Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 219 Departure
After gently placing the flowers on Chen Duo, Liu Ke stood up straight and listened quietly as the professional monk Xiao Zizai began chanting sutras for salvation.

Yes, Liu Ke didn't expect that this demonic monk, who was incredibly skilled at killing, would actually know this skill, but judging from how fluently he spoke, it didn't seem like he had learned it on the spot.

"The nature and consciousness of all sentient beings who have not yet attained liberation are uncertain..."

Xiao Zizai's voice was deep and calm, carrying a strange soothing power. Each word seemed to fall on a calm lake, rippling outwards.

It was as if… at least from Liu Ke's perspective, Chen Duo's soul could also gain transcendence and peace as a result. But…

He couldn't really tell whether the mantra for rebirth in the Pure Land was more about comforting the deceased or about comforting the living.

Liu Ke did not believe in Buddhism. He felt that those beliefs about gods and Buddhas were nothing more than self-comfort for people.

But this world is, after all, a world where "immortals may exist." So, at this moment, he still hoped that somewhere he couldn't see, there really was a "Western Paradise," and that there really was a "Buddha" with boundless power to guide Chen Duo to that peaceful and carefree place, so that she would no longer suffer any pain.

"Amitabha……"

Liu Ke raised his eyebrows and quietly recited this sentence in a very soft voice, almost as if it were being blown away by the wind.

Then he turned his head and looked at the men in hats who were approaching his group.

"The cops are here!"

With the most 'calm' Feng Baobao's prompting, everyone present realized the situation: they were about to be surrounded by the 'hat uncles'...

There were seven or eight men wearing blue short-sleeved hats and duty caps, with police flashlights on their shoulders, handcuffs and walkie-talkies on their waists. One of the most muscular men even had a gun on his hip. They were walking over quickly.

The leader was an older policeman with a weathered face and deep wrinkles around his eyes.

Liu Ke had planned to watch the show, since he had only sent a bouquet of flowers and shouldn't be considered a "troublemaker."

But after glancing around, he realized that even the most experienced black pipe player and Old Meng could only be controlled by the hat-wearing men and couldn't produce any 'Dragon King fantasies', so he could only shake his head.

He sighed, went to greet the men in hats who looked quite wary, and said, "Excuse me, can I fill out your forms..."

But before he could finish speaking, he saw the leading policeman wink at him quickly, his eyelids twitching so fast it was almost an illusion.

Liu Ke paused for a moment, his mind racing, and then he understood what the other party meant, but he still continued, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

He knew in his heart that these people were probably not ordinary police officers—when ordinary police officers were on duty and saw this kind of 'Resident Evil-like' ascension scene, their faces would only show vigilance and seriousness, and they would never exchange such tacit glances with any of them.

Therefore… in his view, the people who were handcuffing Hei Guan'er and the others (obviously just for show), setting up a cordon around the area, and collecting Chen Duo's body while wearing protective suits could only be his company's supernatural colleagues, or…

It's the "nanny" that the state has assigned to it, hidden in the shadows—someone specifically to help it solve its problems.

As he expected, the group was "taken away" by the police and soon split up at an intersection.

With a 'reasonable' request, Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan, and Liu Ke were taken to a corner by an inconspicuous police van and kept driving towards Biyou Village, while Hei Guan'er and the others were taken to another location.

After about seven or eight minutes of driving, the three "car buddies" were quietly dropped off the bus after exchanging glances with the driver and Liu Ke.

After watching the police car drive away, Zhang Chulan stood there for a while, then couldn't help but scratch his head. After running his fingers through his messy hair for a while, he asked, "Xiao Ke, this wouldn't be... the hat you found?"

"Uh, you know what I mean? I mean... I want to ask if these uncles in hats are your people?"

His question was quite direct, with a hint of casual inquiry in his eyes. His choice of words was indeed interesting; even Feng Baobao, standing nearby, blinked and looked at Liu Ke.

Yes, as the saying goes, low emotional intelligence does not mean low IQ. Influenced by the bad boy Xu Si for many years, Feng Baobao always thought that "cops" were the kind of people who were difficult to deal with but could not play a role.

Hearing Zhang Chulan say this, she realized that Liu Ke seemed to be able to manipulate the "cops" in his hands, which naturally piqued her curiosity, her clear eyes filled with doubt. She knew that Liu Ke had a background, but she had never asked or thought about why he had a background or how big his background was.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ke first coughed to clear his slightly hoarse throat, and then slowly said, "I didn't find it... I don't know it either, but... to be honest, I think there's a high probability... that it has something to do with me."

As he spoke, he shrugged, a hint of uncertainty on his face—after all, he wasn't the "nannies'" superior, and the "nannies" didn't need to tell him what to do.

After saying that, he waved his hand, looked around, and saw that there were no pedestrians around, only a few sparrows pecking at the ground, so he felt relieved.

With a slight movement of his fingers, invisible Qi traced intricate patterns in the air. After a projection, a uniquely shaped black vehicle appeared out of thin air—the very same [Delaman] car.

After Liu Keshi used his methods, he got into the passenger seat and said to Zhang Chulan and the other man, "Get ready to get in the car. We can take care of the dirty business of defecating and urinating when we get to the wilderness outside the city. If we don't have any, we'll head straight to Biyou Village and see what's going on there."

Upon hearing Liu Ke's words, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were both taken aback, then exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat puzzled.

Two breaths later, Zhang Chulan, not wanting to waste time, asked, "Uh, if you're in the passenger seat, does that mean we're driving? My driving skills aren't very good, so let Bao'er take over?"

After getting into the car, Liu Ke first fastened his seatbelt, then said, "No need, you two sit in the back."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao opened the car doors on either side and got in. When they closed the doors, they deliberately used some force, making a very satisfying "click" sound.

After the two boarded the bus, they saw a bald man appear on the monitor in front of their seats, saying, "Hello, select Delaman, leave your troubles outside, may I ask..."

Before the bald man could finish speaking, Liu Ke interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, Lao De, head straight for Biyou Village. I need to sleep for a while, don't bother me unless it's important." Upon hearing this, Delaman replied, "Okay, the master is planning the optimal route."

After he finished speaking, the car started moving and began to drive itself.

……

Let's return to Biyou Village.

Almost forty minutes have passed since Qiu Rang led Zhang Kun, Zhong Xiaolong, and others out of the village to investigate the situation.

Normally, given their stamina and exploration speed, even if they encountered some minor troubles, they should have sent back a message long ago. But the communicator in Biyou Village remained completely silent, without the slightest sound.

According to the arrangement that Qiu Rang had previously made with the people of Biyou Village, if no news was sent back within an hour, then after a while, it would be necessary to suggest reporting the situation to Village Chief Ma and considering whether to send people to provide support.

Therefore, Jin Yong, Liu Wukui, and Haricha Gai, the three remaining top talents in the village, have been waiting in a small courtyard near the village center.

The courtyard where they were on "standby" was not large, with a few old locust trees and a few stone tables and benches under the trees, but no one was in the mood to sit down and drink tea at the moment.

They glanced towards the village entrance every now and then, their brows furrowed, clearly feeling uneasy and agitated. However, no one left the courtyard—lest something happen to Qiu Rang and they be unable to find anyone to help if needed.

"Hey, I wonder how they are doing. It's driving me crazy."

Perhaps because he had been waiting for too long, he felt a little flustered and suddenly stood up from the stone bench, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

He was an impatient man, rubbing his hands vigorously on his knees as if trying to wash away his anxiety. His feet were also pacing back and forth on the ground, making a "thump-thump" sound and kicking up dust.

Upon hearing this, Liu Wu Kui touched the wound on his forehead—a scar left from a previous battle, which was still throbbing slightly.

Then she clenched her fists together, her knuckles cracking, and said, "Ugh... this is another problem. I don't dare to exercise anymore, afraid it'll be too physically demanding..."

"How about we give each other a push-hands session, big guy? Just to loosen up our muscles so we don't need to warm up when it's time to actually fight."

Jin Yong glanced at the two "killers" sitting on his left and right sides and couldn't help but sigh.

These two, one a burly Mongolian man and the other a bouncy little girl, one big and one small, are actually both die-hard fitness enthusiasts.

However, one of them is like Arno from Changshu, who has a natural talent for unorthodox things (protected by the Five Directions of the Heavenly Kings), and is fearless in a fight; the other is like Li Yaqiang, a master of the Foot School, who can build muscle even by eating excrement (with golden bloodline), and has the brute strength to break stone tablets.

Leaving these two to just sit here preparing for battle would indeed go against their nature. But if they were to actually train their bodies, they might easily exhaust their strength prematurely when they should be putting in the effort.

So, at this moment, Jin Yong, being the only one whose brain didn't have an excessive amount of muscle, couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

Just as the three were chatting idly, each lost in their own thoughts, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate, "thump thump thump," as if someone was running desperately.

Upon seeing this, Harichagai scratched his head, stood up abruptly, and shouted loudly at the newcomer, "Niuwa, what's the rush?"

The boy called "cowboy" was just a young man of seventeen or eighteen, wearing a faded coarse cloth jacket with mud stains on his trousers.

When he rushed over to them, he was already out of breath, his chest heaving violently. For a moment, he could only gasp for air with his mouth wide open, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat. He pointed south, but couldn't speak, his face flushed red.

But when he finally caught his breath, he hurriedly said, "Gentlemen! There's a... a bad guy coming from the south, he's been hitting us with a knife!"

His voice was choked with sobs and filled with fear; he was clearly terrified.

Upon hearing his words, the three individuals with superior spiritual cultivation exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a hint of solemnity—the sudden appearance of an enemy in the south at this critical juncture was no coincidence, and was likely related to the loss of contact with Qiu Rang.

"Is anyone injured?" Liu Wu Kui asked first, taking a step forward, leaning slightly forward, his eyes filled with urgency.

Upon hearing Liu Wu Kui's question, Niu Wa nodded vigorously, tears welling in his eyes: "Several have already been injured, and they're all lying on the ground unable to get up..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wu Kui fell silent, her expression instantly turning serious. She stomped her feet on the ground and, like an arrow released from a bow, strode southward, leaving only a blur in her wake, the wind she stirred up whipping up fallen leaves.

Haricha immediately stood up, intending to follow and lend a hand, but saw Jin Yong looking thoughtful, his brows furrowed, his fingers lightly tapping on the stone table, showing no intention of moving. Haricha stopped and asked, "Brother Jin, why aren't you moving..."

Jin Yong's eyelids twitched, and he got up and sat down several times, clearly struggling internally. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "I feel something's wrong. This is too coincidental; it's like a diversionary tactic. You two go first. I'll stay here. What if... I mean, what if their target is the village chief?"

He pointed to the room where Ma Xianhong was recuperating not far away. The windows were tightly closed and the curtains were drawn, clearly indicating that he did not want to be disturbed.

Upon hearing this, Harichagai glanced at the room again, his eyes suddenly widening in understanding. He nodded and said, "Understood. Be careful, I'll take care of the other side!"

He also knew that Ma Xianhong was currently in a weak state and that no mistakes could be made.

After saying this, the heir of the Golden Family made a strange gesture—his legs were slightly apart, his knees were bent, his hips twisted suddenly, his waist followed, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly, like a bow that was full of power.

Then, he exerted his strength and shot out like a cannonball, even faster than Liu Wu Kui. The stone slab under his feet was cracked by his weight.

After the two men left, only Jin Yong remained standing in the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the direction of the village entrance, occasionally glancing at Ma Xianhong's room, his hands clenched into fists, ready to fight at any moment.

(End of this chapter)