I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling stood up slowly and walked out of the restaurant.

He came to the corridor and looked into the manor through the glass-like European-style windows. He saw billowing smoke rising from everywhere. Except for the kitchen and warehouse, the two hardest-hit areas, many lawns and lawns that had been hit by gunfire were also There are also flames burning in the room.

Zongwen's private residence, which was luxurious and luxurious just a few minutes ago, now looks like a wasteland swept by war, and is devastated.

"Is this the strength of the 9 of hearts..." Chen Ling sighed in her heart.

After all, it was the senior from the beginning of Twilight Society 9 who single-handedly overcame the entire defense of the Huadu Consortium. Not only did he steal the scroll, he also managed to escape without even being seriously injured.

Chen Ling guessed that the rank of the 9 of Hearts should be above the fifth level, or even the sixth level... Such a powerful and reckless madman is simply a nightmare in the human world. Chen Ling knows that the outside world has a negative attitude towards the Twilight Society. How did the evaluation come about?

"Didn't catch it?! What do you do for food?!"

In the devastated manor, Zong Wen was furious. He pointed at a group of bodyguards and yelled, asking them to continue chasing.

It's not that there are no high-level ones among these bodyguards. Chen Ling even sensed the presence of fifth-level or even sixth-level auras among them. However, when they encountered a sixth-level and extremely crazy 9 of Hearts, they didn't dare to try their best. Go and fight him for your life.

After all, with the rank of these people, it is time to leave the Huadu Consortium in two years and enjoy a broader life. Naturally, they will not throw away their lives for such a small amount of money. Since the other party wants to run away, let him run away. At worst, if you get scolded by Zong Wen, you will lose a piece of meat?

"It's strange... the people from [Fu Sheng Painting] didn't take action?"

Chen Ling was thoughtful. He didn't think that the Huadu Consortium could stop the 9 of Hearts. After all, the bodyguards were just bodyguards, and they were incomparable to the serious law enforcement officers in the Aurora Realm. He was only worried about [Floating Paintings]... But looking at it now Come on, no one seems to be looking for trouble with the 9 of Hearts.

In any case, this time the scroll was obtained. Chen Ling stopped in the corridor for a moment and then walked out slowly.

"Special envoy, what are you..."

Seeing that the special envoy was about to leave suddenly, the three bodyguards suddenly panicked. After all, the task given to them by Zong Wen was to take good care of the special envoy, stabilize him and prevent him from leaving. At this moment, they immediately gathered around to try to persuade him.

"roll."

Chen Ling didn't even look at them and spoke coldly.

As soon as this word came out, the three bodyguards did not dare to say anything. After all, they had offended the eighth-level envoy, and they had no easy choice. They could only stand there without saying a word, watching helplessly as the black windbreaker disappeared at the end of the corridor. .

Chen Ling just left the private house, walked along the manor road with thick smoke on both sides, and walked straight towards the gate...

The breeze blew across the surface of the golden mask, and bursts of exclamations and panicked firefighting sounds came and went in the distance;

The bodyguards along the way, as well as the gardeners and maids who were frantically putting out the fire, were slightly startled when they saw the figure in black walking towards the door with his feet in the void, and then bowed down respectfully, motionless as a sculpture.

Just when Chen Ling was about to walk to the gate of the manor, Zong Wen's panicked voice sounded from behind:

"Special Envoy! Please stay, Special Envoy! What happened this time is really an accident. Please stay a little longer, and I..."

Zong Wen came with two bodyguards, sweating profusely, and Liu Qingyan followed silently. Chairman Zong, who was originally playing leisurely and calmly in the world of mortals, now looked extremely embarrassed.

"No need." Chen Ling interrupted him, "It seems that I came at the wrong time today... Let's meet again next time we are destined."

After the words fell, Chen Ling continued to walk forward. His footsteps were in the void, like rising clouds, and he stepped out of the Huadu Consortium lightly.

"No... Special Envoy, Special Envoy!"

"This is all the plan of that old thief Mu Chunsheng!! He wants to bring down our Huadu Consortium, so he will sow discord between us..."

"My special envoy, stay here!! Please give me another chance. I still have many top-notch 'collections'..."

"Liu Qingyan! Liu Qingyan is still here! It would be nice to let her spend more time with you..."

Zong Wen was anxious. Yesterday, the Beidou Consortium and the special envoy got along very harmoniously. Today, when they arrived at his place, they were like this... Putting aside everything else, once this matter is exposed by the media, the reputation of their Huadu Consortium will be ruined. It stinks, and there is no doubt that the Beidou Consortium will definitely seize this matter and make a big fuss about it!

The departure of the special envoy is equivalent to a slap in the face to the entire Huadu consortium, directly turning them into the absolutely disadvantaged side in the battle between Huadu and Beidou... But Zongwen still has no way to do it!

Chen Ling seemed not to hear his call, and Zong Wen's face turned ashen as he watched the figure completely disappear at the end of the horizon.

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at the same time.

At the top of a certain building, the short clown seemed to have noticed something and looked in the direction where Chen Ling left.

"Eahahahaha!!"

"Eahahahahahaha!!"

"Ehahahahaha..."

Beside him, the two bodyguards were still laughing crazily. In the uncertain sky above their heads, the faint laughter, accompanied by the dancing thunder, became increasingly clear and funny.

They are like actors who have been forcibly dragged into a performance, burning their lives uncontrollably to show their funny side.

But the only audience at this time was already fed up with all this. The clown stared at the direction where Chen Ling left, waved his hand casually, and the two bodyguards fell to the ground with a plop.

At the same time, a figure also fell straight from the empty sky and plunged into the surging fountain.

As the white ash on the faces of the three people disappeared, the funny laughter was like an invisible living thing, shifting from them to the clown...

The clown's originally deep and solemn face suddenly showed a simple and funny smile, and then he laughed at the people who fell to the ground:

"Yihahahaha!!"

He jumped and applauded the three people, as if he thought their performance just now was very funny. At this moment, the three people were already on the verge of death.

The clown's bean-shaped eyes blinked a few times, looked back at the direction where Chen Ling left, and whooshed into the air, like a weightless kite, and chased there directly!

"Yiya yiya!"