All the secret organizations in the Federation could be broadly divided into three tiers.
The top-tier secret organizations naturally included groups like 'Blood of Blasphemy,' 'Society of Truth,' and 'Church of Glory,' which had connections to disaster-level existences in the Inner World and possessed disaster-level powerhouses in the real world.
While these organizations were not as powerful as the Hunter Association, they frequently posed significant threats to it. Even Wen Wen could not afford to underestimate them.
The second tier comprised organizations such as 'Absurdity of Speech' and 'Silver Brotherhood.'
They were like rats in the gutters, afraid to openly cause trouble, and generally worshipped higher-level evil gods from the Inner World.
These evil gods were considerably stronger than ordinary disaster-level powerhouses and could even exert some power into the real world.
However, they were not disaster-level existences, and the strongest members within their organizations were typically at the level of True Disaster Sequence.
As for the third tier, they were even less reputable, varying in size, and usually consisted of small-scale superpower gangs.
When Wen Wen worked in Furong River City, he had, under Lin Zheyuan's leadership, eradicated an entire organization, root and branch...
With Wen Wen's current strength, only the first-tier secret organizations were truly worth his caution. For the second tier, as long as he did not directly confront their main strongholds, he could retreat with his whole body intact.
Therefore, Wen Wen was utterly disrespectful towards the clown, rubbing his hands together and preparing to throw a punch.
Upon hearing Wen Wen refer to his organization as a 'chick organization,' the clown's face turned ashen. His fingers danced incessantly, sending flying knives towards Wen Wen.
The power of each flying knife was no less than that of a bullet from a large-caliber sniper rifle, but Wen Wen dealt with them with ease.
He leisurely took out the special metal playing cards he had confiscated from Wu Wang and used them to precisely block each flying knife. The knives and cards collided in mid-air, filling the space between them with crackling sparks.
The clown shot nearly a hundred flying knives, then fumbled inside his clothes for a moment, his expression changing drastically.
All his flying knives were used up!
However, Wen Wen's playing cards suffered no damage because the cards from Wu Wang could be automatically retrieved.
But Wen Wen did not continue to shoot the clown with cards. Instead, he charged towards the clown like a black panther, covering over ten meters in just two steps.
The clown's eyes widened. He kicked a colored ball towards Wen Wen, and then his body began to transform; he intended to fight Wen Wen in his assimilated state.
But Wen Wen nimbly leaped over the colored ball, stomped on it, and used the momentum to land beside the clown, directly slapping the clown's face and slamming him to the ground.
The floor, more solid than steel, was directly dented into a human-shaped crater by Wen Wen's forceful impact. Wen Wen felt as though he could hear the hotel groaning.
The clown's transformation was abruptly halted by Wen Wen's maneuver. When he tried to get up to retaliate, his limbs were met with intense pain; they were pinned to the ground by the dense metal playing cards!
"There shouldn't be someone as strong as you in this hotel. Who are you!"
According to their intelligence, the owner of this old hotel was the only one with the strength of the assimilation realm.
The four of them from Absurdity of Speech, led by the 'Teal Duck,' were at the middle stage of assimilation, while the others were at the lower stage. Therefore, the clown had never imagined that someone as formidable as Wen Wen would be here, preventing him from even activating his assimilation state.
"You win. Do as you please, whether it's to kill or dismember me," the clown snarled at Wen Wen, his eyes glaring, showing no sign of surrender.
Wen Wen crouched beside his head and tapped his face with a metal playing card, saying, "I don't want to kill you, nor do I want to dismember you. I just want to know why you attacked this place."
"I won't tell you anything. We of Absurdity of Speech would rather be crushed jade than intact tile!"
The clown said righteously, making it seem as if he were a demon hunter preparing for a heroic sacrifice...
"I don't know what your objective is, but thank you for saving me. Leave the interrogation to me," the badly injured old security guard with buck teeth said to Wen Wen as he crawled over.
Wen Wen looked at the old security guard with surprise. Normally, he should have treated Wen Wen as an enemy as well; this attitude was rather unusual.
"I didn't intend to save you... but suit yourself." Wen Wen wanted to see how the buck-toothed old security guard would interrogate the clown.
The buck-toothed old security guard took off the clown's shoes, and immediately a stench comparable to poison gas permeated the surrounding space, causing Wen Wen to instinctively cover his nose and retreat a few steps.
He felt a bit fortunate that the clown had worn shoes during the fight. Otherwise, if they had fought amidst that smell, the battle would have been utterly meaningless.
The buck-toothed old security guard, being closer to the clown, was also almost gagged by the stench, but he quickly overcame it with his strong willpower and ferociously said to the clown:
"My rule is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You kicked me with this foot, so you will repay it with this foot!"
After speaking, the old security guard's eyes gleamed menacingly, and he directly bit down on that foot!
Yes, he bit down!
Wen Wen's expression was grim. He then walked to the corner and began to retch. He was truly disgusted by the scene; it was simply toxic! Sudan Novel Network.
This buck-toothed old security guard was a true warrior to be able to bite down on that smelly foot!
Although Wen Wen had also fed his pet 'San Zai' the dead skin from his own foot, at least his foot didn't stink!
After having his foot gnawed by the buck-toothed old security guard, the clown finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Make him stop! Make him stop, I'll tell you whatever you want!"
The buck-toothed old security guard's teeth not only gnawed flesh and blood but also gnawed at the soul. The pain was far beyond any physical agony.
"We attacked this place to reclaim our possession, a 'Sword Qi Crystal'!"
"It is said to be something condensed from the total energy of a荀式 ancestor from the True Disaster Sequence over two hundred years ago."
"It contains the full power of a sword master at the True Sequence realm. If 'The Jester' obtains that crystal, they can gain even greater strength..."
"We plotted for a long time for this, only to steal the Sword Qi Crystal from the Xun family tomb. After changing hands multiple times, at the last moment, it was actually hijacked by that bald killer."
"So we must get the item back!"
The clown said, baring his teeth, his foot throbbing with pain.
Wen Wen covered his mouth and nose with a black energy and asked, "Then why didn't you negotiate with Redbeard? With your strength, simply asking to apprehend a killer here, Redbeard had no reason to refuse, right?"
The clown spat and said, "Lately, that guy Redbeard has been going mad trying to forge demon swords. If he knew about the existence of the Sword Qi Crystal, he would undoubtedly snatch it from us."
Wen Wen's eyes lit up slightly: "Demon sword!"