Chapter 575: New Character

Author: Sanyin YinyuWord count: 1226

Boom!Clouds of dust rose into the sky.

At this moment, several kilometers from the point of destruction, the hem of a large red opera robe flapped wildly in the strong wind.

"What an exaggerated destructive power..." Chen Ling gazed at the leveled ruins in the distance and couldn't help but exclaim.

If Wang Jincheng's strike had truly been aimed at him, he probably couldn't have escaped no matter how capable he was. Not even the Blood Robe would have allowed him to recover from a pool of blood and mud, ultimately leaving him with the same fate as Li Ruohong.

Unfortunately, Wang Jincheng, at the cost of emptying himself and pulverizing an entire city block, still ended up "using a cannon to shoot a mosquito"... He wondered if Wang Jincheng would die of anger on the spot if he knew the truth.

Earlier, in the 'Skin' area of the Ancient Opera Treasury, Chen Ling discovered that it could generate anyone's face in the world, with the same effect as the Thousand Faces technique. Out of curiosity, he took one of his own faces.

Originally, Chen Ling intended to keep this face for emergencies, but unexpectedly, it came in handy this time. It was far more interesting to make others look like him than to transform himself into someone else... Losing one face was irrelevant, as he could simply return to the Ancient Opera Treasury and get another stack of his own faces.

Everyone targeted Chen Ling, 'Heart 6', but what would the world do if one day the streets were full of 'Heart 6s'?

Audience Expectation: 3

Chen Ling smiled faintly, like a devil sowing chaos in the world, a scarlet curve at the corner of his lips.

He glanced casually in the direction of the ruins, then walked directly into the Big Dipper Conglomerate's manor. The lively birthday banquet from a few minutes ago was now utterly silent. All guests had fled in disarray, and the bodyguards had swarmed out to find Mu Chunsheng. The entire manor was quiet, save for the soft patter of rain on the grass.

Beneath the dark rain clouds, a red-robed opera performer calmly walked across the disheveled red carpet, slowly stopping in the center of the hall.

Chen Ling picked up the oil-paper umbrella from the ground, gently brushed off the mud and grass leaves, and with one hand behind his back, bowed with a smile, like an actor silently taking a bow to an empty audience after a grand play had concluded.

Only then did the curtain of the performance, personally drawn open by Chen Ling, officially close.

A soft click.The plain oil-paper umbrella opened beneath the dark clouds.

Chen Ling, holding the umbrella, walked alone toward the main gate of the venue. Tiny raindrops tapped lightly on the umbrella's brim.

Just as that solitary red figure was about to leave, another figure hurried out from among the building ruins, holding several tattered, burnt contracts in their hand, shouting:

"Brother Lin, wait for me!"

Chen Ling stopped, a flicker of surprise in his eyes as he saw the disheveled Li Qingshan.

"Brother Li, why are you still here? Didn't you run?"

"I originally planned to run, but then I thought it wasn't necessary... Isn't the manor being blown up like this all your doing, Brother Lin?" Li Qingshan shook his head with a wry smile. "Since that's the case, I don't seem to have anything to fear... So, I took advantage of the chaos and ran to Mu Chunsheng's office to see if all the contracts were burned."

"You're unexpectedly bold... Any luck?"

"Most of the contracts were burned; only one safe survived the explosion, but it also had a big hole in it." Li Qingshan held up the charred paper fragments in his hand. "There were a few more contracts inside, but I couldn't understand them, so I just burned them all for him."

Chen Ling looked at him with a strange expression, then smiled and patted his shoulder,

"Brother Li, you're on the right track."

"Huh? What 'right track'?"

"It's nothing, never mind."

"Speaking of which, Brother Lin, you changed your face again? This one of yours looks better than mine..."

"Oh, this is actually my original face. But when out and about, it's more convenient to use a fabricated face. Anyway, we in the Opera God Path can change our faces whenever we want."

"That makes sense... I'll change mine too then."

"By the way, Brother Li, what are your plans next?"

"Not yet, but I've signed with the Huang Family Conglomerate now, so I suppose I'll have to go back to performing?"

"Since you're performing anyway, why not come to me? I just opened an opera house and I'm still looking for a male lead to perform with me... I'll take care of the Huang Family Conglomerate."

"That sounds great! What's our opera house called?"

A misty drizzle enveloped the mortal world. A red and a green opera robe walked side by side. As both men simultaneously raised their hands to their chins, two thin faces dissipated into the fine rain.

"It's called... Jinghong."

Wang Jincheng, dragging his weary body, walked along the ruined road.

He returned to the place where he had fought Zhong Qi, only to find no one there. Zhong Qi must have carried away the unconscious Mu Chunsheng after he left, disappearing to who knows where.

Just as Wang Jincheng was about to continue, three figures approached from the end of the road.

Seeing these three, Wang Jincheng's expression tightened, and he immediately spoke respectfully:

"Police Bureau Director Wang Jincheng, greetings to the three Hall Masters."

"You did very well this time."

One of them nodded slightly, "From discovering the clues at the dance hall, to further investigation, and then to your calm command and request for reinforcements in a crisis, everything was quite outstanding... We succeeded in encircling and suppressing the Twilight Society this time, and you deserve much credit."

"You flatter me, esteemed Hall Masters. I merely did my duty; the main credit belongs to you."

Wang Jincheng, being a director for many years, was quite adept at handling social courtesies.

Another Hall Master chuckled lightly, "Don't try that with us. The Floating Life Scroll doesn't have such complicated networks of interests and favors as you do. If it's your credit, it's your credit. We won't take it from you."

"More than half a year ago, members of the Twilight Society provoked us. Today, we dismantled their stronghold in the main city, which can be seen as a slap in their face... This incident deserves thorough reporting."

"I understand." Wang Jincheng immediately nodded. "Please rest assured, tomorrow's headlines across all major news outlets will announce the defeat of the Twilight Society by us."

"One more thing."

"What?"

"At the dance hall stronghold, we discovered something that appears to be a teleportation array. However, it's a product of the Shaman God Path, and we can't make sense of it... As the director of the Police Bureau, you have a wide network of contacts. You can find someone from the Shaman God Path to examine it and see where it connects..."

"Remember that Twilight Society member who was rescued earlier? We suspect Heart 9 and Spade 6 used that array to transport him away. If so, the other end of the array is very likely a stronghold closely related to the Twilight Society, or even their main base."

Hearing this, Wang Jincheng's eyes lit up slightly. He nodded without hesitation, responding:

"No problem. I'll immediately find a friend to see if there's anyone from the Shaman God Path in the main city and decipher the array's connection point as soon as possible!"