Xero was again, aware that somebody was investigating him. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Master Akira alone to with his limited set of skills. But, if Xero wanted to catch this person, he had to silently make them lower their guard.
Xero already prepared himself after the last time Master Akira was waiting for him in his supercar. He had an impression that the hunch hiding behind Master Akira would show up eventually.
Xero seldom turned to Tianrui for help, but this time, he sent a text message summarising the entire situation.
A few minutes later, Tianrui sent him a string of numerical coordinates. These were what he had traced from that VIP Reader ID "Amazing High School Deputy Director" on the Xianxia Reading Network.
The mysterious coder monkey was a elite class computer expert who habitually changed his coordinates when taking on missions similar to what Master Akira had given him, his opponent, this time, was the most powerful brain in Yunzhou.
Following Tianrui's coordinates, Xero then used the Grand Teleportation Spell and had been instantly transported to a mysterious laboratory near the Yunzhou nation border.
And so, this was the scene now...
...
Xero had actually appeared in the spacious laboratory, his hands of that of a finger gun. On the tip of his index finger, was a large spirit bomb that was going to launch and destroy him at any moment...
The man in black was terrified to his ankles. As per of Xero's first instructions when he had appeared, the man lectured Master Akira, scared. He didn't even dare turn his head. Under these circumstances, why would Master Akira persist...
F**king shit!
The man had always thought that he was investigating an ordinary high school student — who would've knew that this student would have such a strong sense of energy around him, as well as a qi orb that was even more powerful than a damn nuke! If that thing launched now... it wouldn't only be the lab that would be destroyed, but there would be a mark on the f**king Earth that would be visible from space!
The man held his hands up. "Infinite Monarch... I've said what you've wanted me to say..."
This time, Father Zhang had given Xero a do-or-die situation: clean up his own mess, or face the consequences of no custard bun snacks for a year...
Nodding silently, Xero withdrew the qi bomb.
The talking-to from Father Zhang irritated him a bit.
Sensing the sudden decrease of wind pressure and glowing light, the man sighed in relief. At least the research he had been working on would be long preserved... but without Xero's order, the man did not turn his head.
Xero gave the man a second instruction to erase all investigation history of him.
The man straightaway got to work. Several minutes later, the computer showed a wide satellite space screen with a successful peng sound. "Successfully Deleted"
The man wiped his forehead of sweat and said, "Infinite Monarch, relax... I've deleted all history of the investigation records, and there are no backups."
Xero was silent for a moment, but still, he didn't trust the man fully. He stepped forward and he trailed a glowing star around him, and shortly after, it exploded into small bits with peng, peng, peng sounds...
He felt a lot more relieved; at least now, he could be sure to have deleted all the data chips from the lab.
The man was so scared that he dropped to his knees and covered his face.
Xero took a look around and saw that Uncle Crisis had invented a number of things. The one that caught his eye was a weird looking ray gun, it had a swirl around it, with two muzzles with an eye catching design.
Xero pointed at the ray gun on the large shelf and asked telepathically. "What's this?"
Uncle Crisis stammered and then said. "That's... The inconspicuous toxic ray gun jet of the Angstrom Head..."
Xero: "..."
F**king what? What kind of name is that!
The more Xero observed, the more suspicious the ray gun looked.
Xero generated a small qi energy orb and held it between his middle and thumb...
With a flick, there was a burst of light, and a dazzling "boom" sound...
This huge ray gun exploded into bits of ash.
Billows of smoke directly activated the fire emergency system, and there was an alarm, the sprinklers spurred on, creating a thick mist of spray.
When Uncle Crisis had looked up, he found that Xero had already disappeared.
...
In the destroyed lab, Uncle Crisis put on a thick jacket and sat on his roll chair to light up a cigarette.
All destroyed...
Uncle Crisis cradled his head in pain. The inventions he had created, the results of decades of research, The inconspicuous toxic ray gun jet of the Angstrom Head... all instantly destroyed with a flick!
The most crucial thing, was that against Xero, he couldn't defeat him, let alone hold a candle to him.
While his realm wasn't the best in the world, Uncle Crisis felt that he at least had enough power to shake it. However, Xero's strength had been suffocating... that space shattering oppression had grabbed him by the throat, and he felt that he could combust at any moment.
It had been a long time since he had felt such a tremendous gap in cultivation realms before.
"This person... is so ridiculously powerful!" Uncle Crisis puffed on his cigarette, he calmed down a little. Who the hell was he investigating all this time?
After smoking one cigarette, he wanted to call someone on his wristwatch to report the situation onto, but realised that it had been destroyed due to the spirit vibrations. None of the electronics in the lab could be used!
That person wasn't just a portable nuke, he was also a f**king portable HEMP!
Now that he couldn't make any calls and all equipment was broken, Uncle Crisis could only write the report by hand, and then show it personally.
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May 17th, sunny.
I am here to write this report regarding the damages in my lab. According to estimates, three space satellite computers, an inconspicuous toxic ray gun jet of the Angstrom Head, and communication systems have all been destroyed. All data has been removed, and initial cache puts these losses near to zero. At the same time, research subjects all around the world who have on them the high crisis technology developed by the laboratory may spiral out of control. I hope this will be thoroughly funded by the help of the adminstration. As for the person who destroyed the lab...
Uncle Crisis stopped writing at that point to think... "..."
Wait shit! —
This youngster with otherworldly strength... what was his name again?