It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

After hearing this, Bai Lin was a little surprised, but this surprise did not last long. Instead, it was transferred to Ivan. Bai Lin waved his hand, turned around, opened the door of the bar, walked towards the security door inside, and said,

"Wouldn't it be better to let the young people handle things like this and get more experience and see the world? It's such a good opportunity, but you and I should both not take it. Old guys should act like old guys."

"Varied--"

Aiwen's face changed and he froze in shock, but Bai Lin didn't give him time to think and disappeared behind the door. Aiwen could only quickly catch up with her. Bai Lin's action was very fast. She was already explaining the incident to Xiao Nuo. Aiwen frowned and walked forward impatiently, pulling Bai Lin's arm.

"Do you know what you're doing?! This is no joke. If you make a mistake, something bad will happen."

His words were fierce and his attitude was tough, but unfortunately his body was not strong enough. The next moment, he was pushed out, took a few steps back, and fell to the wall. Bai Lin slowly put down his hand and said to the other party condescendingly,

"I'd like to ask, do you know what you're doing? Publicly, the poet has given me the full right to choose. If you question my decision, you're actually questioning her direction. Personally, this is how I teach Xiao Nuo, and she's definitely up to the task."

Bai Lin's expression suddenly became serious. She didn't betray her hostility, but her aura of intimidation was already spreading invisibly. The air seemed to freeze. Looking at this girl, who was usually a head shorter than him, Ivan actually broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

You seem to have some opinions about me? I didn't originally, but now, both publicly and privately, I seem to be dissatisfied with you. Although she didn't say it, Bai Lin seemed to be expressing this. In life, she was fine. When it came to doing things, she never indulged anyone.

"You two, don't fight among yourselves, I'm warning you."

Xiao Nuo immediately stepped in between the two of them and said so. Bai Lin shook his head at Xiao Nuo,

"Come on, save that face for later. It's hard to scare me. Don't worry, I won't harbor any subjective hostility towards my teammates, but the prerequisite is that they don't do anything outrageous."

Bai Lin's attitude made Xiao Nuo unable to do anything. Although she had been Bai Lin's apprentice for a short time, she also understood Bai Lin's character. She was a person who clearly distinguished between public and private affairs and was serious about her work. She glanced at Ai Wen, then turned around and walked to the outside.

"Everyone should do their job."

Xiao Nuo said this, and Bai Lin stretched out his hand to Ai Wen. The other party looked at it, did not take it, and got up by himself. He patted the dust off his body, as if nothing had happened, and said naturally,

"The preparations are almost complete, but it's almost time for things to get done, so hurry up."

Bai Lin didn't say much either. He sighed slightly and walked up while answering "yes, yes".

As a player with a keen eye for detail, the poet's calculations were perfect. After two rounds of events, even with minimal information, the city's leading figures would conclude that Bai Lin's group was an "organization," and a powerful underground one at that.

After all, killing so many big figures overnight and announcing their deaths one by one on time the next day, if we consider it reasonably, it is impossible that it was done by one person.

So today, their "organization" has surfaced at a very appropriate time and is taking advantage of the situation.

Taking a deep breath and raising her hands, Xiao Nuo gave Qian Hua a look, and Qian Hua understood, grabbing the gun from under the table. At the same moment, Xiao Nuo leaped out, landing heavily in the center of the gathering. She randomly grabbed a lucky spectator by the collar and lifted them up like a chicken.

"Everyone, listen carefully. We have taken control of this place. If you want to stay alive, you'd better not act rashly."

With every move, chaos immediately spread among the crowd. Most of them were noisy, and a small number of people seemed to want to use their negotiation skills as superiors to Xiao Nuo's young-looking face, but Xiao Nuo didn't listen at all.

With a powerful swing, she flung the lucky audience member directly into the sky, creating a large hole in the dome and making a loud noise. The surrounding guests were instantly stunned, and the whole place was silent. Only blood could be heard dripping from the ceiling, and then the body fell down again, hitting the ground heavily, and it was unknown whether it was alive or dead.

"Why are you making so much noise? Shut up, hold your head, and squat down!"

"Tsk, stop pretending. If someone like you can get a prosthetic, we certainly have better ones! What's the point of just being ruthless? Get moving!"

Of course, in a city like this, even among the elegant people who are toasting each other, there are also powerful fighters.

Chapter 914 Waiting for Countermeasures

With a loud roar, a chimpanzee, seemingly three meters tall, leaped out. His body was covered in tattoos, and his suit was torn apart by the pulsing of his muscles, making him look incredibly ferocious. At the same time, two people who looked similar in build and attire also jumped out. Along with a few wealthy people who were also equipped with combat prosthetics, they all pounced on Xiao Nuo.

The next moment, several streaks of light flashed simultaneously, and their bodies trembled as if electrocuted, instantly paralyzed, and flew away powerlessly due to inertia. Qian Hua, standing in a corner of the bar, waved his silenced pistol slightly, pointing the muzzle at the person who shifted his gaze towards him, as if to warn everyone.

Catching the flying gorilla, Xiao Nuo pinned it down, instantly picked up the machete at hand, chopped it down, and then threw it away casually. She then slashed at the other person a few more times, as if to vent her emotions, and then threw the knife down and stepped directly on a table, no longer caring about the person's life or death, but said,

"Someone told me it's better to kill as few people as possible. But there are so many people here, how many of them can make it out alive depends mainly on my mood. I don't like noise, and I don't like you guys making small moves. Just be nice and behave yourself, and I guarantee you'll be fine!"

As he spoke, Xiao Nuo picked up a dinner knife from the table next to him and threw it behind him with all his might. A hand that was reaching for its phone fell to the ground. Screams rang out, and Xiao Nuo moved closer, slapping the man twice before kicking him and the chair over.

"You guys are all smart people, you know a lot of things. You always think that if you follow your own understanding and do some little tricks, nothing will happen. But I'm telling you now, if you are really smart, don't touch my bottom line again."

As she spoke, Xiao Nuo frowned slightly. She didn't know why, but she seemed to be getting angrier and angrier as she thought about it. She yelled,

"Hey, bartender, come and look at them for a minute. They've been beaten to the ground and they're still screaming. I'm going to chop this idiot into pieces and feed it to the dogs."

She shouted at Qianhua, her expression fierce, yet also mad and insane, not quite sober. She dragged the severely injured body, picked up the machete from the ground, and headed towards the wealthy pet storage area. Some large animals were not allowed in the bar.

She brought out a dog half the height of a man, and the way it licked the floor wherever it found blood was a testament to its ferocious and ugly appearance. It was hard to imagine who would have such a bad taste to keep a pet like this, but in this situation, it was just the right thing to do.

Xiao Nuo crouched there, carefully raising his knife and striking the man's flesh and metal. Blood splattered, and wails echoed. As the body became increasingly mangled, the roars grew fainter. Several hostages, driven into a corner, tried to maintain composure, but couldn't hold it back and began to retch. After vomiting, they immediately suppressed their emotions, refusing to make any extra noise.

Her body was splattered with blood. Xiao Nuo wiped her hair. She was now completely different from usual, but her "performance" was extremely natural.

If you want to quickly subdue a group of top figures like this, the best thing to do is give them a target. A capable and intelligent criminal isn't scary, because they're all intelligent people. But if it's a madman, a bomb that looks ready to explode at any moment but can't be defused, they'll be terrified.

At the same time, she said "we", but did not reveal the specific number of people. Qianhua's appearance also made them realize that there might be others in the dark at any time. So behind this madman, there is an unknown strength.

Under the double oppression, naturally no one dared to act rashly anymore.

This is the simplest method, but it's not the method many people would choose, and it's certainly not the method everyone can do well. She strolled casually, wiped her cheeks, tapped her feet with a knife, and sat down at the bar as if nothing had happened.

I don't know whether to say that it was her master who taught her well, or that she was just naturally gifted.

Not long after, in a dim corridor, Bai Lin, holding a portable camera, saw a white screen flashing with light. A news channel flashed on it:

A mysterious organization suddenly appeared at the Yuntian Building, holding numerous important figures hostage and isolating most of the building's security. Sources claim the group intentionally blocked its means of communicating with the outside world, but they themselves leaked a video of the hostage situation, apparently as a protest against authorities.

Currently, there is not much information available. Let's follow our reporter to see some footage from the scene:

A video from a helicopter flashed onto the screen. A cacophony of voices, the presence of various media outlets, and the place was already packed with people. From the outside, the bar, with its large, panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, was completely obscured. The building's power supply had been cut from the inside, leaving it looking like a dark tomb.

"Get out of the way, public law is being enforced, media, retreat according to the aerial guidance line!"

Suddenly, several massive airships descended from the sky. Massive weapons protruded from above, fiercely attacking the outer wall. Artillery roared, flames splashed, but the building merely swayed slightly, and the few black panes of glass didn't even show a scratch.

"The bombardment failed. Follow orders and wait for countermeasures."

To protect the privacy and safety of guests, the bar's glass is extremely strong, and there's no way to see inside clearly from the outside. Using larger equipment would damage the building, further reducing the chances of the hostages surviving. A search and rescue operation would require detailed data analysis in advance.

Furthermore, these kidnappers, fearing they wouldn't be publicly known, deliberately released the news to most media outlets. This made it impossible for the authorities to suppress the information, and even using drastic measures would render public relations efforts impossible. Before the higher-ups made a concrete decision, the on-site personnel were powerless. Whether in terms of information or force, they seemed to be in a passive position.

"Who on earth kidnapped someone right under our noses? They kept the hostages but did nothing. They didn't take the initiative to negotiate with us. What on earth do they want?"

Chapter 915: Rebound of Position

An old lynx with a white beard slammed his hands heavily on the conference table. He seemed very angry. He waved his hands, picked up the intercom, and said,

"Go, notify the Information Department and get these guys' contact information. Our lower-level negotiation experts are already prepared."

"Don't bother with that, Your Excellency. That's all we've been waiting for."

Suddenly, an extremely unfamiliar voice entered his ears. The voice that came out of his intercom was not the answer of his subordinates, but an inexplicable female voice. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears and put down the equipment in surprise.

"Don't doubt it, don't be surprised, I'm here."

The voice lingered, and a single figure suddenly filled the screen in front of him, where he was viewing the scene. Our poet, hands folded in front of him, wearing a mask and a cape, appeared to be sitting in a dimly lit environment, speaking directly to the other person.

"We know you, Mr. Superintendent. When you were young, you were a man of action and a young man full of vigor. You wanted to make a difference and contribute to the development of this city. It's a pity that as you grow older, you gradually change your mind."

"How does it feel to have your dreams shattered like a spoon and swallowed, then rise to prominence? Do those fragments taste delicious? Or do they scratch your body? The older you get, the more irritable you become."

"Hmph, I won't be shaken no matter what you say. It's not difficult to find out these things—"

"We didn't intend to shake you. At this point, I'm not here to incite you to revolt. I'm here for one thing."

The poet leaned forward slightly and said,

"That's to inform you that whatever you do will be in vain."

"Tsk, you think you can scare me by using some messy tricks? If you really want to intimidate me, why don't you take a higher position?"

After that, Lynx lowered his head and said something to the secretary next to him, and the secretary responded directly. Lynx nodded and said to the poet with a smile,

"See, I've figured out another one of your tricks. You didn't use any technical means to interfere with our equipment, you just projected the footage. It's just pre-prepared footage, not some technology we can't detect. There's nothing special about it."

The poet was silent for two seconds, then she said to the other person,

"If you were younger, you wouldn't have responded so arrogantly. It's such a shame. The more foolish a person is, the more inexplicably courageous they are in their own ignorance."

She raised her hand and pointed at the secretary next to the lynx. Then, like a crushed watermelon, the secretary's head exploded. Blood splattered on the old lynx's cheek, causing him to tremble slightly.

In reality, the lynx wasn't very confident at all and was simply attempting to counter-intimidate with the information available. This simple, yet highly effective, bloody tactic froze him, unsure how to react. Even if he managed to maintain a normal demeanor, he had already lost any chance of seizing the initiative in the conversation.

His face was solemn. He wiped the blood from his cheeks and stared at the poet on the other side of the screen and said,

"What terms do you want?"

"Show the footage I sent to the people above. Just follow their instructions. I don't need to talk to them directly, and they probably won't make such a request."

"Okay, but we also have demands. After agreeing to your demands, we want to see the hostages."

The Superintendent was no pushover either; he understood the ins and outs of negotiation. Unexpectedly, the poet nodded and replied,

"No problem, but no one can enter the scene."

"What do you mean? How do we know you didn't use technology to process the video before sending it to us, and that you've actually killed the hostages? Hostages are a crucial part of the negotiation, and we need to ensure their safety. Otherwise, you won't get what you want, right? You're well aware of that."

"It's simple. You nominate a hostage, and we'll throw him directly out of some exhaust vents in the corridor. Then, you'll witness his death with your own eyes. This is the price of watching a hostage."

The poet spoke in a calm, almost utterly terrifying tone, recounting a story that seemed to reveal a demon beneath the mask. The superintendent gasped. But now that things had come to this, he couldn't say much more. He could only follow the poet's instructions and report to his superiors.

Soon, he received a reply from his superiors. He glanced at the message on the screen next to him, looked at the poet in front of him again, and asked,

"They said they'll trust your credibility and not look at the hostages for now. But if we need to negotiate, we can be completely frank. What do you think?"

Even after being kidnapped, you still want to talk openly? This reply is really ridiculous from an outsider's point of view. The poet did not say much, but replied directly,

"First of all, I don't want to do that. Secondly, tell them that delaying is useless. I still have plenty of time."

Moreover, when a person demonstrates in such a manner, is her purpose really just to take hostages for negotiation?

Through Old Lynx, we once again received a response from the "upper level". This time, the response was still very fast. He said,

"We fully understand your current attitude, but we don't understand your position. Could you please explain why you're doing this?"

The poet paused for a moment, then replied,

"My position is very simple. Have you heard of the Donut Warrior? My companions and I showed up at this time just to support him, that's all. You can completely regard us as his fans. We approve of his actions and feel that we cannot just benefit from him unilaterally."

"We stand with the people, we stand with the people, and so does he."

"As for my attitude, do you really understand?"

The old lynx once again relayed the poet's words. This time, his response was much slower than the previous two times. After a while, the lynx looked at the poet with difficulty and asked,

"You said we don't understand, so what exactly do you want?"

Obviously, they had gradually given up the initiative in the conversation during this back and forth, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

Chapter 916 What’s coming?

A poet who talks seriously is absolutely terrifying. She put down her hands, shook her head, and replied,

"Given your current attitude, it's already difficult for you to negotiate with me on equal terms. I need to remind you that I didn't initiate this negotiation. I only showed up because you wanted to negotiate with me."

"So, you should take the initiative to make your demands. That's the right thing to do."

The old lynx's brows knitted together. Upon hearing this, he leaned forward and replied to the poet,

"What do you mean? Do you look down on us? If you have any needs, just tell us. Who are you trying to scare by playing tricks on us?"

"Mr. Superintendent, this should be what you said yourself, not what they asked you to convey, right?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"You are a courageous person, and I think that's very commendable. But think about it carefully. Why do these powerful people who usually point fingers at you act so weak in front of me and don't even give you an explanation? You just need to convey it."

The poet expounded so calmly that compared to the emotional excitement on the other side of the screen, she did not seem to be in the conversation, but rather outside it.

The lynx's brows twitched again, but he had no choice but to act according to the poet's words. Then, the other side gave another reply,

"Release the hostages and ensure their safety. That's their only demand. Is that all right? Just speak your demands out loud."

This time, the poet didn't hesitate any longer. She nodded and spoke directly.

"In exchange, we have the following conditions..."

Bai Lin looked down at her watch and seemed to realize something. She looked at Ivan next to her and said,

"It's about time. You'll be on the left, I'll be on the right. In the corridor battle, their heavy equipment won't be able to perform to its full potential. I'm sure you can handle one side without any problems."

"Of course there will be no problem."

Ivan replied crisply, though his tone was noticeably more distraught than before. He casually opened his jacket and pulled out a pair of massive, broad-bladed machetes from beneath his clothes. It was surprising to see someone so refined and meticulous in their actions wield such violent weapons.

Although the safety factor is much lower today without armor, but in the case of a shortage of manpower, we must do our best to shoulder the responsibility and help the team solve problems.

Ivan thought this in his mind as he turned the corner. His sunglasses naturally slipped from the tip of his nose and fell to his feet. Rows of armored infantry filled the corridor, along with a mobile force of heavy equipment, appeared before him.

Negotiations naturally involve some probing attacks. Perhaps this is the essence of stalling for time. Clearly, during the negotiation, the poet wasn't discouraging the other party from attempting to attack, but rather, he was welcoming them with open arms.

This behavior is like saying: