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Chapter 587 - 268: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 3)

A dozen figures sat around a massive alloy round table, each with a concentrated aura, their faces stern, even carrying an imperceptible trace of agitation.

They wore uniforms of different styles, including commanders of the City Defense Army, senior officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and core managers responsible for logistics and technology.

In the main seat sat a middle-aged man with a face as cold and hard as if carved by knife or chisel, his gaze sharp as a hawk.

He wore a deep gray uniform with no markings, yet on his epaulet was the city emblem in dark gold representing the highest authority.

He was one of the core high-ranking members of the Jiang Family.

Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs, Jiang Hongyuan.

At this moment, the communicator screen in front of him was pitch black, with only a red warning light for signal transmission failure silently flashing.

Time ticked by, and the oppressive silence was almost suffocating.

Suddenly!

Buzz...

Next to Jiang Zhenyue was a seemingly inconspicuous black crystal stone slab, only palm-sized, whose surface suddenly lit up with an extremely fine, nearly imperceptible dark red blood line.

The blood line meandered within the crystal stone like a living creature, then quickly dimmed and disappeared.

The muscles on Jiang Zhenyue’s cold and hard face instantly tensed.

His sharp eyes burst with a terrifying brilliance!

"Red... red light?! Highest emergency protocol?! The ancestors activated the final plan?!"

A gray-haired technical supervisor screamed, his face instantly losing all color.

Jiang Hongyuan’s body jolted violently, the last glimmer of luck in his eyes extinguished completely.

Replaced by a mad resolve and an indescribable hint of fear.

He stood up suddenly, like a fierce beast driven to a dead end, issuing a hysterical roar at all the figures frozen like statues in the hall:

"Are you all deaf?! Highest emergency protocol! Something went wrong with the ancestors! Now! Immediately! Activate the final emergency plan! Everyone! Deploy with me! Spare no cost! Bring the ancestors back!!!"

"Yes!!!"

The hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted with a tidal wave of responses.

The long-suppressed anxiety and fear transformed into fervent action at this moment.

All administrative and military personnel, regardless of their rank, rushed to their posts like wound-up machines at the fastest speed.

The sound of the hydraulic door opening was heard.

Jiang Hongyuan took the lead, his face ashen, carrying an almost palpable aura of menace, striding swiftly towards the outside of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Behind him, dozens of fierce-looking core guards of the Jiang Family, at least Tier Two, and elite members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs followed like a silent steel tide.

The heavy footsteps echoed across the empty square in front of the mansion.

However!

Just as Jiang Hongyuan was about to step out from the shadow of the enormous porch of the City Lord’s Mansion, onto the street flowing with a dreamlike aurora.

His step halted abruptly as if hitting an invisible wall.

The surging crowd behind also instantly came to a standstill!

Everyone’s eyes were fixed firmly on the center of the square in front of the mansion.

There.

Unnoticed when it happened.

A silent black shadow stood.

Numbering in the dozens.

They wore various outfits, including old-style battle uniforms of the Garrison Army, and even blue jackets from the Ministry of Internal Affairs patrol teams.

But at this moment, they all exuded the same resolute and heavy aura.

Like rocks, they blocked the main road leading from the City Lord’s Mansion to the outside world.

The leader, as upright as a javelin, had a stern face marked by the ravages of wind and frost, with an aura honed from iron-blooded battlefields.

It was Jiang Chengyue.

He stood alone at the forefront of the team, like an ancient blade drawn and stained with blood, crossing the path of the massive Jiang Family machinery.

"Jiang Chengyue!"

Jiang Hongyuan, recognizing the person, exploded in rage, like a barrel of gunpowder ignited, veins bulging on his forehead!

He took a fierce step forward, pointing at Jiang Chengyue’s nose, roaring with thunderous anger: "You traitor! The family’s shame! How dare you show your face here?! Who gave you the guts!!!"

The roar echoed across the empty square, filled with incredulous fury and a sort of violent defiance of authority.

Yet.

Faced with this roar, enough to make an ordinary Grandmaster’s heart quake, and the dozens of murderous gazes locked on him.

Jiang Chengyue’s face remained expressionless.

No anger, no rebuttal, only a deathly calm and an ultimate decisiveness burning to ashes deep in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand.

Not pointing at Jiang Hongyuan.

But firmly, slowly, crossing it over his chest.

This gesture was like a silent oath.

Behind him, the dozens of silent figures stepped forward in unison, as if pulled by an invisible string!

Thud!

The unified footsteps, like a heavy drum, struck the cold, smooth crystal stone ground, also pounding the hearts of everyone trying to rush out of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Their formation instantly created a thin yet unwavering line of flesh and blood defense.

"Gentlemen..."

Jiang Chengyue’s voice rang out, low but carrying a penetrating icy strength, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

"Today, this road..."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over Jiang Hongyuan and the murderous team behind him.

"No one, can pass from here."

Dead silence!

The air in the square seemed to be sucked out in an instant.

Jiang Hongyuan’s fury stiffened on his face, then transformed into a twisted, incredulous astonishment.

Behind him, the core guards showed expressions as if they’d seen a ghost!