Chapter 588 Waiting for Dawn (3k)
“No, some haven’t been fully activated. I want to explore this city and retrieve some items. I wonder if it’s allowed?”
Reaching into his pocket, Li Ziwei fumbled for a flattened pack of cigarettes. He pulled out two, lit one, and offered the other to the Black-clad Bishop with a smile.
“You can, but you must let us follow you.”
The Black-clad Bishop didn’t take the cigarette. His gaze was scrutinizing, as if he couldn’t quite figure out the man before him, nor understand why a Young Master would appear so downcast.
“Heh, won’t you have one?”
Ignoring the Bishop’s actions, Li Ziwei lit his own cigarette, the spark a quiet ember against the backdrop of the dark and chilling tall buildings.
“Hoo…”
He took a small puff and let out a sigh, the faint scent of smoke dissipating along the blue halo. Having received approval, he turned and walked towards the exit.
“Let’s go.”
His demeanor was somewhat melancholic yet undeniably dashing. His hopeful gaze occasionally drifted towards the outskirts, as if wanting to see something.
The firelight of the cigarette cast a stark, cold glow in the dark stairwell. After exiting the building, Li Ziwei dropped the cigarette at the entrance, like a worker just ending their shift.
This was because the place he was going to didn’t allow smoking.
Walking on the street, he observed the crowded vehicles with a neutral expression, his eyes continuously scanning the unfolding events before him.
Two Black-clad Bishops followed him, among the group of followers. Together, they weren’t afraid of the Young Master causing trouble, so they watched the surrounding chaos with smiles, considering it a good little appetizer.
“This road is truly long.”
Ignoring them, Li Ziwei continued his stroll. He suddenly felt like his entire life up to this point had been spent in a daze, much like now, like a walking corpse.
A long time ago, he wasn’t much different from other rich second-generation individuals. It had been like this since his student days; teachers feared him, teachers flattered him, and even school administrators showed him extreme deference.
After graduating from university, he followed the trend and joined the Law Enforcement Hall, continuing to enjoy the protection of his father’s legacy. He wanted to prove himself, to prevent his father from interfering, and to carry out missions like an ordinary person.
But he soon realized the futility of such an action. If his father didn’t arrange things, wouldn’t his father’s subordinates do so?
Soon, due to his “remarkable achievements” during his tenure, Li Ziwei’s name gained some notoriety within upper-class circles. However, he began to feel that his life was like that of a puppet, useless.
He then took his father’s journal and began to learn from it, step by step: cultivating the grassroots, serving the people, and even cultivating to the Battle King Level. Gradually, he was only a step away from his father’s glory…
He became a member of the Elder Hall.
“Mr. Li, please take this milk tea. We know that only a Big Shot like you can change this disaster.”
A crisp voice interrupted his thoughts. He stopped and looked up to see a rather young milk tea vendor. Her face was slightly flushed, as if steamed by hot water.
” I’m not a Big Shot, just a good-for-nothing.”
Smiling as he accepted the slightly warm milk tea, Li Ziwei rubbed the patterns on the cup and took a deep sip. It was still too sweet, just like before.
He had unknowingly arrived near Lin Mei’s favorite milk tea shop during these past two months. It was a mobile stall, but the milk flavor was pure, and many people frequented it.
The two Priests continued to watch Li Ziwei’s movements impassively. If he made any unusual move, they would eliminate him with swift action.
“Qun%/ (Six) Ming II ② Shan Si Ba Si Ke Shi Nin…”
“Two iced milk teas!”
The milk tea vendor wanted to say more, but the slender figure had already moved away. She tried to follow, but was completely blocked by the jostling crowd of passersby…
She could only slowly take out a Beginner Magic Crystal from her pocket, along with a note written in Bear Language: [She really loves this taste, open a shop.]
A sentence filled with romance made her hesitant to step forward, and she could only wait for him to disappear.
Soon, groups of protesting workers encountered the young master again. One of them ran forward and couldn’t help but ask:
“I’ve seen you before, you are a strong person who can fly in the sky. The government officials are preventing us from leaving. What exactly happened?”
“Patiently wait…”
Li Ziwei’s gaze fell upon them. Holding the cup of hot milk tea, he said with a smile, “Tomorrow will be better.”
Receiving an unsatisfactory answer, the workers could only sigh and blend back into the crowd, as if this answer was no different from what the government had given.
“Why are you talking to these idiotic pigs? After today, they will all become sacrifices.”
Behind him, one of the Black-clad Bishops finally revealed a look of contempt and sneered. He looked at Li Ziwei’s attire with unspeakable disdain in his eyes.
This coward only dared to work for their Ancient God Sect, his personal freedom was restricted, and he still looked so sickly.
“Just comforting them.”
Glancing at him, Li Ziwei chuckled and continued walking, as if wanting to traverse every corner of the city. The refinement of these past few months seemed to have truly taught him how to be a Law Enforcement Hall Elder.
“Time…”
He looked up at the sky, gazing at the increasingly intense black hole, Li Ziwei’s pace quickened, as if trying to seize the time to do something.
His steps cut through the bustling streets, winding around several more turns, striding over a somewhat fetid sewer, and after walking nearly a hundred meters, he finally stopped in front of a rather dilapidated large wooden house.
[The Tenth Orphanage] (德西孤儿院)
“Wait for me for a moment.”
He looked up at the sign above, confirmed there were no issues, then pushed open the fence and strode inside. After circling around.
He returned to the mailbox outside the main gate, his gaze fell on the letters, and for the first time, a rare smile appeared on his face, like a child who had received a delightful toy. He opened one of the letters and scanned the blessings written on it.
“It seems the environment within Dragon Country is quite good. They’ve all gone to learn Chinese.”
Li Ziwei was like a Chinese teacher looking at his students’ homework, serious yet muttering softly.
Letter after letter, time slowly slipped away. Soon, he finished reading the letters and took out a photograph from his pocket. It was a picture of a woman with her arm around his…
He had lied to her, saying they needed to pretend to be a couple to appease the inspectors.
“Endearingly foolish.”
Sighing again, Li Ziwei looked up at the sky, which was like blood. He inexplicably thought of the Dragon Country ancestors who had defended against foreign enemies, and that pride couldn’t help but surge within him.
The battlefield was meant to be bloody, so why couldn’t it be his own blood?
His life had been filled with unimaginable wealth that ordinary people could only dream of. Until now, by chance, he had agreed to the request of the Night Watcher Elder. If asked if he regretted it.
His answer would be:
To win fame before and after death, no regrets.
“Beep beep—”
Just as he was gazing at the sky, the communicator on the waist of the Black-clad Bishop behind him suddenly rang!
“Where are you?! The city’s formation seems to be malfunctioning. we’ve discovered another alchemical trajectory that is siphoning energy from our formation.”
The voice on the communicator sounded very angry, with a hint of a roar in the echo, reverberating in some open space.
“We…”
Before the Black-clad Bishop could speak, a young voice came from the other end of the phone, asking with a serious and earnest tone, “Have you been keeping a close eye on Li Ziwei?”
Hearing his name mentioned, Li Ziwei’s thin face revealed a smile. He snapped his fingers, and a small flame appeared, quickly scorching all the letters in the mailbox.
“Crack crack…”
Accompanied by the sound of burning letters, the Black-clad Bishop of the Ancient God Sect deeply gazed at the former, then cautiously answered the phone, asking softly, “Who are you? Li Ziwei has been with us all along, and it’s unlikely he’s responsible for the line issues.”
“I am Si Chen!”
The voice on the other end first took a slight breath, then said in a low voice, “He is the only one with the ability to easily obtain the names of these abducted individuals. Furthermore, based on places he frequently visits, we have discovered traces of the formation!”
“You mean… he’s a mole hidden within our sect?”
The Black-clad Bishop receiving the call was completely stunned. His gaze fell forward, and he met a calm smile. Although the other party said nothing, it was as if everything had been explained.
At this moment, the formation in the sky suddenly fluctuated, as if severely damaged, followed by the ground shaking violently. A thunderous roar echoed from a distance, like giants beating drums.
These were the sounds of Dream Flower exploding.
“Quick, kill him! Stop the formation from activating. If the formation is activated, we could lose control of two to three cities.”
The voice on the other end became increasingly anxious, even shouting impolitely. The fact that it could push the composed Bishop Si Chen to this extent must be a major problem.
“Yes!”
The Black-clad Bishop quickly responded and signaled his subordinates to surround the former. “Whoosh—” Streaks of black shadows completely encircled him in a small circle, their faces filled with ill intentions.
Li Ziwei scanned the members of the Ancient God Sect and then looked at the two Black-clad Bishops. He picked up a pen from his chest pocket, and with a “ding!” resonance, he looked towards the abandoned railway tracks not far away.
The members of the Ancient God Sect, seeing his demeanor, dared not step forward, fearing a trap. After all, a normal person would be afraid at this moment.
Suddenly, with a “咻!” sound, a strong golden light erupted from the abandoned railway track. The formation was as radiant as sunlight, then transformed into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky, as if to shatter the bloody mist.
Seeing this, Li Ziwei finally brought the pen to his lips and said with a smile:
“This is Cuckoo, mission… complete.”
