Siren tapped a finger lightly, and the document slid back across the desk, stopping precisely where it had been. A quick scan of the phone: à.1κ .O Text Version First Release

Siren chuckled, “Indeed. We are looking to purchase military-controlled contraband. Our volume is substantial, and we intend to drive the price very low. However, if I were responsible for delivering Mr. Gu Juechen’s head to your presence, do you think a deal could still be struck?”

Gu Juechen and Elder Wu froze simultaneously. Gu Juechen snapped, “You know where he is now?”

Siren grinned slyly, refusing to offer a single word in reply. Elder Wu’s eyes darted rapidly, assessing Siren from head to toe. The fleshy growth on his brow pulsed a deep, almost bleeding crimson.

Gu Juechen paused in thought, then stated resolutely, “Done! But—”

Siren cut him off, his tone suddenly grave. “Within one month after the Gu Group hands over all their equipment to us, I guarantee I will present his head to Patriarch Gu. Of course, if Patriarch Gu is willing to pay a small additional sum, I can deliver him alive.”

“Alive?” Gu Juechen’s eyes lit up, and he pressed, “What do you require?”

Siren held up two fingers. “All equipment quantities as listed in the file, plus thirty percent, with the price reduced by ten percent. The extra payment goes directly to my account. Furthermore, the Gu Group manages to secure significant allocations of Zakula Crystal quotas from the military; I require one hundred cubic meters of Zakula Crystal!”

Elder Wu roared in anger, “Greedy! One hundred cubic meters of Zakula Crystal?”

Siren spared Elder Wu a peculiar glance, then suddenly laughed softly. “No wonder the Great Elder of the Three Witch Sect would assist the Gu family in seizing power. It seems you’re an unregistered Boundary Master without certification from the Federal Special Administration Committee! Tsk tsk, I truly wonder what abilities your Jie possesses. Hehe, with the aid of the Gu Group, your Domain must have expanded considerably, yes?”

This revelation of Elder Wu’s secret left his face darkening to a shade that threatened to drip ink. The growth on his brow transformed in a wash of bloody light into a three-and-a-half-inch blood-red eye that snapped open. Elder Wu stood up with a sinister chuckle. The conference room filled with a bizarre, malevolent power; merely gazing upon the massive blood eye on Elder Wu’s forehead felt as though one’s very soul was being violently extracted.

Siren’s expression shifted drastically. A stream of light, brilliant as liquid pure silver, shot from his own brow. This stream formed a hazy curtain of silver light enveloping his body. The invisible evil energy in the void slammed against the light screen tens of thousands of times in an instant. Ripples flashed constantly across the barrier as vast showers of silver light and clouds of bloody mist erupted into existence. The silver light in Siren’s eyes intensified, seeming on the verge of exploding outward like two orbs of pure silver. All furnishings in the room, including the alloy conference table and chairs, were pulverized under the pressure of two unseen air currents, forcing Gu Juechen and the others to rely desperately on their cultivation to withstand the onslaught.

Dizang Temple, standing just behind Elder Wu, let out a mighty roar, his right thumb and pinky pressed tightly against the long saber at his waist. As his right palm was about to swing toward Siren, two silver flashes sliced past him. Two exquisitely beautiful women, both clad in kimono yet possessing faces like blossoming spring flowers and figures as graceful as swaying willows, erupted from the light. These beauties were overwhelmingly gorgeous, but the jet-black shuriken in their hands were anything but lovely. Their four alabaster arms moved swiftly, sending over a hundred shuriken, emitting a pungent, nauseating stench, whistling through the air to envelop Dizang Temple.

Forgoing his attack on Siren, Dizang Temple retreated sharply, his movement like flowing clouds. Simultaneously, his right thumb and pinky flicked fiercely against the saber’s hilt, spewing three ink-green saber energies resembling gaping wolf heads that shrieked as they shot out from the scabbard. The hundred-plus shuriken collided head-on with the three wolf heads, each nearly a meter in diameter. While the wolf heads were shattered to pieces, the shuriken likewise exploded into a sky full of silver streaks of light.

The two women produced katana nearly a meter and a half long from somewhere unseen. Their blades flashed blindingly as they roared battle cries of "Dying for the Master!" and lunged at Dizang Temple like mad tigers. Exhibiting no defense whatsoever and utterly disregarding their own lives, every strike from the women aimed either for Dizang Temple’s heart or his neck, or viciously and cunningly aimed for his lower regions—every blade was lethal, every move desperate.

Dizang Temple was a formidable figure beside Elder Wu. Setting aside his profound cultivation, he wielded the Ghost Saber ‘Phantom Soul,’ a secret technique passed down for a thousand years within the Dizang Temple clan. His personal cultivation had reached the level of a Jupiter-class warrior within the Earth Federation's power structure, making him one of the rare powerhouses in the Federation.

Yet this formidable warrior was boxed in by the two ferocious women, forced into a purely passive defense. This was the headquarters of the Gu Group, and Dizang Temple dared not employ his most powerful techniques. His swordsmanship emphasized trading life for life—an utterly domineering, suicidal style of combat. But one must choose the opponent carefully when trading lives. Dizang Temple would gladly fight another master of his own caliber, but he was certainly not foolish enough to engage in a death match against two ‘Boundary Puppets’ refined from Zakula energy crystals using Jie power.

Temporarily, Dizang Temple was forced backward by the two fierce women, narrowly avoiding several strikes that nearly left their mark upon him.

Elder Wu’s blood eye slowly widened, and a soul-stirring wave of evil power shot forth. Within his eye, an inverted Swastika symbol was seen slowly revolving. Behind the inverted symbol, one could vaguely perceive endless crimson flames burning furiously, see ten thousand blood lotuses blooming upon those flames, and hear countless malevolent spirits roaring in fury upon the lotuses.

The silver barrier surrounding Siren was forced back inch by inch by the malevolent energy, on the verge of shattering.

Just then, ten silver flashes swept past Elder Wu. Ten beautiful, entirely nude young girls, no older than seven or eight, burst forth from the light, cheering wildly. Shouting slogans like “Long live the Master!” they rushed toward Elder Wu, clutching heavy magnetic oscillation bombs to their chests.

A standard Federation military magnetic oscillation bomb possesses