the young man’s grin nearly reached his ears.
"Go! Escape!"
"Once you’re out and mostly dead, don’t forget to blame the officials, hahaha!"
To him, the commotion outside had to be his companions’ doing.
Seeing so many ordinary people escaping, they surely knew what to do next!
Now, they just needed to wait for the explosion sound to...
make everything a foregone conclusion!
BOOM—
Another explosion, just as powerful as before, but this time the young man’s expression changed.
"Wait... why didn’t the explosion happen at the exhibition hall’s entrance?"
He realized the explosion happened nearby but didn’t affect anyone there.
Moreover, the people who rushed out earlier started coming back in, as if something terrifying awaited outside.
"Why are you damn people coming back without getting blown up?" The young man was a bit ashamed and enraged.
But outwardly, he feigned concern as an official, asking the returning crowd what happened outside.
Unexpectedly, they said, "There’s something filthy outside! Everyone who stepped out was inexplicably dragged away! Even the bodies can’t be found!"
"Huh?"
The young man was even more bewildered.
He couldn’t recall any companion’s supernatural object causing such a thing! Could it be that a real supernatural event was breaking out here? Holy crap! Is there really a Fierce Ghost?!
With an increasingly grim expression, the young man kept pacifying the crowd, saying, "Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll go check it out! Our officials will definitely protect you!"
What mattered now was regaining the trust of these people as an official, to better coax them outside once everything outside was clear!
The effect of [Perfect Integration] would make these people feel his every word and action was for their benefit.
Thinking so, the young man walked firmly towards the exhibition hall’s main entrance.
He simply couldn’t believe he’d be so unlucky!
How could a supernatural incident happen at such a precise moment!
"Let me check what’s going on..."
THUMP—
A dull thud rang out, and as a sharp pain spread from his head, the young man’s consciousness began to blur.
As darkness closed in, he vaguely heard a cheeky voice saying, "Does it sound nice? If it sounds nice, it’s a good head!"
Another voice replied helplessly, "Shadow, are you sure hitting him that hard is okay? Don’t really mess him up... Otherwise, you’d be the real fake."
"What good does it do to speak now? I’ve already knocked him dozens of times. The woods over there are barely enough to hold them." The cheeky voice sounded more helpless.
But soon, it continued, "Besides, there’s no need to knock anymore; the fish has bitten the bait. Who would’ve thought they’d dare show themselves?"
"Huh? This person is the fake?" said the other voice, a bit surprised. "I felt like he was one of us? I do remember assigning people to watch this place."
"Yeah, something in his pocket affected your judgment, making his presence seem reasonable and natural, but think about it... This operation only called for two teams of Awakened. I don’t know him, so is he one of your team’s Awakened?"
"Hmm—when you put it that way, he doesn’t seem to be from one team either! But I felt so familiar as if he was a longtime comrade."
"Let me remove the item and it’ll be clear."
With that, the young man felt someone fishing in his pocket, trying to take away the [Perfect Integration] supernatural object!
No! This can’t happen!
Just as his consciousness was about to fade entirely, he snapped back, gnashing his teeth, attempting to block the hand reaching into his pocket.
But the next second, he heard someone say, "Huh? First time wasn’t good enough? It must be a good head, indeed!"
Followed by a sound that spelled despair for the young man.
THUMP—THUMP—THUMP!
The cheeky voice even sang, "Gently tapping the sleeping mind..."