The End of the World: Chaos

Yang Yi, who was sitting next to him, saw the solemn expression on Red Skull's face, and his heart was also tightened. He knew that Red Skull was brewing a storm and was eager to vent his anger. So, he put down the documents in his hand and asked seriously: "Do you really intend to let them run rampant like this? How dare they use your name to do whatever they want?"

The Red Skull turned around slowly, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a slight sneer: "They think they can rest easy just because they claim that I am dead, and even call themselves my disciples. But I know that there are undercurrents here, and many people are coveting this piece of fat meat. The more they show off, the more anger they can arouse in my heart."

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, he said: "This matter is not only about personal grudges, but also about the entire 'Eight-Faced Buddha' power. Now their arrogance is fierce, if we don't control it, it will continue to expand and will endanger our foundation."

The Red Skull showed a cruel smile, "The dead? In their eyes, they think they are living a prosperous life. I will make them understand that God never leaves, and true masters emerge in endlessly."

Yang Yi nodded. Although he felt a little relieved, he knew that things were far from simple. Especially at this time when the enemies were all around, it would be even more difficult to clean up the mess. So he continued to ask: "In this case, what is the strategy? Do you want to confront them directly?"

"Dialogue?" Red Skull sneered. "These people will only regard my kindness as weakness. I need to let them know that my reputation remains the same. How can it be underestimated?"

"Then what do you plan to do?" Yang Yi's eyes became more and more bright, and he was anxiously waiting for Red Skull's instructions.

Red Skull spoke in a low voice, full of confidence: "First, I have to take back the power I lost. I will find those self-important 'disciples' one by one and let them truly feel my presence. I will let them know who is the devil who controls all this."

Seeing Red Skull's firm attitude, Yang Yi felt relieved. He knew that the sooner he took action, the more he could disrupt the enemy's plan. However, he also understood that the situation was complicated and he needed to act with caution: "Before that, detailed intelligence is essential." He reminded him, thinking carefully in his heart that Red Skull was impatient at the moment and must remain calm.

The Red Skull nodded, a sinister light flashing in his eyes. "You are absolutely right. Intelligence is a weapon. But I will not wait any longer. Time flies. I must act quickly."

A few days later, in a hidden bar, Red Skull, dressed in simple clothes, hid in a sofa in the corner, secretly planning how to approach the so-called "disciples". The bar was very noisy, with a constant flow of people, flashing lights, and noisy conversations intertwined.

The Red Skull's eyes were fixed on a young man in front of the bar. He saw the young man chatting with his friends. He spoke sharply and openly called himself the Red Skull's disciple. His wild words were disgusting.

Suddenly, a burly middle-aged man with gray hair came over. He was obviously an acquaintance of the young man. Hearing what he said, he said, "Indeed, the Red Skull should have been eliminated long ago. From now on, World War II should be led by our generation."

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately clapped his hands and praised: "Yes! Red Skull is dead, it's time for us to make our plans!"

The Red Skull was furious and approached quietly. At the last moment, he decided to take action and whispered, "Are you talking about me?"

The young man screamed and turned around immediately, obviously not expecting anyone to dare to talk to him. "Who... who are you?"

The Red Skull smiled, his eyes flashing with coldness, and he slowly said: "I am the Red Skull you are talking about."

The two looked at each other, their hearts buzzing, and then they laughed sarcastically: "Impossible! You are already dead!"

"Die? Why should I die?" The Red Skull smiled coldly, his eyes were like lightning, and the air around him suddenly became solemn. He looked directly at the young man, "You are rampant in my name, do you really think you can get away with it? Such groundless talk is not allowed!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly stretched out his hand to take something out, but was immediately blocked by the Red Skull. He muttered in a low voice: "I don't like to act rashly, but your betrayal will definitely cost you, including your reputation."

The young man and the middle-aged man were shocked and realized the seriousness and complexity of the matter. The young man stammered: "We just... want to do something for 'Buddha', you... you can..."

"What can I do?" The Red Skull said in a low voice in the young man's ear with a stern face, "If you don't want to obey, let me deal with your mess."

At this time, Yang Yi stood in a corner of the bar, quietly watching the Red Skull's every move, and was secretly worried whether this trip would allow the Red Skull to control the situation. Every step of the Red Skull was like walking on a knife edge, fearing that a misstep would lead to eternal damnation.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense. Red Skull patiently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and whispered, "You need to make a choice: survive, or continue your vain dream?"