Chapter 698: 471 Who Are You?

Chapter 698: Chapter 471 Who Are You?

People stared blankly at the sky.

What concept is fifty meters high? The floors in the city’s office buildings are 3.2 meters each, and the human body is jumping down from the fifteenth floor.

No matter what, this scene was too impactful.

Will he smash into a meat patty when he falls?

…

“Damn it, I forgot my beret.”

The moment the beret-wearing man jumped, the piercing wind whooshed past his ears, and only then did he realize it would be quite embarrassing if his beret got blown away.

So, he had no choice but to free up his right hand, which was maintaining his balance, to hold down the beret on his head.

To those like Tank watching from behind, the man in the beret maintained a mysterious pose with one hand on top of his head as he descended from the sky.

“Did the boss just come up with a new airdrop pose?”

Tank lightly tapped his feet together, and a stream of blue flame jetted out instantaneously from the bottom of his metal war boots.

Apart from the beret-clad man, the others had blue sparks flash under their feet when they were still more than twenty meters from the ground.

They weren’t that insane to want a direct body descent.

“Kid…”

The man in the beret locked his gaze on Mu Fan below, who had a look of surprise in his eyes, and a smile crept over his lips.

Then, the sound of mechanical locks engaging rang out, and silver metal began to spread from his feet to his waist.

After the man’s legs were completely covered in metal war armor, then…

…he crashed to the ground with a thunderous drop.

A huge tremor thudded up from the soles of his feet.

The nearby attendants all felt their eyelids twitch.

The Iron Wood round table, along with its base, was actually crushed completely through.

Miraculously, because of the table’s obstruction, there was no depression in the ground.

The man in the beret looked down at his feet with some surprise, then raised his head to look at the shocked crowd in front of him.

“This table… pretty sturdy, huh.”

Mu Fan blinked. Was this the mysterious examiner?

One after another, four silhouettes lightly descended behind him, and the blue light died out.

The man in the beret took his palm off the top of his head, then took out a clipped cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

With a flick, a windproof lighter spawned a blue flame, which immediately lit the cigar.

Satisfyingly exhaling a ring of smoke, the man in the beret finally turned to look at the tall and upright figure of Mu Fan, cracked a smile, and a raspy voice rang out:

“Kid, this is the first time I’m serving as a gun for someone, and just for that, I’ve got quite a fondness for you. Now, the gun you wanted has arrived, but the price is pretty steep.”

Mu Fan now saw the appearance of these five people clearly.

The man speaking, the one with the beret, should be the leader of the five, approximately 1.85 meters tall, with a scar slanting from his forehead to just below his left eye, making one wonder if that eyeball was an artificial product.

At the moment, wearing a beret and puffing on a cigar, his expression pained, he resembled Ruan Xiongfei quite a bit, but exuded a mature charm more pronounced than Bald Ruan, a carefree and unrestrained gaze casually sweeping around.

Next, the most conspicuous behind him was that mature and beautiful female officer. People’s gazes instinctively always wandered towards the surging waves at her chest, which noticeably trembled when she had just landed.

And when Mu Fan’s gaze met hers, he caught a slightly teasing look in the eyes of the beautiful woman; in a daze, he seemed to see the figure of Tracy from years later, carrying a sniper rifle.

Standing behind the woman was an extremely tall and burly man with a square face, his muscles perfectly protruded from neck to arms like sculptures, that awe-inspiring physique constantly radiated a dangerous aura as his gaze stone-like surveyed the surroundings.

The person with the least presence might be the one behind the muscular man, estimated to be around 1.75 meters tall, with a slim figure. His left hand currently open, a projected light screen hovered above his palm, and he continually twirled the virtual images with the fingers of his right hand.

As Mu Fan looked over, that person just happened to lower his head and say, “Boss, all clear, within a combat radius of 50 meters. 43 people are equipped with police OZ-7 type magnetic impact guns, currently deactivated. 40 people are armed with military K5 type magnetic energy rifles, activated, alert level 3.”

A string of rapid terms entered Mu Fan’s ears, as well as those of the others.

“Get down on the ground, hands up!”

After hearing the slender man speak, a captain of the Dark Lion Army suddenly barked an order, and forty people simultaneously raised their rifles, aiming at the five individuals.

“Who are you?” Youshi Jun frowned as he looked at the five individuals and asked aloud.

The man in the beret took a forceful drag of his cigar, glanced at Youshi Jun’s handsome face, and then at the Dark Lion Army members aiming their guns at him, before suddenly pointing upwards.

“What is that!”

Huh? There’s nothing there.

While ordinary people would instinctively look up, the Dark Lion Army members didn’t move an inch.

“Falcon, can you please stop playing?” the mature and ravishing female officer complained, her voice exuding the unique magnetic charm of a mature woman.

“Alright.”

The beret-wearer sighed wearily, his hands suddenly moving lightning-fast.

Even with Mu Fan’s exceptional vision, he couldn’t capture that rapid, thunderous motion; he only discerned the black silhouette when the hands came to a halt.

Firearms?

In the next moment, Mu Fan’s eyes widened.

Da-da-da!

The sounds fused into a continuous line.

That beret-wearing man had actually swung both arms open and started spraying bullets into the crowd!

Ding ding ding ding.

A multitude of dense metallic collision sounds echoed.

Mu Fan didn’t hear a single scream of a body being hit; all he heard was the clattering noise of firearms dropping to the ground.

“The technique isn’t rusty, perfect. Speaking of which, Lady T-Rex, this Hummingbird Electromagnetic Submachine Gun is really nice.”

“And those of you thinking about picking up your guns, I might not be so careful if I have to shoot again.”

With a wide grin, the man in the beret turned to address the voluptuous female officer.

Everyone around, including Mu Fan, watched the beret-wearer with the sense that they were seeing a play of light and shadow.

One second…

No, within half a second, to have knocked all the firearms from the hands of forty people, without a single injury?

Hiss~

Mu Fan gasped, chilled. This scene was just like the one where White Hair had fired selectively at the 131 number planet, even more so impressive.

Because that weapon was an electromagnetic gun, firing far more rapidly than a pulse rifle could.

To hit all the weapons held by professional soldiers in half a second and knock them down was utterly unbelievable!

“I’m not interested in your bragging; don’t scare the kid,” the mature and beautiful female officer said, looking at Mu Fan with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

The beret-wearer smacked his lips and after giving Mu Fan a reassuring smile, finally turned his gaze to Youshi Jun, whose eyes were filled with cold indifference and impatience.

“You can ask us who we are, but I won’t tell you, because you’re not qualified enough.”

The tone of the man in the beret was not mocking; it sounded like he was stating a plain fact.

Yet, this was somehow more infuriating than mockery.

“I am a direct descendant of the Youshi Family, and I see some of you are wearing active Federation military uniforms. You should know what the name ‘Youshi’ means in the military,” Youshi Jun stated firmly, locking his gaze on the man in the beret. The Youshi Family’s influence extends far beyond Blue Capital Star.

They are a true noble clan with access to the core of Capital Star’s Star Ring!

The higher one’s rank, the clearer the Youshi Family’s status within the military became.

However, the beret-wearer looked seriously at Youshi Jun:

“But your rank still isn’t sufficient… and neither is your father Youshi Tian’s rank. Only the Clan Leader of your family, Youshi Gefa, has the right to ask. So, you better not ask.”

After speaking, the beret-wearer took another satisfying puff of his cigar.

Years later, those noble young ladies present would still remember the scene: the middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth, dismissing Youshi Jun with an air of indifference.