Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 95 Friday
For Loren, Friday the following day was a rare peaceful day.

There were no unexpected events or last-minute arrangements. The performance props for Sunday were already made, all the necessary arrangements were in place, and the rehearsals went smoothly.

He will perform acrobatic flying routine as a warm-up on Saturday, and will bring the new show to the theater on Sunday.

On this day, Loren quietly went to work and ate lunch in the morning, ate lunch at noon, ate lunch after work, and then leisurely lay back in the heart of the lava with a late-night snack specially made by Chef Giovanni. While eating, he prepared to start his online class that night.

But for Cuiye City, this day was far from peaceful.

The shocking news kept coming one after another, leaving people overwhelmed.

The Minister of Transportation was exposed for having an affair with his secretary, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was found to have accepted bribes from drow elves, and the Minister of the Interior was deemed mentally unstable and moved into the nearest church to receive a divine baptism from the bishop.

Moreover, perhaps due to their profession and social class, these important figures believe that crematoriums also operate on a five-day work week with two days off, and that there are no weekend overtime hours...

The evening paper at the end of this Friday reported that there were about seven or eight members of parliament and mid-to-high-level civil servants who committed suicide, and five or six others whose homicides are still being ruled out.

This was undoubtedly a premeditated political event.

In a single day, this once quiet and peaceful green city instantly became terrifying.

Just as the previous case of a bar murder and arson was being investigated and blamed on the cultist "The Shifting Ones," a new bombshell immediately broke.

The residents of Cuiye City, at this moment, were like badger in a melon field, eating melons and gathering information.

After all, anyone with a normal IQ would realize that this is abnormal.

Immediately, the chat groups on Magic Crystal Network were filled with discussions about the identities of these people involved in the incidents, and various conspiracy theories and interpretations began to proliferate.

Even several of the various group chats that Loren controlled exploded because someone was talking too deeply.

"By the way, it'll be five days by Friday, I should go back to the part-time job group."

Before online classes, Loren suddenly remembered something. He took out his Magic Crystal Terminal, entered the previous group number in the group chat search bar, and initiated a verification.

A little while later, Loren rejoined the group chat.

As a part-time chat group involving several nearby cities, and with the group owner's intimidating presence, there aren't many stories about establishing a government here.

Occasionally, people discuss the issue, but the discussions usually revolve around how to make some money from this incident.

“My uncle learned a new popular funeral custom from a city in the east. It involves a group of people dressed in all black, like gangsters, following behind the coffin. There are eighteen on each side, and they walk together with the ceremony. This is called the Eighteen Farewell Scenes.”

“I’m planning to try and sell to a few deceased congressmen. They were so rich, I’m sure I can make a fortune from them.”

"When you do this, remember to keep the magic crystal terminal far away. I'm afraid your blood will splatter on me through the screen."

"Did these people die a natural death and you just do this to them?"

"Add one more point for the screen, who would recommend this to them?"

"Brother, I support you! Go ahead and do it! I'm skilled in wood carving. Contact me before you buy the small box, and I'll give you a discount!"

Loren couldn't help but laugh as he watched the lively atmosphere in the group chat.

Only a bunch of guys can still be this happy.

A group of underage immortal beings who only think about making money, coupled with the group leader's control, have prevented this place from becoming a battlefield where the Pride School and the Envy School clash.

In other group chats, one side would talk endlessly about how one city was about to be destroyed, while the other would sarcastically remark on how regrettable or late one's death was.

Loren wasn't particularly surprised by what happened today, since he had already learned about Denise's plans from her.

Now, it's just a matter of time before things have calmed down. Hopefully, Miss Denise can hold on; we might need her help in the future.

But Denise, on the other side of the city, had a completely different perspective from Loren; she was lost in confusion and anger.

My great-grandfather sent a message the day before saying that he was being held back by the heretics and would be arriving late. Today, all those guys who had information about her, had already half surrendered to her, and were about to reveal more of their accomplices in order to get lenient treatment, are all dead!

Not a single one was left alive, and all the clues were cut off.

Before the entire fishing net could be lifted, the real big fish broke off their tails to survive.

Judging from the pictures sent from the scene, many of the guys died in ways that seem to be the work of assassins from the Drow elves.

"But this is not in Zall's interest."

Denise frowned slightly and began to think.

Based on the message sent by the great-grandfather, it is inferred that the Drow were tricked out of a quasi-artifact by the Blinkers, which is an absolutely major event for Spiderweb City, which is still a theocratic society.

The Drow and the Blinkers were invited by those scum to oppose the cleanup operation they were preparing.

Within the city's system, having summoned the legendary return of themselves, they held an absolute advantage, so they opted for external reinforcements, two at a time.

But in the logic of the Drow, the sub-artifacts could have been tricked away by the Blinkers, or they could have been tricked away by those scum.

It was entirely reasonable for the Drow to take action against them.

So-called revenge means to implicate others and to kill.

"But assassinations would yield too little for the Drow. The dead of these guys are worthless. They are only useful if they are alive and still in their positions."

Denise thought to herself.

Even if the Zhuoers want to kill, shouldn't they squeeze out all the profits first?
The fact that they colluded with the drow elves in an attempt to overthrow the status quo of Greenleaf City alone is enough for the drow to eat this group of people for a lifetime.

"It can't be that these guys did it on their own. After all, we still have to eat at the same table. If one person died before, we could just give an explanation. But if too many people die, everyone will feel insecure."

"So, it was actually done by the Transcendent Ones?"

Denise sighed softly, as if only these cultists, whose whereabouts were unknown, could do such a thing.

As for the purpose, it is naturally to stir up disputes among all parties and muddy the waters.

As the city developed and expanded, the number of hidden followers of this group of cultists became far too large.

Power is something that can drive people mad, but it also makes these people hide themselves even more deeply.

"What should I do?"

Denise's expression grew increasingly solemn. In her eyes, it was absolutely crucial not to escalate the situation further, since their greatest reliance, the legendary powerhouse, had not yet returned, and those guys were indeed hiding in the shadows.

Occasionally, they might slip up, only to be dealt with by the Instantaneous Ones.

Things are stuck here.

"It's just that I'm not good enough."

Denise sighed, and the image of a red-haired youth involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

"Spark Spike, Mr. Red Dragon, you really know how to have fun."

(End of this chapter)