Chapter 923 - 873: Guardian Institute Director Hua Xiaotian Requests an Audience! (2)

PM at the Four-nine City.

Normally, it would have been quiet and lights out by now.

After all, those living here are influential elders.

At this time, they should all be resting.

But tonight, the city is brightly lit everywhere.

No one is asleep!

Moreover.

Armed personnel are patrolling everywhere.

All of this.

Is because of Qin Fan’s words to the old Wang about a bloodbath!

The atmosphere of a storm is invisibly spreading throughout the Four-nine City at this time!

Deep within the Forbidden City.

Wang Anshi, who hadn’t slept in over forty-eight hours, stood in thin clothes on a high platform.

At his feet, cigarette butts lay scattered all over.

His brows were tightly furrowed.

His face trembled continuously!

Not because of the cold.

He’s become numb to the cold by now.

The shadow of fear and panic completely overshadowed him.

Between his fingers was a cigarette, its ember glowing and smoke swirling.

He disliked smoking, even detested the smell, yet he kept lighting one after another now.

He felt that perhaps this might bring him calm.

But it had no effect.

"Old Wang, it’s cold. Put on a coat!"

Suddenly.

A middle-aged woman with a noble aura climbed up the high platform steps with a coat and draped it over him.

"Thank you!" Without turning around, Wang Anshi’s furrowed face showed no relaxation, he hoarsely replied.

"Is the situation really so dire?" The middle-aged woman, dressed gracefully, asked in a trembling voice.

She had been married to Old Wang for decades.

They had weathered all sorts of storms together.

She had never seen him like this before, and her heart’s unease was stirred up.

She looked down at the ground full of cigarette butts, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

If it were any other time, even a single butt would have been enough to cause her to scold him.

"Dire doesn’t even begin to describe it! The current situation will be disbanded and reorganized. That’s not even the worst part; what’s critical is that there will be deaths, maybe a lot of deaths!" Old Wang said.

"Is there nothing that can be done?" The middle-aged woman bit her lip, asking.

"None! So-called measures would only exacerbate the severity, leaving no room for any resolution! The only hope is for them to show mercy for the big picture, otherwise- otherwise-!"

At this point, Old Wang couldn’t go on.

Upon hearing him speak this way.

The middle-aged woman said nothing more.

Her hands trembled as she pulled his coat tighter around him.

Just standing there with him.

Just following his gaze, looking at the horizon turning red amidst the snowfall!

Behind Wang Anshi.

Numerous fierce warriors heavily surrounded a red house.

Inside, were the trembling Wen Zhou Li, the three old thieves.

As for the other elders, they chose to remain uninvolved to protect themselves.

Within this incident, they had no capital to stand on the same line; they didn’t dare to stand!

"Rebellion! How can a mere youngster force us to this point? What is he, what is he worth? Damn it, damn it! If only Wang Anshi hadn’t been so indecisive and hesitant, if he had sanctioned him early on, we wouldn’t be in this situation today!"

Inside the red house.

The elder surnamed Zhou paced back and forth, hysterically flinging his hands and roaring.

But upon closer inspection, one could easily see his body trembling slightly.

He too was fearful.

This hysterical shout was, in some way, his way of dispelling his inner panic.

"The ancestors said, let the tiger return to the mountain, and future troubles will abound. They also said nurturing a tiger will bring trouble! I regret not standing firm in sanctioning him strongly from the start!" said the elder surnamed Li, sitting as if on pins and needles, his face pale, his voice trembling.

Who could have imagined.

That at their level, they would still find themselves trapped like this?

Even if countless warriors were guarding outside.

They still couldn’t remain calm!

The ticking of the quartz clock on the wall felt like a death knell striking in their hearts with every second that passed.

"Stop talking, if it’s not destined to be a disaster, then it won’t be one, but if it is, you can’t avoid it!"

At this time, another elder shouted.

He gritted his teeth, trembling with facial muscles quivering, as he stood looking out the window.

In his view, Wang Anshi and his wife stood on the high platform.

....

From Jiangzhou to Beijing.

Qin Fan moved as if flashing in and out.

For him, having awakened his legacy, the mundane world of Earth was just a game.

And he was the game-breaking player who could annihilate NPCs.

At the entrance of the Four-nine City.

A shadow descended from the sky.

Qin Fan’s figure appeared.

He didn’t choose to appear instantly in the Forbidden City.

He lifted his light steps.

His pace measured, walking down the clean avenue of the Four-nine City.

At the end of the Four-nine City was the Forbidden City.

He disdained sneaking in the shadows.

He wanted to declare openly and with grandeur.

Qin Fan is here!

Death God is here!

From the high place of the Four-nine City.

Watching his thin figure step towards the empty avenue below.

Countless noble members frowned.

The families involved in the Sky Group were sweating profusely amidst the flurrying snow.

Since hearing of Qin Fan’s intent to settle scores, they had already sent away all their clan members within the state, but even so, their anxious hearts couldn’t stop trembling.

One man, pushing the entire Four-nine Forbidden City to this extent.

Unprecedented, unparalleled!

"Assemble the representatives of the families that collaborated with the Wen Zhou Li three old thieves, line up and kneel, waiting for my return!"

Amidst the swirling snow in dead silence.

Suddenly, Qin Fan’s serene voice echoed throughout the Four-nine City.

In that instant.

The heads of those families nearly collapsed with weak knees.

Even though he spoke arrogantly, Qin Fan’s pace did not halt.

He felt the panicked energy focused on him.

But he did not spare a glance.

To him, it was unnecessary to regard the ants destined to die!

As Qin Fan’s figure elongated under the streetlight towards the end of the road.

Outside the Four-nine City.

A figure moved rapidly like a lightning bolt, like a meteor flashing through the sky.

The figure was none other than Hua Xiaotian, a master of the Gang Realm.

Even though earlier he had thrown down his medal and relinquished his duties in the Forbidden conference room.

Once a Guardian, always a Guardian!

Could he truly abandon the Forbidden?

Could he really ignore Wen Zhou Li, which could affect all with just a tug?

That’s what he thought!

But he couldn’t do it.

He knew what this would mean.

He couldn’t just watch all this happen with open eyes.

So, at the last moment, his thoughts turned to the Imperial Kitchen!

To the mysterious owner who even Wang Anshi found arduous to meet!

This was his only hope at the moment!

Even with its extremely slim chances, he had to make one last attempt.

"Pa-ta-!"

The figure arrived at the front door of the Imperial Kitchen.

Hua Xiaotian knelt down heavily.

The Guardian Institute Director, renowned in the Huaxia Martial Arts World for decades, shed his dignity.

Kneeling, he channeled his energy into a shout.

"Guardian Institute Director Hua Xiaotian requests an audience!"

"Guardian Institute Director Hua Xiaotian requests an audience!"

"Guardian Institute Director Hua Xiaotian requests an audience!"

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