I'm not a theatre god

Boom——

The rolling dust rose into the sky.

At this time, a few kilometers away from the destruction point, the hem of a red opera robe was blown up by the strong wind.

"What an exaggerated destructive power..." Chen Ling looked at the ruins that were razed to the ground in the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

If Wang Jincheng's attack was really aimed at him, he would probably not be able to escape no matter how capable he was. Even the [Blood Robe] couldn't make him recover from a pool of blood and mud, and he would end up like Li Ruohong.

Unfortunately, Wang Jincheng emptied himself and crushed an entire block, but in the end he ended up with a cannon hitting a mosquito... I don't know if he would be so angry that he died on the spot after knowing the truth?

Previously, in the skin area of ​​the ancient Xidao Tibetan, Chen Ling found that the face of anyone in the world could be generated there, and it had the same effect as [Thousand Faces]. At that time, out of curiosity, he took away a face of his own.

Originally, Chen Ling planned to wear this face for emergencies, but he didn't expect it to come in handy this time. It would be more interesting to let others become himself rather than to turn himself into someone else... It doesn't matter if he consumes a piece of face, as long as he returns to Xidao Ancient Collection, he can get another stack of his own face.

[Heart 6] Chen Ling is hated by everyone, but if one day the streets are full of [Heart 6], how should the world deal with it?

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

Chen Ling smiled slightly, like a demon that is wreaking havoc on the world, with a red corner of his mouth raised.

He glanced at the direction of the ruins leisurely, and then walked into the manor of the Beidou Consortium. The birthday banquet that was still lively a few minutes ago was now dead silent. All the guests fled in chaos, and the bodyguards also went out to find Mu Chunsheng. The whole manor was quiet with only the sound of rain hitting the grass.

Under the dark rain clouds, a red-dressed actor leisurely stepped across the messy red carpet and slowly stopped in the center of the venue.

Chen Ling picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground, gently brushed off the mud and grass leaves on it, put one hand behind his back, smiled and bowed, like an actor silently thanking the audience in the empty seats after a big play ended.

At this moment, the curtain of the performance that Chen Ling opened with his own hands officially closed.

Snap-

A light sound.

The plain oil-paper umbrella opened under the dark clouds.

Chen Ling held the umbrella and walked out of the venue alone. Small raindrops hit the umbrella brim, making a light sound.

Just as the lonely red dress was about to leave, a figure hurriedly ran out from the ruins of the building, holding a few burnt and tattered contracts in his hand, and shouted:

"Brother Lin, wait for me!"

Chen Ling stopped and saw the dusty Li Qingshan, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Brother Li, why are you still here? Didn't you run just now?"

"I wanted to run, but then I thought it was unnecessary... Isn't it your fault that the manor was bombed like this?" Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "In that case, I don't seem to have anything to be afraid of... So I took advantage of the chaos and ran to Mu Chunsheng's office to see if all the contracts were burned.

"You are unexpectedly brave... Did you get anything?"

"The contracts were basically burned, and only one safe was left from the explosion, but it was also blown with a big hole. Li Qingshan raised the charred paper fragments in his hand, "There are still a few contracts in it, but I can't understand them, so I just burned them all.

Chen Ling looked at him with a strange expression, then smiled and patted his shoulder,

"Brother Li, the way is right

"Ah? What way is right?"

"Nothing, nothing

"Speaking of which, Brother Lin, you changed your face again? Yours looks better than mine..."

"Oh, this is my real face, but it's more convenient to use a fake face when I'm out. Anyway, we drama gods are quick to change our faces.

"That makes sense... Then I'll change my face too.

"By the way, Brother Li, what are your plans next?"

"Not yet, but I've signed with the Huang Group now, so I should go back to acting? "

"Since we are all singing opera, why don't you come to my place? I just opened a theater, and I'm still short of a role to play opposite me... I'll take care of the Huang's Consortium.

"That's great, what's the name of our theater?"

"The misty rain enveloped the world, and two actors in red and blue robes walked side by side. As the two raised their hands to touch their chins at the same time, their thin faces disappeared in the drizzle;

"It's called... Jinghong

...

Wang Jincheng dragged his tired body and walked on the road of ruins.

He returned to the place where he had just fought with Chongqi, but found that there was no one left here. It should be that Chongqi carried the unconscious Mu Chunsheng away after he left, and he didn't know where he went.

Just as Wang Jincheng was about to move forward, three figures came from the end of the road.

Seeing these three people, Wang Jincheng's expression was stern, and he immediately spoke respectfully:

"Wang Jincheng, the director of the police bureau, greets the three halls

"You did a great job this time

One of them nodded slightly, "From discovering the clues of the dance hall, to further exploration, to the subsequent command and request for help in the face of danger, it was quite brilliant... This time we successfully encircled the Dusk Society, you have made a great contribution

"Thank you for your praise, the three adults, I just did my job, the main credit still belongs to you

Wang Jincheng is a director who has been in the business for many years, and he still has a good grasp of the human relations.

Another hall chuckled, "Don't play this game with us, [Floating Life Painting] doesn't have the complicated interests and human relations like you, it's your credit, it's your credit, we won't compete with you

"More than half a year ago, the people from the Dusk Society provoked us. Today we took away their stronghold in the main city, which can be regarded as a slap in the face... This incident deserves to be reported well.

"I understand. Wang Jincheng nodded immediately, "Don't worry, everyone, the headlines in all major news sections tomorrow will be the news that the Dusk Society was defeated by us.

"And one more thing

"What?"

"We found something that seemed to be a teleportation formation at the stronghold of the song and dance hall, but it was the product of Wu Shen Dao, we can't see anything... You are the chief of the police station, and you have a wide range of contacts. You can contact Wu Shen Dao. Come and see where this thing connects...

Do you still remember the member of the Twilight Club who was sent away before? We suspect that [9 of Hearts] and [6 of Spades] used that formation to move him away. If this is the case, the other side of the connection between the formations is likely to be a stronghold closely related to the Twilight Society, or even base camp

Hearing this, Wang Jincheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded without hesitation:

"No problem, I'll find my friends right away to see if there is any Shaman Dao in the main city, and I'll try to figure out the connection location of the formation as soon as possible!"