Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 551 - 535: The Schemes of the Mortal World Run Too Deep—I’m Not Playing in My Next Life!

The woman in front of them was very beautiful, her smile was seductive, and her voice was alluring.

But the two Prison Chiefs only felt a chill down their spines.

Every word the woman said was familiar to them, but when combined, it felt like the ravings of a lunatic, completely incomprehensible.

It felt even more disturbing than facing Gong Qi before.

"Bleh—"

Two pieces of blackened severed tongues fell from their mouths, landing on the leather sofa with a dull "thud."

Red Dragonfly picked up the two pieces of tongue and stared at them for a while.

The cut on the tongues was very smooth, and there was a layer of white ointment on them, emitting a faint medicinal smell, presumably a hemostatic and pain-relieving ointment.

"The person who packed you two up was quite thoughtful."

Red Dragonfly tossed away the tongues, licked her own lips, her smile becoming more dangerous and enticing.

The two Prison Chiefs made a muffled sound: "..."

Just as Red Dragonfly discarded the tongues, the bedroom door across the room creaked open from inside.

The bald-headed man who climbed in through the downstairs window walked slowly into the room, quickly scanning the living room with his eyes.

Then, he looked at Red Dragonfly with a face full of suspicion and asked:

"You took care of them so fast?"

Red Dragonfly grinned, "It wasn’t me, someone helped us pack them up in advance."

The bald-headed man’s pupils slightly contracted in surprise and he hesitated:

"I checked, there was no one else in the other rooms."

Red Dragonfly nodded slightly, with a faint smile, and sighed:

"Doing good deeds without leaving a name, this is the first time our squad encountered such a kind person after so many missions."

The bald-headed team leader’s face was slightly somber as if he was contemplating something.

After a while, he quickly walked over to the two of them, turned up their palms, and observed, saying:

"Not only were the joints dismantled, but the tendons were also severed. This is a thorough packing, just missing sending them off for good."

There was something eerie about this whole affair.

Had it been an ordinary person, they would’ve suspected a trick by now and probably withdrawn to give up on this mission.

But [Destiny] never aborts halfway.

Red Dragonfly walked behind the sofa and asked, "Captain, shall we continue?"

The bald-headed man bared his blackened teeth, his grin ferocious, "Of course."

He tugged a large handful of hair from one of them as he spoke.

In the next moment, both Prison Chiefs’ heads tilted, one having its neck brutally snapped, while the other’s forehead was crushed, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

Until their last moments, the two heads leaned back against each other.

Their expressions showed not only terror and confusion but surprisingly also a faint hint of relief, as if finally freed from the excruciating mental torture of that night.

Even in death, they couldn’t understand who wanted them dead, was it really Station Chief Lou?

The world of schemes is too deep; I’m not playing in the next life!

Red Dragonfly took out a mobile phone from her pocket and gently swiped the screen, taking a fresh "death photo" of the two leaning against each other.

Then, she immediately uploaded and sent it to [Clown].

[Clown] quickly reviewed and signed off on the task, generously gave a positive review, adding 3 points to Team 103’s merits in the system.

Ordinary tasks are 1 point, expedited tasks triple.

[Clown] never inquires about the execution process, only the results.

Red Dragonfly wasn’t one to explain further, so at the same time, Lou Duan, who hadn’t slept and was still by his computer, received a notification:

[Dear Bronze Member, your mission has been completed.]

Soon, another attachment popped up; it was the death photo.jpg.

Lou Duan naturally didn’t know the bizarre twists behind this, he only saw that the task was smoothly completed, once again amazed by the website’s incredible efficiency.

He closed his laptop, happily went to bed.

The bald-headed team leader lightly chewed on the strands of hair in his hand.

Just because they couldn’t speak or write, didn’t mean they couldn’t extract useful information; they underestimated [Destiny].

The bald-headed team leader closed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly turned around, walked to face the sofa, gently squatted down, and opened a crack in the cabinet door.

"Click!"

A vertically positioned phone fell to the ground.

The green indicator light on the screen flickered like a ghost fire, showing the video call still ongoing, recording, and transmission programs running simultaneously.

In the car, Gong Qi was startled by the sudden face that filled the screen and those ghastly black teeth.

"How did he suddenly discover it? All he did was nibble his fingers!"

Gong Qi’s eyes were wide open, gleaming with excitement yet confusion, as if a cat was scratching his heart, making it unbearably itchy.

At this moment, the screen transmitted the bald-headed man’s deep and hoarse voice:

"Did you pack those two? Are you Gong Qi, trying to pin the blame on us?"

The bald-headed man couldn’t extract much useful information from the tofu-brain matter because even in death, the two were in a fog, unable to see through clearly.

The bald-headed man attempted to put himself in the two men’s shoes, carefully chewing over their dying memories, ultimately learning the most useful information was merely the name of the person on the other side—Gong Qi.

And it seemed they were acting on orders from a high-ranking official in the prison system named Lou Duan.

Gong Qi’s eyes twirled cunningly as he replied:

"How is it pinning the blame? Just tell me, did you kill them or not?"

The bald-headed man paused, glanced at Red Dragonfly with his peripheral vision, and gestured the shape of a vehicle with his fingers.

Red Dragonfly understood immediately.

She flashed forward, quickly walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and jumped straight down from a height.

Upon landing, she thrust herself off the ground, shooting out like an arrow, and in just a few seconds, she dashed out of the residential compound.

Her gaze swept to the roadside, and she frowned slightly, "Four cars are missing!"

Red Dragonfly wasn’t angered; she merely stuck out her tongue, licked her red lips, her smile becoming more alluring, and murmured:

"Ran away pretty fast."

Then, Red Dragonfly re-entered the building, shook her head at the bald-headed team leader.

The bald-headed man’s face didn’t show disappointment; instead, he spoke laconically to Gong Qi through the ongoing call:

"I don’t like owing favors. We’ll remember your kindness in helping us pack."

Gong Qi replied with a sly grin:

"No need for manners, you just tell me, is that set of black teeth from eating too much hair and stained?"

The bald-headed man understood the implication, sensing Gong Qi was fishing for information.

He chuckled coldly, without hesitation, ended the call, and tossed the phone to Red Dragonfly.

Red Dragonfly caught it, turned it off, and pocketed it with a playful smile:

"Captain, do we go after this Gong Qi next?"

The bald-headed man glanced indifferently at the corpses on the sofa and said in a soft tone:

"No rush, hehe—, Gong Qi, Lou Duan, I’ve committed those two names to memory!"