137: 137.
Exploding Chair 137: 137.
Exploding Chair Having obtained the bomb, Lu Li hurried back home, aware there was much more work to be done.
It was evening, and as soon as he entered, he saw Xiao Cha doing leg stretches in the courtyard.
The two quickly huddled together, and Lu Li took the lead, saying,
“I’ve got the bomb, even Fan Shouyi, if he is in the Blood Exchange Realm, will have to die.”
As he spoke, he took out an anti-tank mine,
“It’s remote-controlled; we can detonate it using drone surveillance.”
Xiao Cha, touched it curiously, and said,
“Leave the detonation to me.
I’m going to the meeting tomorrow too.”
“That’s perfect, since you being on the scene will definitely be more accurate than a drone.”
Lu Li was initially delighted, but then he immediately remembered that, although it’s a directional mine, one still shouldn’t get too close.
He quickly reminded her, “You need to ensure you’re more than 5 meters away from Fan Shouyi.”
“Probably about twenty or thirty meters away, I guess.”
Xiao Cha took out the drone’s remote control to show Lu Li the photos she had taken:
“Four leaders will be seated on the stage, while Uncle Chen and I will have to stand below.”
At a glance, he saw it was a hall-like, large conference room, capable of accommodating four to five hundred people with no problem.
There were only four grand chairs on the stage, but no tables or chairs below, hence all the subordinates in attendance would have to stand.
Such was the way in Otherworld where hierarchy was pronounced, but Lu Li felt relieved:
“From that distance, you indeed won’t get hurt, but still, be careful…
By the way, which chair will Fan Shouyi be sitting on?”
“The first one on the left.”
Xiao Cha pointed at the faintly visible four chairs in the photo and said,
“Fan Shouyi is a cultivator, highly esteemed, so he sits on the left one;
Next are Jiang Haiyan and Xia Weiyun representing the Governor and the National Martial Arts Association, seated in the middle.”
“Judge Zhang is the host, so he graciously sits on the far right.”
Placing on the left being a position of honor, this arrangement indeed seemed to be the best way to accommodate everyone involved.
Lu Li nodded and said, “Understood, now we just need to place the mine.”
Xiao Cha was a bit hesitant, “Will this hurt Sister Xia?
She’s really nice…”
“Xia Weiyun?” Lu Li confirmed confidently,
“She’s more than 5 meters away, with two people in between, and she’s also in the Blood Exchange Realm; she probably won’t even get a scratch.”
Xiao Cha then breathed a sigh of relief, and said with excitement, “Let’s go plant the bomb after it gets dark~”
~~~~~~~~~~~
After a peaceful dinner, the two left the house with a suitcase in hand.
Inside was the ready-to-use anti-tank mine, tightly wrapped in lead cloth.
The end of the year was near, and the streets were sparsely populated.
A young couple, hand in hand, strolled through the streets of a large northern city.
The two drifted toward the Prefectural Magistrate’s office, then slipped into a small alley and disappeared from sight.
At that moment, Lu Li took the mine out of the suitcase and changed into black ninja clothes.
He also pulled a mask over his face, preparing to sneak into the Council Hall.
Meanwhile, Xiao Cha took charge of the lookout outside.
She sent the drone into the air, keeping watch over the patrolling Military Guard.
About ten minutes later, the girl suddenly said, “Now is the time!”
With that cue, Lu Li’s eyes narrowed, and his body soared skyward.
With his spirit supporting him at a 70-meter height, he followed the route the girl had planned in advance, flying straight toward the Council Hall.
This building was nothing more than a large conference room, with no important personnel or assets stored within.
There was some defense in place but it was by no means tight.
Lu Li flew in, still monitored by the Heavenly Eye watching the ground, and stealthily avoided the patrol team, silently gliding down to the front entrance of the Council Hall.
The door didn’t even have a lock, and inside the floor had just been mopped, the scent of it freshly dried.
It seemed to have been cleaned in advance, in preparation for tomorrow’s meeting.
Without a word, Lu Li leapt onto the stage and flipped the first chair upside down.
He took out some powerful quick-drying adhesive from his pocket and spread it on the lead cloth wrapped around the mine.
He stuck this “sweeping robot” of a gadget under the seat of the chair.
After pressing down with his hand for a minute, the glue dried.
Lu Li tugged at it hard, and it didn’t budge—an extremely firm bond.
He returned the chair to its original position and looked again with the Heavenly Eye.
The lead cloth blocked the Heavenly Eye’s scanning; it detected no abnormalities.
The moment someone sat down, they’d get to enjoy the treatment reserved for tanks.
Lu Li nodded in satisfaction, “Exploding Chair, complete!”
Everything was ready; now the wait was for Fan Shouyi to sit down himself.
~~~~~~~~~
Lu Li left undetected and met up with Xiao Cha.
The two didn’t go home but, like a couple out for a stroll, they headed to the nearby “Qingyi Street.”
This place was inhabited by officials, hence it often saw people in green official gowns coming and going, which was how it got its name, Qingyi Street.
They nonchalantly passed by a broad and extravagant residence.
Drones flew overhead, their cameras aggressively snapping photos of the brightly lit building.
Xiao Cha said softly, “This is Fan Shouyi’s residence, his study is to the left of the main hall.”
Lu Li nodded, “Alright, I know.
When the mine explodes tomorrow, I’ll storm in and sweep the place.”
…
However, unbeknownst to them, Fan Shouyi wasn’t at home at that time but rather at the Divine Heart Association.
This scholarly figure, who seemed both cultured and haughty, was kneeling on the ground, his head knocking the floor in earnest:
“Servant has failed in his duties.
I beg the master to grant me another opportunity!”
A young man in his twenties was the one Fan Shouyi was bowing to.
He sported a rat tail haircut, with a third eye vertically aligned on his forehead.
The young man, indifferent to the servile pleading, was fixating on a “specimen jar” filled with liquid, and said sternly:
“There must be Dimethyltryptamine in the fetus; if the Westerners can extract it, why can’t I?
Hundreds of trials, all failures…”
Inside the glass jar floated a fetal specimen, around six or seven months old, barely resembling a human form.
Fan Shouyi shouted promptly: “Master Ling Gui, with your vast Divine Skills and wisdom that reaches the heavens, a few more tries will surely do.”
“Agh.” The Golden Race Noble called Ling Gui sighed, saying:
“You’re usually so sensible.
How could you mess up this time?
The Chuyun people are very dissatisfied.”
Once again, Fan Shouyi bowed deeply, “Servant admits his fault and only asks for a chance to redeem himself with meritorious deeds.”
“Fine, I will look at your performance next year.”
Ling Gui played with the specimen jar, speaking casually:
“Besides the matter of the Chuyun people, put some real effort into the Four Spirits too.
If you fail again, I’ll extract your soul and pour it inside this specimen.”
Fan Shouyi hurriedly responded: “Thank you for your great grace, Master.
Your servant will exert utmost effort to redeem himself.
If I failure again, there’s no need for you to act; I will scatter myself to pieces!”
~~~~~~~~~
Time quickly advanced to the next day.
Everyone woke up early and had breakfast.
Xiao Cha put on her newest uniform and tucked the remote control in her pocket, proceeding to the meeting with a deeply worried Chen Zhizhong.
Meanwhile, Lu Li ordered two puppets to carry the long-missed Children’s Rifles and took a car towards Qingyi Street.
Sitting in the car, he frowned slightly and rubbed his back against the seat.
His itchiness was returning; it appeared that Wanqing’s back-stepping only provided temporary relief.
But there was no time to worry about that now; first, he needed to invite Fan Shouyi to take a seat on the Exploding Chair.