"Capture the smart fish monster and let the stupid 'accident' escape."
"Yan Biqing will follow the clumsy fish monster, find the stronghold of the Blood of Blasphemy, and then kill them!"
After issuing the orders, Wen Wen felt refreshed, so he wanted to maximize his presence in Qingchuan City. Pursuing both objectives simultaneously would help distance him from the Black Cross.
Then, Wen Wen looked at the old man again. The old man was looking around, his eyes lit up when he spotted an SUV.
This car used off-road tires...
"So dry and rough, let's work it!"
The old man seemed injected with adrenaline. He rubbed his withered arms twice, then rushed towards the car, his hands stroking and rubbing the vehicle.
After about ten minutes, all four tires of the SUV had become perfectly round. However, they were originally off-road tires, and now they would probably skid on asphalt.
Wen Wen sighed. He conjured four water cards and flicked them out, puncturing all the tires of the SUV. The car's alarm began to blare.
"I'm doing this to prevent you from having an accident on the road, so I won't compensate you for the tires." Muttering to himself, Wen Wen walked up to the old man.
Seeing his freshly worked-on tires punctured, the old man instantly turned fierce. His hands moved rapidly, and he directly worked the SUV into a large metal ball, which he then threw at Wen Wen.
Wen Wen offered a two-second silent prayer for the SUV's owner. Then, he casually batted the metal ball away. However, accompanying the metal ball was the old man himself, his face contorted and his arms outstretched.
The old man pointed his miraculous hands at Wen Wen, intending to make him round as well.
But Wen Wen didn't even need to move. A dark purple energy formed into a claw and sent the old man flying.
Then Wen Wen's pupils contracted. The claw formed by the Faceless Demon's energy was missing a finger, and in the old man's hand was a dark purple energy sphere.
"This old fellow can really work on anything... Fine, I'll let you work to your heart's content!"
The old man ran towards Wen Wen with a strange gait, while Wen Wen calmly took a grenade from his cloak, pulled the pin, and tossed it at the old man.
Wen Wen's throw was inaccurate. At the old man's speed, he could easily dodge it. However, upon seeing the uneven surface of the grenade, the old man stopped his attack on Wen Wen without a second thought, leaped up, caught the grenade, and began to work on it.
"Even in battle, the instinct to work on things takes priority. No wonder it's a containment subject."
As the old man worked on it, the grenade detonated with a roar. Shrapnel and scorching flames engulfed the old man. A thin, dark purple film manifested on Wen Wen, blocking the grenade's power entirely.
When the smoke cleared, the soot-covered old man stood dazed, utterly confused as to why the object he was working on had exploded.
However, he was merely disheveled; he was unharmed, save for his hands, which were now scorched black.
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow and threw another grenade. The old man instinctively caught it again...
Wen Wen had a pile of grenades in his cloak. Even if he worked on all of them, Wen Wen wouldn't mind.
Finally, after working on and exploding fourteen grenades, the old man seemed to have exhausted his energy and could no longer work on the grenades. He squatted on the spot, closing his eyes as if dozing.
Wen Wen seized this opportunity to release his chains and drag the old man into the containment facility.
"This old man is quite interesting. He might be very useful in the future."
The explosions of more than ten grenades had caused quite a commotion, enough to prove that he had been diligently hunting monsters tonight and couldn't get involved in the Black Cross's troubles...
...
Upon hearing Wen Wen's command, Little Red Riding Hood giggled and kicked her short legs with such speed that they became blurs, flailing wildly at Ben Bohr.
Then, with 'accidental' excessive force, she kicked the unconscious Ben Bohr into Heng An, causing them to roll together. Ba Bohr, who was being watched by Heng An, saw an opportunity to escape and unhesitatingly jumped out the window.
Heng An gritted his teeth and prepared to pursue. He didn't want to let any member of the Blood of Blasphemy escape.
But at this moment, Tao Qingqing blocked his path and calmly said, "Lord Black Cross let him go. You don't need to concern yourselves with this matter any further."
Heng An sighed, took a step back, and then went to check Ben Bohr's injuries.
Ba Bohr ran through the night, growing more humiliated with every step.
His brother had fallen into the hands of a despicable human, and he couldn't even deal with Heng An, let alone Little Red Riding Hood, who had instantly defeated his brother.
Relying on himself, he could neither save Ben Bohr nor avenge him. Therefore, he had to seek help from the Blood of Blasphemy. After all, they were doing their work for them when they were captured by Ruixing Group; they should at least lend a hand.
If it were Ben Bohr, he would surely realize that their opponents had a powerhouse like Little Red Riding Hood, and with his own strength, he couldn't possibly escape. The fact that they let him go should have a different purpose.
However, Ba Bohr only attributed it to his good luck, completely unaware of the shadow that was stealthily following him, keeping pace with him.
This shadow was Yan Biqing. She had now invested all her attribute points into tracking-related abilities, allowing her to easily follow Ba Bohr without him noticing.
After a short jog, Ba Bohr stopped. He suddenly realized that he didn't actually know the location of the Blood of Blasphemy.
They were merely newly recruited auxiliary members of the Blood of Blasphemy and had no authority to know the location of their hideouts.
Ba Bohr scratched his head, thinking hard. It took so long that Wen Wen almost ordered Yan Biqing to capture him directly. Then, he suddenly remembered that Ben Bohr had contacted the Blood of Blasphemy headquarters by phone.
And his phone should also have the contact number of the Blood of Blasphemy's liaison...
So, he clumsily opened his phone, found the contact number of the Blood of Blasphemy's liaison, and dialed it.
"Who is this?" a flippant voice responded on the other end of the line.
Ba Bohr swallowed. "I, I'm Ba Bohr."
There was a brief silence on the other end, then, "Oh, little fish monster, what do you need?"
"My brother was captured by human superhumans while carrying out a mission for you. Can you help rescue him?" Ba Bohr stammered.
Normally, the most he said was asking his brother what he was doing. Now that he had to make decisions himself, he was a bit tongue-tied.
"Tell me the details of what happened," the person on the other end asked Ba Bohr.
So, Ba Bohr recounted everything he knew, starting from Ben Bohr's plan, to the person on the phone.
After listening, the person asked, "Did you tell them you were from the Blood of Blasphemy?"
"Yes, but after they heard that, they attacked even harder, showing no respect for you at all. You must help us get justice."
There was another silence on the other end, then the person said to Ba Bohr, "From today onwards, you are no longer peripheral members of the Blood of Blasphemy."
After saying this, the call immediately hung up. Before the call ended, a green light shot into it...