Chapter 880 - 717: Unbreakable Defense
A black bag was put over Chun’s head, and it seemed he had just been teleported.
At that moment, the phone rang again—it was President Zhou, no doubt.
Zhou Qing, excited: "Brother Chun, you’ve broken through to be the first!"
I didn’t mean to!
Chun laughed: "Leader, it’s already midnight! You’re still up?"
Zhou Qing chuckled: "I was planning to go to sleep early, but it’s like a bomb went off on the first floor—"
Zhou Qing, with some concern: "Messages across all platforms were instantly blocked. This is the revenge from the Ten Lords, Brother Chun. If needed, all China District players in Oak City will mobilize."
Chun felt touched: "President Zhou, don’t worry, it’s fine!"
Zhou Qing said: "Brother Chun, truly don’t be polite. Although under normal circumstances we can’t help, there are always some peculiar folks in the national server during special times."
Chun genuinely chuckled: "Sure, if I really can’t hold out, I’d love to see that. But for now, don’t mobilize on a large scale."
"Got it, I’ll have someone give the word..."
After ending the call, Chun’s trolley came to a stop.
Nabchuanxi’s private message came again: "I’ve been instructed to leave. Your current location is the abandoned medical waste collection station at the back of the third hospital. Clan members can only pose as garbage collectors to enter, but it’s not time yet..."
Afterward, the sound of high heels fading away, the bag over Chun’s head wasn’t removed.
In the dark, Chun felt anxious—are they going to treat me as medical waste? With all that’s happened, the Ten Lords’ Eye of Omniscience must still be overhead, surely watching me from all directions, and using Aileen’s radar to probe around would surely reveal some signal.
Time to switch to Beelzebub’s "Filthy Tracing" skill.
The next moment, everything in Chun’s view was bathed in a green fluorescent glow—a mountain of trash. The glow outlined the surroundings, clearly resembling a large warehouse.
In the midst of the green glow, three blank spots appeared, and they were moving!
Holy shit!
Chun laughed at it—it’s three Eyes of Omniscience!
Like a joke, invisible people can’t swim, because people would see ripples moving in the water.
The next moment, the filthy green light was blocked again—it was shadows! Dozens of shadows!
They were players wielding weapons! Silently closing in.
Chun’s heart sank—this is it?
Then, a rain of sticks started coming down on him!
——System Prompt: Warning! You have been struck by player Armstrong’s baton, activating the gang skill Divine Artisan level Bullshit Energy Shield protection, current shield defense value immunized the strike damage effect...
——System Prompt: Warning! You are attacked by player...shield defense value immunized the strike damage effect...
——System Prompt: Warning!...Immunized...
Immunized!
Immunized!
Holy shit, shield immunized! Chun couldn’t help but laugh!
Never mind that I was just a sick patient with no armor worn, just my various professions: Cleaner Fish, Warrior, Dance Combat, Rune Mage, Great Explorer, Mechanician, Beelzebub Baron, Initial Tier, Middle Tier, High Tier Druid, Storm Druid, Great Druid—the defense value in these professions rewards added over 400 points, old Cui’s modification of a Wood Series constitution added another 200 defense, then Black Flag Order Commerce Association’s various manor percentage bonuses turned to over 1500 points overall—that’s full-body defense breaking over 1500, even if there’s no Energy Shield, it’s not something these batons can pierce through—
Yet, these rats couldn’t even break my Bullshit Energy Shield defense! Speaking of which, the defense of the Bullshit Energy Shield is tied to one’s reputation, my reputation...
But Chun dared not be too proud too early, after all, the Eye of Omniscience is watching—how will the Ten Lords make things difficult?
Sure enough, these players, seeing that batons couldn’t break the shield, directly pulled out various swords, guns, and hammers!
——System Prompt: Warning! You are attacked by player Armstrong with malicious PK, you have rights to self-defense and counterattack as a prisoner...shield immune...
——System Prompt: Warning! You are attacked...malicious PK...shield immune...
Holy shit, they’ve gotten red names!
But I can’t damn well move...
I wanted to ram them with the wheelchair, but Firebird’s Crystal Core Tifa hasn’t returned yet...
Oh well, may as well test how resilient I am.
...
The Ten Lords Chat Group was buzzing with astonishment.
Watching their subordinates surround and fail to even penetrate the shield, Gabriel was shocked.
Sela, stunned: "That’s a gang skill, Advanced Bullshit—the shield’s defense recovery speed is linked to gang reputation and personal fame."
Sariel, feeling something amiss: "How about you, Sela, come to Oak City Hospital warehouse, let them try hitting you!"
Sela, annoyed: "I’m hiding as an NPC without much reputation! If I came, it would surely be the Broken Bottle Gang Elder rescuing the president from prison?"
Gabriel said in a deep voice: "These people are usually only responsible for security, not often leveling. I’ll immediately assemble front-line members to try!"
Just then, a horn blared from the garbage collection truck outside the warehouse.
Gabriel grumbled: "Annoying! I’ll make them get lost now!"
Michael, taking a deep breath: "No need, don’t interrupt the front-line members’ leveling tasks. We indeed underestimated him. However, as a prisoner, he’s just like that. We can offer him the highest treatment—sealing the Demon God. Gabriel should proceed with the Nightmare plan."
Gabriel sighed: "Then I’ll arrange for him to be monitored around the clock in the small room next to the warehouse."
Uriel exhaled in relief: "Boss finally calmed down."
Sariel was thrilled: "Sealing the Demon God treatment! Thinking about it is exciting, Mei, hurry up now!"
Metatron: "I’ve already tried my best through the night..."
...
When he heard the sound of the garbage truck, Chun knew Beelzebub’s reinforcements had arrived, letting Song breathe a sigh of relief.
Though they likely wouldn’t intervene, a normal NPC citizen seeing red names would surely report the police, and that’s enough.
Come to think of it, even high-tier Beelzebub only does maid work, so ordinary clan members must all be garbage collectors, right? This specialized location for luring and ambushing nightmares must’ve been custom-ordered for me by Nabchuanxi?
And this location is also part of Nabchuanxi’s secret plan—if nearby Chinese players pass by, the Ten Lords panicked and suspicious would not be good either.
Chun still sent Zhou Qing a message: "President Zhou, all clear, let the brothers do their own thing now."
Zhou Qing immediately replied: "Really all clear now? No retaliation?"
Chun felt obliged to boost morale: "Sent a group of punks waving sticks at me, but couldn’t break any defense at all."
Zhou Qing rejoiced: "As expected of the top 10 Brother Chun, henceforth you are one of the Ten Lords! I’ll order a midnight snack for Brother Chun to celebrate..."