This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 170 - Deadly Encounter

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Deadly Encounter

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Deadly Encounter

Bader left the Administration Bureau hospital around 9 p.m. The battle last night had left him with injuries and had destroyed one of his Holy Relics, necessitating some written reports.

As spring approached, the temperature was gently rising. The Administration Bureau had granted Bader and Diana a lengthy vacation and decided to award them medals. They would enjoy the treatment of heroes for a while.

But Bader didn’t care about these perks. He was frustrated and unusually bewildered.

The three strange ladies from Yasla had summoned him through a black shimmering necklace, and he had to meet them today at a small bar in Shenmao.

This remarkable necklace from Yasla, used for communication, operated on an unclear principle, seemingly with an unlimited source of power, and an astonishingly long communication distance.

However, all relics operated on unknown principles, and this was currently one of the major research topics at the institute.

Although Bader didn’t believe they’d figure it out.

He dangled the small black pendant before his eyes. The message “Meet us at 11 a.m.” was implanted in Bader’s mind as if it had been arranged days prior.

He carried a notebook with records of each meeting with them, so even under the pendant’s memetic influence, Bader guessed this was a new summons.

He got into his SUV, tucked the notebook into a locker, and then spotted Diana walking nearby while talking on her phone.

Diana’s left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage and a splint hung across her chest.

Bader knew well the strength of the combined creature from the other night. An ordinary person might not have kept their whole arm, while Diana had merely dislocated hers—a testament to her incredible physical condition.

“Hey, Diana,” Bader slowly drove his car beside her and rolled down his window to greet her.

“Okay, I’ll hang up. We’ll meet at 11,” Diana looked at Bader and then ended the call.

“Got a date? Want a ride?” Bader smirked.

Diana couldn’t drive in her current condition, so her muscle car was still parked at the biscuit factory entrance. Someone from the Administration Bureau was supposed to drive it back to her apartment’s underground parking this morning.

“Yeah, I need to be on Raffi Road by 11. Are you heading there too?” Diana smiled.

“Raffi Road… 11 a.m.” Bader tilted his head, calculating the time. Driving Diana there would delay him; after all, traveling from Raffi Road to Shenmao meant crossing the entire Gun Tie District.

“I’ll just take the subway; you seem pretty busy,” Diana commented.

“Yes, one trouble after another… but at least I managed to recover the pistol,” Bader nodded.

“Hey, do you think the thief who stole the money also died there?” Diana asked with a grin.

Bader shook his head. The pistol surely wasn’t stolen by Yasla, and the scene was littered with bodies of assassins, each carrying weapons. The location where the pistol was found clearly suggested it had been intentionally dropped.

“Maybe, but let’s wrap up this matter. Stop worrying about the gun, Diana. How’s your arm?” Bader said.

“It’s bearable. I won’t be visiting the fencing gym for a while, so I guess I need to find a new hobby to pass the time, like reading superhero comics… What about you? Your color looks good…”

“Not too bad, just superficial wounds, but they’ll probably leave some ugly scars,” Bader laughed, then picked up a book from the passenger seat and waved it.

“Look, I’ve been reading this,” Bader said.

“A complete collection of Norse myths? You’ve started reading this?” Diana appeared incredulous.

“I’m guessing you’ve been reading a lot of Wonder Woman comics recently, right?” Bader chuckled.

Diana shrugged, then remembered her shoulder was still dislocated, touching the injury, and winced in pain.

“Take it easy, Big Sis. I’m heading off. Take good care of yourself,” Bader said with a laugh, rolled up the window, pressed the accelerator, and from the rearview mirror, he could see Diana waving at him.

Along the way, there was no conversation. In order to conceal his trail, Bader first drove to Gun Tie District and parked next to a closed noodle shop, then prepared to take a taxi to Shen Mao.

On the street corner, there was a young Asian man dressed in a black suit. As Bader got out of the car, he just saw him hailing a taxi.

Bader smiled, rushed ahead to get into the taxi first, leaving the young man dumbfounded.

“Pal, nice suit, thanks for hailing the cab,” Bader said with a smile, closing the car door.

He urged the driver to move and rolled up the window, looked through the rearview mirror only to see the young man giving him the middle finger.

“Black people’s manners are terrible,” the young man muttered furiously.

20 minutes later, Bader got out of the cab and returned to that small bar.

After the passcode was exchanged, through the narrow staircase, Bader reached the second floor where a room appeared on the wall that shouldn’t have existed.

It was still that very room filled with the ancient charm of the Fei Huang Republic. Three women in cheongsam sat on stools, their postures and appearances identical, only the colors of their cheongsams differed.

Bader mustered his courage and walked in, then turned around to find the door had vanished.

“We lost quite a few people because of the factory incident, this operation was beyond our expectations,” the woman in the black cheongsam said in an ethereal voice.

“We don’t know who is preventing us, but it seems to be related to that missing sacrificial item!” the woman in the red cheongsam chuckled.

“We’ve found the gun, but couldn’t find the sacrificial item in the bodies; we don’t know where he is now, no clues,” Bader shook his head.

Suddenly, Bader ducked, feeling severe pain in his knees, and to his horror, he found both of his shins had neatly been chopped off, and he could only support himself using his wounded knees and arms.

“Ah!!! Ahh!!!” Bader cried out in both shock and pain, watching as his blood quickly filled the floor of the small room.

“A worthless person,” the woman in blue cheongsam stated coldly.

Bader looked up at her, knowing she had been the one to act.

“We are now suddenly in a reactive position,” the woman in black cheongsam said flatly.

“Yeah… That woman from the foundation has also arrived in this timeline, and some consortiums are being disobedient. The few with whom we had barely managed to establish partnerships were all dealt with by that assassin,” the woman in red cheongsam smiled.

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“The foundation is not our biggest problem at the moment; the company is in the process of eliminating their members who are either connected with us or planning to leave them. We must prioritize dealing with that assassin,” the woman in blue cheongsam stated.

“What do you want me to do?” Bader asked, sweating profusely.

“Kill the sacrificial item, the assassin, and the person who has entered the Fan Hede Kingdom,” the woman in black cheongsam ordered.

“This… this isn’t something that can be resolved overnight… The clues about the sacrificial item have completely vanished, the consortium’s assassin… we still don’t know who they are, that person in Fan Hede left only a silhouette,” Bader said in agony.

“It’s not that complicated… because we already know who it is,” the woman in the red cheongsam smiled, barefoot sliding in the blood, her pale soles and toes turning red.

“At that time, I could have killed him,” the woman in blue cheongsam stated.

“At that time, we let him live to help us steal items from the bank… but unexpectedly, he led to our plans being ruined,” the woman in black cheongsam stated indifferently.

“What are you talking about… I don’t understand,” Bader was baffled.

The woman in blue cheongsam threw several playing cards into the bloody water, and images emerged on them as if they were records from a first-person perspective.

A young Asian man dressed in a black suit, turned away from the camera, stood in a spacious office, preparing to walk out through the door, suddenly, he turned around, looked at the camera in terror but saw nothing.

It was the same youth escaping from a car that had been cut in half and summoning a green Holy Relics dagger to thrust straight at the camera.

And it was him again, in the factory, grabbing the camera with one hand, thrusting a golden sword below the camera with the other, and saying, “I’m sorry, everyone has their own destiny.”