Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

He was still wondering why this cunning old fox, with his many escape routes, would be willing to tell him so much. It turned out that it was a case of "a dying man's words are wise," and if he didn't say these things soon, he might end up in hell, speaking to Satan.

Once upon a time, Samuel was the leader of the Gilded Party, the supreme leader of the entire Illuminati, and one of the most powerful people in the United States of America! For security reasons, he rarely appeared in public and even trained several doubles to handle different situations for him.

But now, he seems to be just an ordinary old man, nearing the end of his life, drinking poison in a wooden hut and waiting for death.

Death will not delay even a moment because of his past immense power.

"...Is it worth it?" Zhang Renfeng couldn't help but ask.

“Ha…” Samuel laughed. “I… I will not die as, the shoemaker’s son… but as, a strategist, a politician… a schemer.”

“You’re crazy,” Zhang Renfeng said in a deep voice. “Being the son of a shoemaker is not a shameful title. It’s far more impressive than being a politician or a schemer.”

"You are an excellent craftsman, but a political madman!"

----

……

"Perhaps." Samuel's voice was extremely weak, but he still took out the handkerchief folded in front of his chest and, with dignity, wiped away the blood flowing from his nose.

"But tonight, I'm far from being the craziest one."

"The most insane one would rather be shattered to pieces than give up that broken sword..."

"Put it back into your heart."

Chapter 966: You've Been Poisoned by My Black Water

"Pause?" Henry frowned. "Really? Are you sure you didn't hear me wrong?"

“Yes.” Valentine shrugged, his expression clearly showing suppressed anger and helplessness, and could only pretend not to care. “That’s what the messenger said. It’s delayed by two days because there’s some kind of ‘security regulation’ that needs to be checked…who knows where it came from.”

"I heard that something happened outside, in Baiju City! The place is quite remote, but it seems that some people clashed with the security forces. Some residents heard gunshots, and those streets have been brought under control. It's quite a big commotion."

……

Valentine, who is relatively well-mannered, still showed this expression, not to mention the other team members, who all had "damn it" written all over their faces.

Planning such a large-scale event requires mobilizing a considerable amount of resources both before and after the event.

Transportation, manpower, city security, passenger accommodation, sanitation... these are not the main issues. The most crucial aspects of the competition, from negotiating with each sponsor to the overall venue setup, process arrangement, and even the effects of every single light and every string of fireworks, all require careful attention and adjustment.

Once all the procedures are finalized, it's time for rehearsals, rehearsals, and more rehearsals until every contingency plan has a corresponding solution.

To achieve today's results, Henry and his team had barely slept for weeks. They had been eagerly anticipating this day, hoping to get through the event, but just a few hours into it, they received such a harsh notification.

Aside from some perfunctory "safety regulations," there was no further detailed information.

These thousands of spectators have all bought tickets and traveled from all over the country. Stopping abruptly is completely unpredictable; the reaction on the scene is impossible to foresee, and how much effort will be required to persuade and disperse the crowd? Will this safety protocol, which even its own members find unacceptable, convince the audience to obediently leave?

Today's opening ceremony, with all the race cars participating, was undoubtedly the most exciting, attracting a huge number of spectators who almost filled the stands.

With this number of people, even the normal entry and exit process is a bit stressful, let alone if they get emotional and cause any trouble.

No wonder everyone had a constipated look on their face, as if they'd swallowed a fly.

"...How many cars haven't been driven yet?"

“About ten,” Valentine said. “The vast majority of the race cars have already been driven.”

“Okay.” Henry nodded and said in a deep voice, “Once this lap is finished, immediately announce a halt. Go and prepare.”

……

"what?!"

"Mr. Hysen, this is just too unfair!"

"That's right, we've put in so much effort for today, and it's all for nothing..."

"enough!"

At the crucial moment, Henry demonstrated remarkable decisiveness, leaving his men speechless with a single sentence.

In the eyes of those in the industry, he was indeed just another puppet to "make a fortune," but to outsiders, he was still the famous head of Sanyuan Heavy Industry.

"The [Cash Maker] I know would never do anything to cause trouble for his subordinates. There's only one possibility for him to do this now."

Something has happened, and it's not a small matter.

"Do as they say, immediately..."

----

"laugh-----!!!"

The loud screech of tires rubbing against the ground!

"It's contestant number 26, sponsored by Isabella Clothing Store. He seems to be having some problems; his bike is rapidly veering off the track... HOLY—!!!"

Everything happened so fast.

By the time Henry realized what was happening and rushed out, he only saw a crimson blur streak tracing a straight line across the field. The tires screeched against the ground at incredible speed, leaving two dark skid marks.

When something unexpected happens, most people are caught off guard. In fact, only a small fraction of the audience realizes how dangerous an out-of-control race car is. Most remain seated, preferring to believe that the thin wooden grille can keep all danger out.

Until the red race car, like a honey badger, crashed headfirst into the barrier with a powerful roar of its engine.

In an instant, the immense kinetic energy shattered both the front of the vehicle and the wooden partition, and the metal monster, now unimpeded, charged into the audience.

It was only then that people belatedly screamed.

But soon, their screams and cries were swallowed up by the sound of the explosion.

"boom-------!!!"

……

The car body was quickly engulfed in flames, and its iron structure was exposed in the fire, like a human skeleton, gradually melting away.

Around it lay a large number of spectators' corpses.

Humans are so fragile. In this horrific collision, even the slightest glancing blow could have been fatal. This out-of-control race car used human bodies as cushions, like a child repeatedly crushing ants with a toy car. As far as the eye could see, besides the flames, there were only twisted, deformed, and unrecognizable corpses.

The scene descended into chaos, with screams and cries rising and falling as people pushed and shoved each other, creating an uncontrollable situation.

----

With a thud, Ren pushed open the wooden door and strode in, his face ashen. He whispered something in Zhang Renfeng's ear.

……

……

……

Baiju City is very large.

At least outside this house, the night remains desolate; the commotion has not yet reached here, only the wind howls softly.

"..."

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed several times. He was consumed by rage, his teeth were grinding, and his hair stood on end.

He slowly rose from his chair, staring at Samuel with a blazing rage in his eyes, like erupting lava.

However, what is truly tragic is that at this moment, Samuel's internal organs had already been infected by the toxins, and his vital signs were almost zero. Even with his Rama Kung Fu and Divine Illumination Kung Fu, he could not be snatched back from the clutches of death.

As he said, he had no descendants, no relatives, no friends, and was all alone, with no ties to the world.

They dedicated everything to power—how impressive, yet how despicable!

"You...you...you bastard..."

Zhang Renfeng glared angrily, his physique almost swelling, stretching his clothes to the point of tearing. The shadow he cast was enough to completely obscure the withered old man and the chair he sat in; with a simple reach, he could tear them to shreds.

But he didn't.

“The real plan will not leave behind... anything... on paper…” Samuel might have wanted to laugh, but at this moment, he was so weak that even a slight laugh would cause him to cough up blood. “What you see is only… what I wanted to show you.”

“Fourteen years ago…you…killed a father, plunged a sword into his heart, and now…”

“One of his sons, sitting in that race car, has completed his revenge on you.”

……

Zhang Renfeng's expression gradually shifted from anger to calm. He looked deeply at Samuel, as if trying to etch his expression, demeanor, and appearance into the depths of his memory.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively turned and left, and after exiting the door, he sprinted towards the center of the stadium where the incident occurred!

----

This wooden house is still heavily guarded, and not even a fly can get out.

But in reality, there was no need for that. Samuel was in such a state that he couldn't even lift a finger.

In his final moments of lucidity, he gasped for breath, his head drooping uncontrollably as he looked at the crackling flames in the fireplace.

"In the end... what are children, besides... a burden?"

"You think they are the continuation of your bloodline, that they can help you deceive death... just like... they can help me avoid being devoured by the dust."

"You know perfectly well... that their behavior deserves punishment, but love will ultimately make you let go..."

"In this life, if you want to accomplish something great, it's best to..."

Travel light.

This was a principle he had spent his entire life practicing and summarizing, but unfortunately, in the end, no one listened.

The schemer's eyes gradually froze, and he stopped breathing.

Chapter 967: NO, MikE! NO—————!

"What happened?"

The screams, the running sounds, and the wailing sirens all made Mike instinctively feel that something was wrong. Such sounds shouldn't exist during a grand festival when everyone is celebrating.

Gordon is still largely in charge of security in White Torch City. Mike knows his student quite well; while his talent isn't exceptional, his strength lies in his consistency. He follows rules and regulations meticulously, rarely making mistakes—a true guardian of the city.

Urban security should be handled by experienced and steady veteran police officers.

Furthermore, this time, police forces from other cities were mobilized to assist with the track racing event; the list was compiled by Mike himself. He knew the town well enough that the current manpower should be sufficient barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Conversely, now... something special must have happened.

Judging from the scale of the riots, the situation is quite serious.

Mike's hand rested on the doorknob. He stood at the door for a moment, hesitated, and finally gave a wry smile before withdrawing his hand.

Where are you going?

He had already stepped down from his post and, on the surface, held no official position whatsoever.

Of course, that's not the point. Back when he was building his empire with Zhang Renfeng, Mike never held any official position. More importantly...

He was indeed old, so old that he could barely walk and would be out of breath after just a few steps. He needed reading glasses to see many things clearly. He didn't want to admit he was old, but time never gives in. Year after year passed, and the injuries and hidden dangers left over from his youth began to flare up one after another. Mike had reached the point where he was essentially living one more year at a time.

Even if I went to the scene, what use would I be if I could only carry heavy loads on my shoulders but not lift heavy ones? Could I really help them?

I'm afraid... because of their reputation, those people will be too embarrassed to let me leave and will have to assign someone specifically to deal with me. Wouldn't that actually slow down their efficiency?

Thinking this, Mike sighed deeply, and dragged his somewhat sluggish body back to his recliner, step by step.

Inside the room, the clock ticked away.

He was used to loneliness, but tonight it felt particularly desolate, as if the noisy world had already left him behind. Mike finally realized that he wasn't indispensable; the world would keep turning no matter who left.

He closed his eyes, wanting to take a nap, but then he heard the sound of a key opening the door.

The footsteps that entered seemed heavier than usual.

Holly? Is that you?

"Grandpa." Holly took off her shoes at the door and put on softer, more comfortable slippers.

"Is something wrong outside?" Mike asked quickly. "I heard something..."

"There was a race car, I don't know if it went out of control or what, it suddenly crashed into the stands! The car was like a bomb, it exploded in the crowd with a bang... It was terrifying! So scary!" Holly described the scene vividly.

"Oh... God, thank God..." Mike gasped and quickly stood up. "Are you alright?"

“I was relatively lucky. I was in a direction that was quite far from the car, so I wasn’t seriously injured.” Holly sighed, still shaken. “However, those who were run over by the car… Anyway, the scene was chaotic. I barely managed to squeeze out of the crowd and didn’t dare to stay any longer, so I rushed back.”