Translator: AnubisTL
"Hmm."
Scar Dog nodded casually, interrupting, "Alright, enough talk. Bring three plates—no, wait, bring as many plates as you have."
"Sir, purchasing this dish requires verification of funds."
"You need to verify funds just for a meal?" Scar Dog chuckled, pulling out a tablet from his coat. He tapped heavily on the long string of digits representing his balance. "Is this enough?"
"More than enough, sir! Please wait a moment."
The waiter's breath hitched at the sight of the number—a figure longer than his own lifespan. He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with respect. "I'll inform the kitchen immediately. Your order will be ready shortly."
He hurried away.
"Whew!" Scar Dog exhaled, stretching his arms in a yawn before gazing out at the night view. "This night view is truly spectacular. Look at those neon-lit skyscrapers... and those... those hanged ghosts staring at us through the window."
Scar Dog's relaxed mood instantly soured. He listlessly pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and stuck it between his lips. "What do you think, Brother Jiang? I have a feeling our lovely date might be about to be ruined again."
They were seated at a window table.
Outside the window, three men hung as if by suicide, ropes around their necks, pressed against the glass wall. Their faces were deathly pale, their cold eyes staring directly at Chen Jiang and his companions.
They looked exactly like hanged ghosts.
"Sigh," Chen Jiang sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Stop lurking outside. Why don't you come in and join us for a bite?"
The next moment—
The three men instantly transformed into shadowy figures, phasing through the glass wall without leaving a scratch. They materialized across from Chen Jiang and his group.
Originally, Chen Jiang and Scar Dog had been sitting side-by-side, with Li Hao facing them. But as soon as the three men sat down, Li Hao quietly shifted his seat to sit beside Chen Jiang.
"Night Watchers?" Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow, studying the three men who looked anything but normal. "I thought Night Watchers were supposed to be part of the Order Faction. Your whole vibe doesn't exactly scream 'Night Watcher.' You look downright sinister—not exactly the image of good guys."
Only then did he notice the ropes around their necks, each about half a meter long, hanging straight down in mid-air without being attached to anything.
Just then—
One of the three men pulled a black card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and slid it toward Chen Jiang.
Chen Jiang glanced at the black card out of the corner of his eye, snapped his fingers, and turned to the dazed waiter standing nearby. "Come, read what's written on this black card."
"Ah, yes, right away," the waiter stammered, hurrying over to pick up the card from the table and begin reading aloud.
"The holder of this card is unable to use any items or innate abilities for one minute."
"That's all," the waiter said, looking up at Chen Jiang with a puzzled expression.
"Thanks," Chen Jiang replied, glancing out the window at the swarm of drones that had gathered unnoticed. He turned back to the three hanging ghosts before him and chuckled softly. "A rather crude tactic."
A flash of white light, and Chen Jiang and his companions vanished from their seats.
Outside, the hundred-plus drones armed with heavy machine guns roared to life.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The gun-equipped drones showed no regard for the residential district below, nor for the potential casualties among civilians. They hadn't even bothered to evacuate the restaurant staff, kitchen workers, or other customers.
Chains of blue light bullets, like glowing whips, lashed across the restaurant floor in a sweeping barrage.
In the blink of an eye!
The restaurant was instantly engulfed in flames as the machine guns continued their relentless barrage. Over a hundred drones, determined to empty their magazines, relentlessly swept the rooftop.
Standing atop a nearby skyscraper, Chen Jiang watched the scene unfold and couldn't help but remark, "I should have set up more turrets. This coordinated barrage looks even more impressive than a single turret firing."
His reason for not examining the black card wasn't because he already knew its contents.
It was because he possessed the Sorrowful Calendar, an item that allowed him to anticipate the activation conditions of certain rule items.
He knew that some rule items triggered the moment their text was read.
In such situations, his vigilance never wavered. Only a fool would pick up a card delivered by a group of obvious villains. Even if it wasn't a rule item, who knew if it was laced with poison?
As expected, his instincts proved correct.
The relentless barrage lasted nearly a full minute, reducing the skyscraper's rooftop to rubble and igniting a raging fire. Fortunately, the restaurant was located on the top floor; otherwise, the assault would likely have collapsed the entire building.
As the machine gun fire ceased, follow-up units arrived.
Magnetic levitation fire trucks surged from the shadows, their hoses unleashing torrents of water onto the blazing restaurant rooftop.
Within minutes, the flames were extinguished.
Thick smoke continued to billow from the skyscraper's summit, starkly visible against the night sky.
Next, squads of soldiers in combat gear, wearing what looked like gas masks, leaped from the magnetic levitation vehicles onto the rubble-strewn rooftop and began their search.
Their target was clear: they were after Chen Jiang and his group.
"Just great," Scar Dog muttered, unable to suppress his frustration. "I haven't even tasted my 1.88 million dao bowl of dragon meat yet, and we're already being interrupted again. How does the federation keep tracking us?"
"Satellites? Or something else?"
Just then—
Chen Jiang received a video call from Wu Jinshen. He casually answered, and the elder's relieved expression filled the screen.
"Mr. Jiang Cheng, I'm so glad you're safe! You scared me half to death. I genuinely thought something had happened to you."
"What do you mean?"
"The Orange Red Star's emergency news broadcast just reported—never mind, I'll just share the footage with you."
He then saw an emergency news broadcast: a woman in professional attire stood in the night, holding a microphone against the backdrop of a burning skyscraper billowing thick smoke, reporting live.
"As viewers can see, all members of Jiang Cheng Company were summarily executed by the federal government while dining at this restaurant."
"We want all citizens to know that the federation has zero tolerance for such dark forces!"
"The Jiang Cheng Company's inhuman cruelty..."
"Alright, I understand."
Chen Jiang nodded slightly and hung up. His expression turned faintly strange as he glanced at a woman standing on the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper.
It was this woman who was reporting the incident.
The building she was on was only five or six skyscrapers away from his own.
"Yes, viewers, all members of the Jiang Cheng Company's dark forces have perished in the flames. Trust in the federation's unwavering resolve and iron-fisted methods in dealing with such threats."
On the rooftop of a skyscraper, a woman in professional attire stood with a microphone, her back to the smoking building, addressing the camera with passionate fervor. "Don't harbor any illusions. Heaven's Net is vast and leaves no loophole. No..."
Just then, the woman suddenly stopped speaking.
"Hey."
Chen Jiang, leaning on his cane with one hand, had silently appeared behind her. He draped an arm over her shoulder, leaned forward slightly, and smiled at the camera lens. "What are you reporting on, friend?"
"Not about how all the members of Jiang Cheng Company were buried in flames, are you?"
"Tsk tsk, that's hardly the attitude of a journalist. Besides timeliness, the most important thing in reporting should be the truth, shouldn't it?"
Feeling the woman trembling uncontrollably beneath his arm, Chen Jiang licked his dry lips and gently stroked her cheek with a tender smile.
"Don't be afraid. Death is just a blink away."
"As you said, Jiang Cheng Company is a dark force to you."
"But trust me, now that I'm here, your night will last forever."
At that moment—
Scar Dog, standing behind the camera, confirmed, "Brother Jiang, it's live, unedited."
"Good."
Chen Jiang nodded in satisfaction, casually stroking the woman's earlobe. "Come, let me tell you what you should be reporting."
He slowly turned, still holding the woman, and gazed at the towering building billowing thick smoke.
"You should report that Jiang Cheng Company is deeply displeased by the federation's disruption of their team's celebratory dinner. As such, they have decided to send this city a return gift."
The next moment—
Giant Super Annihilation Bombs detonated violently just outside the city!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The blinding white light illuminated the entire city, instantly turning night into day.
A powerful shockwave, carried by the night wind, spiraled through the city center, wreaking havoc.
Feeling the fierce wind against his face, Chen Jiang nodded in satisfaction. He turned to face the camera, still holding the woman. "See? This is what you should be reporting."
"I want you to remember the name Jiang Cheng Company, and stay far away from it. From now on, this name will haunt your hearts like a nightmare."
"The Chaotic Faction?"
"No, no, no. I prefer to call us the Free Faction."
"Now, why don't you all enjoy a fireworks display?"
The next moment—
Prosperous Fireworks
Countless fireworks exploded across the city sky, creating a breathtaking spectacle that was impossible to look away from. The vibrant display stood in stark contrast to the ruins below.
Chen Jiang held the trembling woman in his arms, his expression one of satisfaction as he gazed at the distant fireworks.
Destruction was far more visually striking than creation.
He harbored no racial prejudice; he equally despised all races except those of Blue Star.
For these aliens, death would be their most beautiful end.
He felt no pity for them. Blue Star would rise again from the ashes of the federation, its flag of victory waving proudly.
As he watched the magnificent display, a smile crept across his face. He leaned on one hand, chuckling softly, while his other hand casually stroked the woman's soft earlobe.
This scene was etched into the minds of countless live viewers. Screen recordings of the moment began circulating wildly online.
(End of the Chapter)
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