I Am Your Natural Enemy

Then you wouldn’t have encountered today’s situation either.

In both actions and dealings, don’t be so extreme; leave a little room for others.

Trust others a little.

The old man bowed and turned to leave the plane.

The boss’s face turned sullen; despite all the previous incidents, he hadn’t been caught off guard because he had anticipated such situations.

But now, he was truly caught off guard.

After disembarking from the plane, he drove to his destination.

Upon arrival, he entered the camp and asked, only to find out that something had been delivered half an hour ago.

At that time, his plane hadn’t even landed.

He entered the mountain belly and saw rows of boxes; upon opening them, he found neatly stacked gold bricks inside.

On top of the gold bricks, there was a letter.

Upon opening it, it was written by the old man.

"Boss, you should trust me; I would definitely never betray you.

The things you wanted, the tasks to be done, I have completed them to the best of my ability.

If you can see this, it proves you have no trust at all, unwilling to leave even a bit.

If you trust me, or even trust the contract.

You should know, I certainly won’t use these things for coercion.

Though the heavens may be high and the earth vast, until we meet again.

May you overcome this calamity and achieve your desires, boss.

Your most faithful subordinate."

Upon seeing this, the boss finally broke down, crushing the letter as his face began to pale.

He would rather the old man had actually used these gold bricks to coerce him.

But now, his mentality, his character, and his plans were completely known, completely predicted, which was the hardest part for him to accept.

Suppressing his fury, he slowly adjusted his mood.

The tasks at hand now were the most important.

He let no one interfere, personally operating the machinery in the underground camp, moving boxes of neatly stacked gold bricks to the very bottom.

At the very bottom was a site the size of a basketball court.

The grounds and walls were covered with various runes, various patterns; the trenches were cast with mithril conditioned by the secret technique.

At the center stood a bizarre altar with a diameter of three meters; as he stepped onto it, the surrounding images began to flicker.

Around the altar was no longer underground space but a scorched earth, as if it had once been flooded by lava, then solidified again.

In all directions, the mithril-enriched patterns covered the round vicinity.

In each direction stood five towering black pillars, seemingly bones stacked and solidified with concrete, each behind a tear in the void constantly shifting.

Yet at this moment, one pillar had already collapsed, and behind it was missing the torn, shifting void scene.

The boss embedded each gold brick into the prepared grooves on the altar.

He gazed at the gold bricks with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Initially, with five powers, the gold bricks he possessed were insufficient.

The power required contained the highest purity; it was a demanding requirement.

He simply didn’t have enough, as per his operations, even in ten years he wouldn’t have that many high-quality power-infused gold bricks.

Only Old Meng had them; from the start Old Meng pursued the premium route, the higher the quality, the more power Old Meng obtained, creating a beneficial cycle.

But the pawnbroker’s path differed, predestined not to be like Old Meng.

He only had quantity, relying on volume to compensate.

Now missing one side, although the final effect would be reduced, the ritual’s requirements would also lower; the quantity of gold bricks he had barely sufficed.

He continued embedding gold bricks into the altar’s grooves one by one.

But suddenly, he looked up at one of the pillars, where countless bones began to tremble slightly, as if the bones inside were about to escape their confines.

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From the southern Nanyang, disappeared the long river of mist, accompanied by a flash of firelight, emerged abruptly onto a road.

The river roared past, faster than before, Wen Yan’s speed following couldn’t quite match it; he was carried by Yin Qi and resentment, as if riding waves.

After emerging, the river required no guidance from Wen Yan; they already knew where to go.

This time, it headed directly into a city, where the park was inside, not outside the city.

The river roared by, most of the sleeping city’s residents stayed in slumber, but soon were awakened.

Wen Yan was delivered to a landmark building, in front of a hotel in the city center.

He stepped inside, following guidance from the lost souls, taking the elevator underground.

As the elevator doors opened, a barrage of bullets poured towards him.

The gray cloth shook, quickly spread out, layering into a shield, blocking the bullets for Wen Yan.

With extreme resilience multiplying, the defense level soared.

Numerous bullets were blocked; amidst the interwoven gaps, Wen Yan flicked his fingers, a bracelet on his wrist turned into a stream of water flying out, soon settling the outside into complete silence.

Wen Yan walked through the dim corridor, observing the prison-like rooms, noticing the people inside had lost the strength to be angry.

He shook the gray cloth, and its surface subtly sunken, forming four letters.