Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 550 - 534: Heartwarming

The backside of Upper City resembled the thickest curtain, shrouding the ground in the night.

The Master of Ceremonies crouched in the shadow of an abandoned water tower, his pupils gleaming with an unnatural cold white.

His gaze penetrated a distance of 700 meters and through three layers of concrete walls, clearly locking onto the figure in the red dress — Feng Yuhuai was leading her new family wandering in the city’s night.

"The growth rate of the parasite is even faster than we anticipated."

The Master of Ceremonies grinned, an excited smile appearing on his face.

Pausing, he intensified his peeping, focusing his gaze on the map in Feng Yuhuai’s hand.

On the map in the girl’s fingertips, a route drawn in red pen was particularly eye-catching:

West City Exit → Northern Suburban Forest → Transfer Town → Scavenger Zone → Deep in the Ruins...

"It seems the parasite wants to escape from Zone 9, she doesn’t have a pass, but her smuggling route is scientifically planned."

The Master of Ceremonies praised, for a female college student, this parasite was outstanding in many respects.

What he didn’t know was that this escape route had been identically planned by Feng Yuhuai’s brother before.

Perhaps it was fate, an indescribable tacit understanding existed between the siblings.

The Master of Ceremonies squinted his eyes, slowly withdrawing his gaze, and looked at the captain and other team members.

He frowned and said, "Our squad’s mission is to wait for the sub-base reception in Zone 9, we don’t have time to accompany Feng Yuhuai on a thousand-mile journey."

The bald captain let out a light "hmm," grinned, revealing a mouth full of black teeth, and said:

"Here’s the plan, let’s follow a bit longer to see if [Mask] Zheng Hang will show up to assist her.

We’ve been searching for [Mask] Zheng Hang’s trace everywhere, but that guy has vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Perhaps we can find his whereabouts through the trail of Feng Yuhuai this time."

The Master of Ceremonies nodded in agreement and concurred:

"Let’s stop at the transfer town, we can’t let her run any further.

If she gets to the Scavenger Zone, it will be tough, and it will be difficult to intercept her by then."

The other three nodded in agreement.

Wild Beast scratched his head, looking baffled, and asked, "Then how do we get her back without exposing our identity?"

The Master of Ceremonies chuckled coldly, he took out a cellphone from his pocket, confidently stating:

"It’s simple, just a report call will do it."

As members of [Destiny], they knew precisely what kind of report call would make the relevant departments rush over.

At this moment, Red Dragonfly’s wristwatch suddenly vibrated.

She looked down to see a comical clown avatar bouncing on the screen.

Red Dragonfly’s face slightly changed, she quickly said:

"Captain, [Clown] has assigned a new task, it’s an express urgent mission, and must be handled immediately."

The bald captain frowned and asked, "Location, target?"

Red Dragonfly licked her bizarre tongue, "Zone 9’s xxx new district, the mission targets are the two Prison Chiefs from the Second Prison."

The bald captain was slightly taken aback, showing a surprised expression, and couldn’t help but sigh:

"Again the Prison Chiefs from the Second Prison, first two, now two more. Is being a prison chief a high-risk job nowadays?"

Red Dragonfly licked her bizarre tongue: "How to handle it?"

Three seconds later, the bald captain made a decision:

"Wild Beast stays to assist the Master of Ceremonies, Red Dragonfly comes with me to carry out the task."

The four exchanged a knowing glance, swiftly reaching a consensus.

The Master of Ceremonies watched the two disappear into the night, then turned to gesture to Wild Beast.

Wild Beast’s towering two-meter height surprisingly curled up like a feline, leaping down the water tower, and his heavy body landed without a sound, quickly vanishing into the night leading out of the city.

He needed to infiltrate the transfer town first for reconnaissance before the report call from the Master of Ceremonies took effect.

Fifty minutes later.

The bald captain and Red Dragonfly stood silently against the exterior wall of a new building like two shadows.

The concrete wall reflected the dim glow of the street lamps.

The two instinctively glanced at the street, with hardly any vehicles around.

Only at a slightly farther distance, a few vehicles seemed parked, all with their lights off.

Without the Master of Ceremonies’ eyes, it was impossible from this distance to tell if there were people inside those vehicles.

However, they weren’t concerned about this, as they were merely here to deliver a package.

Yes, a death package!

Red Dragonfly quickly relayed a specific house number, and the two leisurely stepped into the building, entering the elevator hall.

As Red Dragonfly stepped into the elevator, her eyebrows slightly twitched, and her nostrils gently twitched: "There’s a lingering smell of blood."

The scent was so faint, almost negligible, and ordinary people would have difficulty detecting it.

But for members of [Destiny], blood was the most familiar scent.

Red Dragonfly slowly lowered her head, her eyes falling onto the elevator floor, and suddenly, without warning, she crouched down, extending her forked tongue to lightly lick the ground.

She stood up with a ghostly air and said:

"The blood is from one to two hours ago, two people’s scent."

Red Dragonfly could not only taste the "shelf life" of the blood residue but also discern the different flavors of each person’s blood.

On her taste buds, every drop of blood was as unique as a fingerprint.

The bald captain’s expression still didn’t change, he merely pressed the button for the floor below the target level.

The elevator doors opened slowly, and the bald man glanced at Red Dragonfly, then walked out without saying a word.

The elevator doors closed again, continuing to ascend.

On the upper floor, Red Dragonfly walked out with light steps.

Red Dragonfly sniffed the air, counted silently to herself for a few seconds before slowly approaching the target door.

She stood still, grinning, as her slippery tongue slowly extended, lightly licking the entry lock.

The metal coating of the electronic door lock was instantly corroded and dented, her tongue forked and deformed, slipping into the lock like a nimble snake.

A half-second later, the lock emitted an almost imperceptible sound, and the door popped open slightly.

Red Dragonfly sidestepped, gently pulling the door open, then slipped inside.

The bloody smell inside the house was much stronger than outside, she scanned the room and was momentarily dazed.

In her line of sight were two people half-leaning on the sofa, one with a severed arm, his bandages soaked red with blood, the other wrapped in bandages, with blood faintly seeping through.

The two were motionless, their faces pale as paper. Seeing the person entering the room, a look of panic appeared on their faces, their eyes rolled desperately, and they emitted a muffled humph humph.

Red Dragonfly was extremely surprised, she recognized the two as the mission targets.

"Was the delivery intercepted?"

Red Dragonfly walked closer for a look, only to find their joints had been dislocated, no wonder they couldn’t move.

Even their jaws had been dislocated, with dried blood foam at the corners of their mouths.

"They’re not dead, so it doesn’t count as interception, perhaps it should be called..."

Red Dragonfly gently brushed their dislocated jaws, helping them align their jawbones, and asked with interest:

"Could you tell me who helped me pack you two nicely and left you here, it’s truly heartwarming~!"