Gui Jia's Second Young Master

Chapter 850 Lord of the Upper Realm, Dragon King, and Mr. Zhuge

At the same time, from an unknown direction, a voice rang out: "Heh heh, I knew you'd find this place and use the beasts to attack us. But you're wrong, this was our plan, not yours. Now the beasts are hungry, come and reap. Eat their flesh, it's your sumptuous dinner! Devour them to your heart's content!"

The Blood King's voice appeared at this moment. This guy probably realized our plan long ago. But with how chaotic Zhenshui Island has been lately, he definitely wouldn't suspect us. After all, only we have this capability here. He finally couldn't hold back and had to show himself. I called out to the source of the voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing much. In fact, I let you go intentionally from the start. Liu Yuning, Du Wantian, and you, Detective He. First the Song family, now your He family. Hahahaha, you damn bastards, none of you fear death, right? But we are Polaris, we are an international criminal organization. How can we fear two families like yours? We don't even fear Interpol!"

Just then, many beasts had already come out, their mouths watering. As the Blood King Heng and Feng said, they were truly too hungry. Food was right before them, how could they let it go? But as they were about to attack, He Bailing gripped several smoke bombs and scattered them around. Amidst the billowing smoke, we desperately fired, followed by close combat. In the chaos, He Jinghui killed over a dozen beasts with his bare hands, but even more beasts arrived. Everyone could only continue to fight back with all their might!

At this point, He Bailing's shotgun fired a few more times, shattering many beast heads. I grabbed a few beasts and smashed them violently to the ground, then stomped on them repeatedly. Liu Yuning punched away many beasts, Gao Mingqiang directly headbutted several beasts down, Du Wantian shot some beasts with her gun held backward, He Xin, with twin guns in hand, fired left and right, leaping over countless obstacles to rendezvous with Dao Zhi Yong. Monkey's wooden armor slingshot flexibly shot projectiles, like boomerangs, piercing through many beasts' bodies!

Everyone let out astonishing battle cries, finally taking down all these beasts. However, inside an iron cage, we discovered something was amiss. He Bailing tugged hard, and then He Jinghui severed the chain with a sword. We discovered another cage inside the first one.

It turned out this cage was covered by an outer metal shell, making us think no one was inside. Xiao Yuande was imprisoned here.

We freed the person. Unlike others, he became extremely excited the moment he saw us.

After rescuing him, we quickly retreated. Judging by Yuan De's appearance, he must have been starving. As we retreated, someone offered him rations, but he didn't wolf them down. Instead, he maintained the demeanor of a police detective.

Later, we encountered many more beasts, but we swept them all aside. We also took some of the beasts with us, planning to roast and eat them, as we hadn't eaten anything other than canned food and rations for a long time.

Breaking through the animal park's final defenses, we sped off in armored vehicles. These armored vehicles were the ones we had seized from the organization last time...

This was the rooftop of a certain technology building within Zhenshui Island, inside a private office. Heng and Feng stared at a giant screen showing our escape. There was no trace of anger on their faces. Instead, he smugly held his wine glass, gazing at the red liquid within, savoring its lingering aroma: "It seems the game is getting more interesting. Fellow police officers... I eagerly await the day you arrive here! I'll be waiting..."

"Blood King, our zoo has also been breached," a mercenary anxiously reported, entering the office.

"I see it. Don't panic, this was expected. Xiao Yuande has been rescued too, hasn't he? It's fine. Ah ha ha, this way the entire Punishment Squad can unite..."

"But Blood King, aren't you afraid?"

"Hahahaha, me? How could I be afraid? I went through the Korean War. I got up from the snow back then."

"Blood King, you haven't aged all these years, is it because of what's in your cup..."

"En, did you all drink today?"

"Yes, to eternal youth!"

"Hahahaha, tonight let the brothers attack the lumber mill. Let's take back this place first!"

"Yes, Blood King. Recently, we've also been near the aquarium, planning a counterattack."

"Then let's take it down together. I like this feeling. But have you found Mo Derong recently? He's probably imprisoned in the performance company."

"Blood King, we inquired. The person is there, but the performance company is the police's stronghold. We can't force our way in."

"No, tonight I will personally go and create chaos. Then you take the opportunity to recapture all the lost territories. By then, they will be surrounded in the performance company. Then we will all charge in and surround them. If they don't come out, we will surround them until they are out of ammunition and food. If they dare to come out, we will open fire together and blow them to pieces!"

"Understood! Blood King, Blood King is brilliant! I'll be going out then!" The Blood King stood up, pointing at the map to analyze.

The mercenary left. The Blood King returned to his seat, comfortably sipping the liquid in his cup, and continued to observe the map, as if searching for more details.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a certain area. He took a red pen and marked it, then curled his lips into a sharp-toothed grin and chuckled, "I won't give you any more chances to breathe. How dare you run rampant on our territory? This is your last chance, Detective He. The game between you and me starts now!!"

"Yes, otherwise how can I live up to Lord Long Wang and... Mr. Zhuge? Mr. Zhuge, has your struggle with the He and Song families not ended yet? How many years has it been, from that era until now, it's been countless years!" For some reason, as he spoke, the Blood King turned towards a realistic oil painting on the wall not far from the office. It depicted a benevolent old man in white, with closed eyes. A blood-red gemstone ring adorned his right index finger. His temples were white, his eyebrows long, extending from his eyelids to his cheekbones. His nose was high and straight. On his forehead, a fearsome Polaris rhombus symbol seemed to be naturally engraved. His chin was covered in several scars from being brutally stabbed with a dagger, laced with wires, as if his mouth could only be kept functioning by machinery. At this moment, for some unknown reason, the old man in the painting opened his eyes...