Chapter 377: Chapter 219: Nanhuang Daoist School, Here to Behead the Traitor!
The secretary comforted him:
"Director, you’ve done your best; it’s Ying Lin himself who is unpromising. Besides, the Ying family has shown signs of reconciliation, which undoubtedly means they are willing to abandon Ying Lin."
Mo Qihuan shook his head and said:
"Being the Ying family’s abandoned child is different from dying in Heng Province.
Even if the Ying family reconciles with the Nanhuang Daoist School and kicks Ying Lin aside, his worst fate would be to be exiled to a more remote frontier area.
But the Ying family wouldn’t easily sacrifice their direct descendants. That’s the bottom line!"
The secretary said helplessly:
"Director, everything the Nanhuang Daoist School did was in accordance with the law, and we can’t stop it.
Ying Lin sent assassins to intercept Qin Shi’s aircraft; the plan wasn’t thorough and was soon found out by the Security Department. The evidence is conclusive.
A descendant of the Nanhuang Daoist School, using their authority, armed and uninhibited, entered the ’defense area’ of the Red Pavilion.
There’s nothing wrong with the process..."
Mo Qihuan got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, eyelids drooping, as if thinking:
"The arrival of Ying Huang in Heng Province adds many variables. He caused the Ying family’s attitude to diverge, perhaps even Ying Lin’s death was Ying Huang’s plan. Without his help, the Nanhuang Daoist School would have difficulty breaking the defensive Iron Curtain of the Red Pavilion."
The secretary asked in confusion:
"Ying Huang, being the first in line to inherit, wouldn’t bother plotting against someone of Ying Lin’s level."
Mo Qihuan remained silent, his hands behind his back were gently moving.
He vaguely heard rumors that Ying Huang was close to the revival faction in the Imperial Capital.
He didn’t pay much attention then, only seeing it as a strategic bet.
"The upheaval at the top is affecting Heng Province."
Mo Qihuan’s gaze flickered. He originally planned to delay until the Seventh Battle Group arrived in Heng Province to see if he could use their strength against Nanhuang Daoist School and take the opportunity to send Ying Lin away.
As long as Ying Lin stayed alive, his cooperation with Ying Xiao would be complete.
But now, Qin Shi, the heir of Nanhuang Daoist School, has entered the Red Pavilion.
With Ying Lin’s limited abilities, he definitely can’t escape.
"Ying Huang, oh Ying Huang, this move of yours is truly troublesome."
Mo Qihuan squinted his eyes, his gaze through the window extending over the high-rise buildings and traffic routes, resembling a sea of steel and people.
The scenery across seemed to drift further and further away from him.
"Have you sent a message to Ying Xiao?"
Mo Qihuan asked.
"It was sent ten minutes ago with the highest level of urgency and encryption."
The secretary replied.
"Then it should be soon."
Mo Qihuan looked up at the sky; tonight seemed exceptionally long, the lights of Central City illuminating the dark sky as if it were daylight.
Ying Lin’s father, Ying Xiao, was among the rare hawks of the Ying family.
Direct descendants usually have two paths for their future.
Either form a team, join the great expansion movement, and go beyond Hai Province to develop their business and grow their power;
Or respond to Dongxia’s fervent Great Expedition movement, volunteering for battle group service, and undergoing the trials of blood and fire.
These are the only two paths for direct descendants.
As for seeking a seat in the 800-member Grand Council of the Imperial Capital?
They must become the first in line to inherit.
Direct descendants are nowhere near that, considered a luxury.
Back then, Ying Xiao chose the second path, boarding the recruitment ship to the Black Xie Star Domain.
This unconventional Ying family descendant did not smoothly climb the military ranks as he wished.
On the contrary, after repeatedly breaking the rules and causing incidents, he was expelled from the Ninth Battle Group.
Now he operates under the name of a private security company in the Black Xie Star Domain.
Occasionally acting as an "agent," doing the Ninth Battle Group’s dirty work.
"Isn’t the Black Water near Heng Province?"
Mo Qihuan asked again.
"That’s right, they just took a job to clear out the intelligence and spies buried in the Four Alliances Region by the Pillar of Chaos.
Such work isn’t very ’humanitarian,’ so it requires a private military and security company like Black Water to handle it."
The secretary reviewed the Security Department’s records and then said.
"That’s good, have them quickly take care of Ying Lin’s remains. I wonder how Ying Xiao will react; both his sons died at the hands of the Nanhuang Daoist School.
The previous one, Ying Qi, was promising, but got crushed into a pulp by the Divine Machine, driving Ying Xiao into a rage. If it weren’t for the family elders suppressing him, he almost flipped the table at the family meeting.
This one, Ying Lin, though useless, is still his son..."
Mo Qihuan calculated that if Ying Xiao caused a scene in Heng Province, holding back the Nanhuang Daoist School,
he might finally be able to retire peacefully.
He was well aware of the rules set by the fearsome person of the Nanhuang Daoist School.
One drop of a disciple’s blood, one enemy’s head.
In the past, Ying Lin blocked the way in front, so Mo Qihuan could sit steadily in the Education Department.
Now that the former is gone, the next blood debt should be asked for from himself.
"Heng Province is still under blockade, and it might be difficult for Black Water Company’s ships to land."
The secretary reminded.
"First initiate the project, then bid, go through the emergency passage, handle special affairs specially, let Black Water take the business.
Just say that Heng Province’s great expansion is imminent, and they need ’cleaners’."
Mo Qihuan seemed to have considered this for some time and spoke directly.
"Alright."
The secretary silently withdrew.
Mo Qihuan stood alone in the imposing office, his gaze moved inch by inch, scanning every corner.
In ten days, I can retire gloriously, board the flagship of the Seventh Battle Group heading to the Imperial Capital, and spend a peaceful elderly life.
"Can I reach the other side..."
Mo Qihuan’s expression was peaceful as he gazed at the model of Central City on the desk corner, unsure of what he was thinking.
...
...
Beyond Heng Province lies the vast Star Sea.
Looking from above, it resembles a large glass marble with an earthy-yellow tint.
Situated on a satellite fortress relatively "close" to Heng Province’s New Star.
Carrying three wave flags, the Black Water captured a secret message.
The content was simple.
"Ying Lin died at Nanhuang Daoist School."
The communication soldier responsible for receiving the message quickly translated this radio transmission and then passed it to the upper cabin.
"The boss’s son has died again."
With legs crossed on the console, hands holding his head, a bearded man happily puffing a pipe received the translated radio message, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowed.
"What do you mean again? Old Jiang, your words are quite unpleasant."
The tall and lean bald man next to him reminded.
He was nearly two meters tall, with hands hanging down to his knees, and silver hoops hanging from his earlobes.
A very typical image of a Spiritual Ability User.
"The boss already had a son die last time. This time there’s another, so saying ’again’ isn’t wrong."
The bearded man pulled his legs back, stepping onto the metal floor, turned to the communication soldier, and said:
"Tell the boss his second son is dead. Ask him how to handle this?
If Black Water needs to do anything, I’d be happy to help!
The supply process has taken too long, I’m bored and need something to do!"
The bearded man puffed the pipe twice, releasing green smoke.
"If the boss asks you to take the Black Water to Heng Province’s New Star and flatten Nanhuang Daoist School?"
The bald man asked.
"Wouldn’t that be wonderful! I’ve always liked thrills... I’ve dealt with the Star God’s affiliates, am I afraid of the Grandmaster of Nanhuang Daoist School who’s about to go to the grave?"
The bearded man grinned, revealing yellow teeth.
"Once you truly encounter a Grandmaster, you won’t think this way..."
The bald man’s words were not finished when alarms suddenly rang throughout the Black Water’s cabins, flashing red lights surprising everyone.
They were in a satellite fortress, which should be very safe.
Who would dare break in here to rob?
Even those notorious galactic outlaws might not dare.
The bearded man pounced onto the console and activated the holographic image.
He saw a strand of pale red light emerging in the dark universe.
It grew larger, spreading around like a dazzling fire.
Once it got extremely close, the bearded man saw clearly.
It was actually a Divine Machine!
Pairs of fiery wings opened orderly, releasing a tremendous and unmatched terrifying aura.
That enormous "spine" on its back, loaded with energy cores, spewed out powerful propulsion.
The sky-blue machine was agile and slender, with the life glow condensed by the pilot swirling around like a deity with a halo!
A white-haired elder exuding fierce aura was enveloped within the Divine Machine.
His eyes glinted angrily, like a King Kong:
"Nanhuang Daoist School, here to slash the ship! Who wants to stop me!"