Comical
Chen Ling slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the dining room.
He came to the corridor and looked through the glass-like European-style windows into the manor. He only saw billowing thick smoke rising slowly from all over. Except for the ăKitchenă and ăWarehouseă, the two hardest-hit areas, many of the lawns and rooms that had been swept by gunfire were also burning with flames.
The private residence of ăZong Wenă, which was still luxurious and noble a few minutes ago, now looked like a wasteland swept by the flames of war, devastated everywhere.
"Is this the strength of ăHeart 9ă..." Chen Ling sighed in his heart.
He was indeed a senior starting with 9 in the ăDusk Societyă. With the power of one person, he forcefully shook all the defenses of the ăFlower Capital Consortiumă. Not only did he snatch ăThe Scrollă, but he also broke out of the encirclement and escaped without a trace, without even suffering much injury.
Chen Ling guessed that ăHeart 9ă's rank should be above the ăFifth-Tieră, perhaps even the ăSixth Stageă... Such a powerful and reckless lunatic was simply a nightmare for the ăHuman Domainsă. Chen Ling finally understood how the outside world's evaluation of the ăDusk Societyă came about.
"You didn't catch him?! What the hell are you all good for!!"
Inside the devastated manor, ăZong Wenă was so angry his head was about to explode. He pointed at the crowd of bodyguards and cursed at them, telling them to continue the pursuit.
Among these bodyguards, there wasn't a lack of high-tier existences. Chen Ling even sensed the aura of the ăFifth-Tieră and even the ăSixth Stageă among them. However, when faced with ăHeart 9ă, who was also at the ăSixth Stageă and incomparably crazy, they simply didn't dare to fight him to the death with all their might.
In the end, with the rank of these people, they would leave the ăFlower Capital Consortiumă in another two years to enjoy a broader life. Naturally, they wouldn't throw away their lives for that little bit of money. Since the other party wanted to run, then let him run. At worst, they would be reprimanded by ăZong Wenă a few times, it wasn't like they would lose a piece of meat over it.
"Strange... Did the people from ăFloating Life Paintingă unexpectedly not make a move?"
Chen Ling was thoughtful. He originally didn't think the ăFlower Capital Consortiumă could stop ăHeart 9ă. After all, bodyguards were just bodyguards, they simply couldn't compare to the proper ăEnforcersă of the ăAurora Domaină. He was only worried about ăFloating Life Paintingă... But looking at it now, it seemed no one went to find trouble for ăHeart 9ă.
Regardless, the scroll was in hand this time. Chen Ling paused in the corridor for a moment, then slowly walked outside.
"ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă, are you..."
Seeing that the ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă was suddenly about to leave, the three bodyguards immediately panicked a little. After all, the task ăZong Wenă gave them was to take good care of the ăSpecial Envoyă and keep him steady so he wouldn't leave. At this moment, they immediately surrounded him, wanting to persuade him.
"Scram."
Chen Ling didn't even look at them, and spoke coldly.
As soon as this word came out, the three bodyguards didn't dare to say much. After all, if they angered this ăRank 8ă ăSpecial Envoyă, they wouldn't have any good fruit to eat. They could only stand in place silently, eagerly watching the black windbreaker disappear at the end of the corridor.
Chen Ling just left the private residence like this. Following the manor road with billowing thick smoke on both sides, he walked straight towards the direction of the main gate...
The breeze blew across the surface of the golden mask. Bursts of panicked shouts and firefighting sounds rose and fell in the distance;
The bodyguards along the way, as well as the gardeners and maids frantically fighting the fire, saw the black-clad figure walking towards the gate, treading on thin air. They all froze slightly, then bowed respectfully, motionless like sculptures.
Just as Chen Ling was about to reach the main gate of the manor, ăZong Wenă's panicked voice came from behind:
"ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă! ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă, please wait! What happened this time was truly an accident. If you stay a little longer, I..."
ăZong Wenă was seen rushing over with two bodyguards, sweating profusely. ăLiu Qingyană also followed silently behind him. The originally leisurely and indifferent Chairman Zong, who played with the ăRed Dustă, now looked extremely battered.
"There is no need." Chen Ling interrupted his words, "It seems I came at a bad time today... We will gather again next time if fate permits."
As his voice fell, Chen Ling continued to walk forward. His footsteps stepped on the void, as if riding clouds and mist, and he floated out of the ăFlower Capital Consortiumă.
"No... ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă, ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă!"
"This is all the calculation of that old thief ăMu Chunshengă!! He wants to bring down our ăFlower Capital Consortiumă, so he is driving a wedge in our relationship..."
"ăSpecial Envoyă ăLordă, please wait!! Give me another chance, I still have many top-level 'collections' here..."
"ăLiu Qingyană! ăLiu Qingyană is still here! Letting her accompany you more is also good..."
ăZong Wenă was anxious. Yesterday, the Beidou Consortium got along extremely harmoniously with the ăSpecial Envoyă, and today, when he came here, it turned into this... Setting other things aside, once this matter was exposed by the media, the reputation of their ăFlower Capital Consortiumă would be ruined. Moreover, there was no doubt that the Beidou Consortium would seize this matter and make a big deal out of it!
The ăSpecial Envoyă leaving like this was equivalent to slapping the entire ăFlower Capital Consortiumă in the face, directly turning them into the side with an absolute disadvantage in the war between Flower Capital and Beidou... And ăZong Wenă had absolutely no way to stop it!
Chen Ling acted as if he hadn't heard his shouts. Watching the figure completely disappear at the edge of the horizon, ăZong Wenă's face turned ashen.
...
Meanwhile.
On top of a certain building, the short ăClownă seemed to have sensed something and looked in the direction Chen Ling had left.
"Yi ha ha ha ha!!"
"Yi ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"
"Yi ha ha ha ha..."
Beside him, the two bodyguards were still laughing wildly. In the unpredictable bright and dim sky above, the faint laughter accompanied the dancing thunder, becoming increasingly clear and comical.
They were like actors forcefully dragged into a ăPerformanceă, uncontrollably burning their own lives to display their comical and laughable side.
But at this time, the only ăThe Audienceă had already grown tired of all this. ăClownă stared straight in the direction Chen Ling left, and with a casual wave of his hand, the two bodyguards fell to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, a figure also fell straight down from the empty high altitude, plunging headfirst into the surging fountain.
As the ăWhite Ashă on the faces of the three people disappeared, the comical laughter transferred from their bodies to ăClownă's body like an invisible living creature...
An honest and comical smile suddenly emerged on ăClownă's originally deep and solemn face. Then, facing the several people who had fallen to the ground, he started laughing uproariously:
"Yi ha ha ha ha!!"
He bounced and clapped his hands at the three people, seemingly finding their ăPerformanceă just now very funny. At this moment, the three people were already on the verge of death.
ăClownă blinked his beady eyes a few times, looked again in the direction Chen Ling had left, and with a swoosh, he leaped into the air. Like a weightless little kite, he chased straight towards there!
"Yi ya yi ya!"