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Chapter 1762 Catching a Turtle in a Jar (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"What do you mean?" Wilder lowered his gaze slightly, staring at Heo.

“I just wanted to say,” Heo said calmly, his smile fading, “that the intelligence agency doesn’t seem as safe as you describe, especially since it involves people associated with evil gods.”

He turned his gaze, glanced at the white-robed figure in the darkness, and said slowly and meaningfully, "They usually die a horrible death."

Wilder lowered his gaze, not directly responding to Heo's words, but instead saying, "So you're going to reject me?"

“You seem quite confident,” He Ao said slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. “When did you get the illusion that I would agree?”

Wilder's face darkened completely. "I never expected that the Lion of the West, known for his maturity and composure, would speak so sarcastically. Don't you think this is too naive, like a child's game?"

“So how does it demonstrate your competence to get angry over a few words,” He Ao said calmly, looking at him.

Wilder is the kind of person who is narrow-minded and emotional. When communicating with such a person, direct and purely verbal attacks are more likely to cause more harm and anger.

“You—” Wilder’s face darkened further, then he took a breath and glanced at the ring on Heo’s hand, “Old man, you’re quite the smooth talker, no wonder you have such a reputation. Since you’re so ungrateful…”

"Wait a minute," He Ao said quickly, raising his hand.

Wilder was about to make a harsh statement when he was suddenly interrupted by Heo's words. He looked up at Heo and asked, "Are you going to back down?"

“I have a question for you, and I expect you to answer it truthfully,” Heo said, looking at Wilder with a somber expression. “Where did you send the bodies of the march organizers you killed in Irons?”

"You want to know where your son went, right?" Upon hearing this, Wilder's previously gloomy expression brightened up immediately. "You don't need to exaggerate your son's status. He's far from being an organizer of the parade. At most, he's a marginal figure, the kind of marginalized person who's not even on the core list."

He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at He Ao's slightly darkened face, and continued, "I only arranged the assassination of the core personnel. Your son is just cannon fodder on the periphery, cannon fodder instigated by those core organizers. I have no interest in him."

"When did I mention my son?" He looked at Wilder calmly, a faint purple light shimmering in his pupils. He was trying to read Wilder's memories, but all he got in response was blankness.

"Didn't they find you by investigating your subordinates who were protecting your son?" Wilder chuckled further. "Otherwise, how do you think the Church of Death and Rockwell Energy Group found you?"

He looked at He Ao and continued with a smile, "I really like a saying from an old book: 'If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze.'"

He paused slightly, then continued with a hint of sarcasm, "Unfortunately, my friend, even so, I must say that your son was just a marginal figure, not as important as you imagine. Killing him was just a casual act, of course."

He raised his gaze, meeting He Ao's dark, brown-gold eyes. "I have to admit, if I had known he was your son earlier, I would have let him go. After all, such marginal figures are of little value; killing or releasing them wouldn't have made much difference. However,"

He slowly approached He Ao and continued, "Even if we kill him, it doesn't matter; it's just a little more loss."

The white-robed figure in the shadows beside him also moved slowly toward He Ao.

In response to Wilder's words, Heo simply lowered his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and quietly observed him. "My son may not be very successful, but you don't need to belittle him like that. I know very well what his position is in his organization."

He slightly raised his hand, toying with the Bloodflow Ring in his hand, "And even if he was just an ordinary protester who died in the march from a mercenary's gun, his death is more meaningful than your life."

“Ha,” Wilder sneered, “The old man is getting old and starting to talk nonsense. Does a student with no social standing even deserve to be compared to me?”

He Ao simply stared calmly at Wilder, slowly raising his hand, a purple glow covering his pupils. "I didn't compare you to him. A worm in the mud, no matter how fat it grows, is never as clean and holy as a tender green leaf, much less as good as an ordinary person who carries firewood to keep others warm. You know, I don't usually compare insects to people."

"Old man." Wilder's face darkened completely, and he rushed out instantly, heading straight for Heo's body.

At the same time, the white-robed figure on the other side seemed to have received his signal and quickly took out a phantom badge from his pocket.

The moment the badge appeared, beams of light lit up the sky, illuminating the entire warehouse.

The radiance did not come from a single light source, but from purple runes that gathered across the entire dome, covering the dome and walls of the warehouse.

These purple runes flickered at this moment, filling the entire warehouse with a purple glow, making it appear both eerie and holy.

Finally, these rays of light and runes converged at the very top of the dome, outlining a pattern of a closed eye.

This darkened warehouse is itself a huge trap, a trap to lure you in.

The eyes on the dome flickered intensely, as if they were made of real flesh and blood, and seemed ready to open at any moment.

Wilder raised his head, his eyes filled with provocation and mockery. "Old man, your greed has dragged you down into the abyss."

Knowing that 'Hawk' was seriously injured, he went to the top floor of Rockwell Energy Group to find the local CEO.

Given this, Hawke has very likely already learned about the medical supplies from Rockwell Energy Corporation.

It's impossible for a severely injured B-rank to remain unmoved after learning of the existence of powerful medical supernatural items.

Furthermore, Hawke went to the Rockwell Energy Group mercenary group and provoked Commander Rost. Logically and emotionally, Hawke is now in dire need of medical supplies.

In that case, he doesn't need to do anything; he just needs to set up a trap near the medical supplies and wait for Hawke to take the bait.

Of course, he knew time was of the essence, so he quickly contacted Starry Sky Pharmaceuticals and set up a trap as fast as possible, waiting for 'Hawk' to take the bait.

His judgment was clearly correct; Hawke indeed arrived as promised.

Hawke arrived a little too early; there were still some areas where he hadn't finished setting up his traps, so he had to destroy the lights to speed things up.

He was even prepared to retreat immediately if the plan failed and a conflict broke out with Hawke. He dared not make direct contact with this 'Lion of the West' without absolute certainty.

Who knows if the other person's injuries are as serious as expected?

Fortunately, whether due to the severity of his injuries or carelessness, Hawke did not notice his actions, giving him enough time to set up a trap.

Only then did he dare to come out and confront 'Hawk'.

Faced with Wilder's calm, slightly mocking gaze and his charging body, Heo simply raised his hand and grabbed forward.

In an instant, raging flames engulfed his body, carrying intense heat that swept towards the sides.

He was much faster than Wilder, reaching Wilder's neck almost instantly.

But at that moment, the runes that filled the sky flickered violently, and Wilder's speed suddenly increased. In an instant, he dodged Heo's grabbing hand and pulled his entire body away to the side.

This speed was not his original speed, but came from some kind of invisible 'boost'.

These bonuses clearly come from those runes.

When Heo saw his hand miss its target, he was clearly stunned for a moment.

Seeing He Ao's stunned expression, Wilder's lips curled up quickly. Not far away, the white-robed priest grasped the illusory badge in his hand.

In that instant, the runes on the entire dome suddenly lit up with a brilliant light, and at the very center of the runes, the tightly closed eyes instantly opened.

A dazzling beam of light shot out from the center of the dome, passing through part of the sturdy metal shelves and instantly erasing the shelves and the extraordinary items placed on them.

Then, the light reached He'ao and passed through his figure.

The brilliant light shone on the earth, leaving no trace.

"The old man is finally dead."

Wilder stepped aside, creating some distance, and watched the spot where the light had passed.

This attack, imbued with the aura of an angel, would kill even the old man who wasn't injured.

His body landed on the ground, trembling the void. The ground that had been illuminated by the light shattered in an instant, turning into thick dust that fell downwards, revealing the deep rocks and an endless, pitch-black abyss below.

"This illusory badge has this kind of use?"

Just then, a calm voice sounded behind him.

He turned his head and looked behind him, where the white-robed figure was standing.

A hand reached out from the void and gently grasped the illusory badge in the white-robed figure's hand.

The figure in white robes immediately tried to retrieve the badge and retreated.

But the badge seemed to be fixed in place by space, remaining completely still.

The white-robed figure raised his head and looked in the direction from which the hand had been extended. He saw only a brown-gold pupil that seemed to be burning with flames, and a somewhat aged face.

His hand gripped the illusory badge tightly, and the runes that covered the entire dome, whose radiance had dimmed considerably, suddenly flickered.

A huge, illusory bone hand, more than two meters tall, suddenly stretched out from behind the old man, pressed down, and grabbed his body.

Immediately afterwards, another hand emerged from beneath the earth and pressed down on the ground.

A giant skull, more than two meters in diameter, emerged from the ground, its illusory body passing through densely packed shelves and crawling out from the depths of the earth.

But when that illusory palm landed on the old man, it was as if it were a real object, colliding with the old man's body and holding him tightly in its hand.

But the instant the illusory, gigantic skeleton appeared, raging flames surged forth from the gaps between the skeleton's fingers, engulfing the massive skeleton's fingers and body, swallowing the entire skeleton whole.

The skeleton struggled violently, its two flame-covered arms grabbing the body below and trying to tear it apart.

The raging flames engulfed the illusory skeleton, and the white-robed figure immediately raised his hand, trying to snatch the badge from the hand of the figure engulfed in flames.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the badge an inch.

At the same time, raging flames enveloped the entire skeleton, then suddenly contracted. The massive skeleton struggled, but it was as if it were being forcibly contracted by ropes, unable to change its position in the slightest.

As the flames engulfed the bones, illusory skeletons crawled out from beneath the earth, like spirits returning from the land of the dead, rising from the ground.

Holding illusory blades, they quickly converged and rushed towards the raging flames.

Soon, these illusory bones partially obscured the surging flames, preventing the fire from shrinking, and even revealing some of the shape of the enormous skeleton engulfed in flames.

But soon, the raging fire surged even more fiercely, instantly filling the exposed bones, and then extending further, spreading to each and every tiny undead.

The undead skeletons reacted instantly, trying to escape the huge skeleton enveloped in flames, but before they could react, they were completely swallowed up.

Immediately following, with the connection and contact between the undead, the surging flames suddenly spread in all directions, instantly engulfing all the undead that crawled out of the ground and covering the entire warehouse.

The vast warehouse was illuminated once again, but not by the runes, but by raging fire, its radiance far brighter than before.

The firelight reflected on the roof, like flickering shadows, covering the already dimmed runes.

At the deepest part of the flames, the enormous skeleton engulfed in fire rapidly collapsed, and a figure enveloped in flames emerged from the inferno.

He raised his hand and covered the white-robed figure's face, his aged voice echoing in the raging flames, "Tell me, what do you know?"

"No—" the white-robed figure opened his mouth and roared loudly.

But before his voice had even faded completely, the raging flames completely engulfed the white-robed figure, turning him into a fiery figure enveloped in flames.

His body struggled violently, even giving up the illusory badge he was clutching tightly, but he still couldn't break free from the fiery hand.

Like a chick being choked, its whole body trembled, unable to budge the hand in the flames.

Wilder stared in disbelief at the scene, momentarily unable to process what had just happened.

Just then, he saw the figure enveloped in flames slowly turn its head and look at him.