Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1271: Ambush at Dusk

The soft lighting and the scattered seating arrangements made for a quiet atmosphere.

Inside the café, three or four people sat around, completely indifferent to the massacre happening next door.

If it weren’t for one of them casually saying, "It’s just a few people getting killed, why is it taking so long?" there would have been no indication that they were aware of the carnage at all.

It was a small café, not very spacious.

They weren’t sitting together, but Amalia suspected they might be connected.

Unfortunately, none of them were the Storm Claw Overlord she was searching for.

She saw all of this with her divine sense, as there was a "Closed for Business" sign hanging at the café’s entrance.

The sign also stated that it would reopen the day after tomorrow.

Today was the gathering day for the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth’s cultists.

Tomorrow was their day to act.

And the fact that they had already planned to resume business afterward revealed their unparalleled confidence in their plan’s success.

Twenty minutes later, the three cultists from earlier returned.

hey ignored the "Closed" sign and directly pushed open the café’s doors.

Amalia said nothing, and Rafael didn’t bring it up either.

He simply waited with her in a dark corner for over an hour.

During this time, a few more people arrived—men and women alike.

They all carried a laid-back, indifferent air about them. freewёbnoνel.com

However, none of them were the Storm Claw Overlord.

The underground city’s lights had shifted to a yellow hue, indicating that the sun was beginning to set.

Just as Rafael thought they might have to wait a few more hours, Amalia suddenly spoke.

"Let’s go."

"So soon? Aren’t we waiting for all of them to arrive?" Rafael asked in surprise.

"There’s no need. They won’t all be gathering here."

Just moments ago, Amalia overheard some of the cultists chatting.

They had mentioned the Storm Claw Overlord, wondering why he hadn’t arrived yet.

One of them responded that the Storm Claw Overlord wouldn’t be coming today—he would only show up just before their meeting time tomorrow morning.

Soham was already waiting for them when they returned.

"The leaders of the three factions have already been killed by the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth cultists. The underground city will soon descend into chaos. In the short term, no one will be able to threaten you. You should be able to handle things on your own. I’ll be taking Rafael and Duan Yao back with me," Amalia said.

Soham’s heart pounded with excitement—so they were really dead. "Ms. Amalia, isn’t this the perfect opportunity to annex their territories?"

With Rafael and Duan Yao gone, he wouldn’t have many strong fighters left to support him.

But if they stayed, he was confident he could take over at least one or two of the factions’ territories in the shortest possible time.

"There’s no rush," Amalia replied.

"Tomorrow, something big will happen at the Pleiades Star System Royal Palace. Once that’s over, they’ll come back to assist you."

Soham’s eyes flickered with understanding.

He knew that tomorrow was the day of negotiations between the Crimson Moon Dynasty and the alien royal family.

What he didn’t know was what role they intended to play in it.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but he kept his expression neutral.

No matter what their true identities were, it didn’t change anything for him.

After leaving the Neon Azure Syndicate, Rafael asked, "Ms. Amalia, Soham still doesn’t know that we’re envoys from the Erythar Star System. If he finds out, do you think he’ll turn against us?"

"That depends on whether he’s smart enough," Amalia said indifferently. "If he isn’t, then we’ll just train someone else to take his place."

As they stepped out of the Underground City, the sky outside had already darkened halfway.

The horizon was painted with a deep red glow, resembling spilled crimson ink—vivid and breathtaking.

Rafael and Duan Yao followed Amalia in silence.

Just as they thought this heavy atmosphere would last until they reached the embassy, Amalia suddenly spoke.

"Have you encountered any difficulties in your cultivation recently?"

Both men were momentarily stunned.

The next second, realization struck, and joy flickered across their faces.

Was Amalia offering to help them solve their cultivation doubts?

There were certainly issues—they were inevitable at different stages of training.

They weren’t prodigies who could overcome every bottleneck on their own.

However, seeking answers for every little problem from Amalia or Kenny Lin was something they didn’t dare to do.

They had always relied on trial and error, groping their way forward slowly.

If someone could guide them, they could avoid many detours.

The two of them immediately understood that this opportunity would only last until they arrived at the embassy.

Without hesitation, they asked their most pressing questions.

Amalia had walked this path herself and had experience guiding others, so answering their inquiries posed no challenge.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon, the embassy was within sight.

It wasn’t until then that Rafael and Duan Yao realized how fast time had passed.

But in just over half an hour, they had gained significant insights.

Problems that had troubled them for so long suddenly became crystal clear with Amalia’s explanations.

Seeing that they were only minutes away from the embassy, Rafael seized the final moment to ask one last question.

However, before Amalia could answer, two hover cars suddenly veered off an adjacent aerial roadway, charging straight at them.

Hover cars were equipped with an advanced autopilot system, defaulting to automatic navigation unless manually overridden.

The probability of an accident occurring was less than 0.1%.

At the critical moment, Amalia used her divine sense to cut off the autopilot system, switching to manual control just in time to avoid the collision.

However, their hover car still skidded off course.

The sharp screech of metal scraping against the ground echoed before the vehicle barely came to a stop, just before crashing into a thick wall.

"Shit, what the hell just happened?" Rafael’s face darkened.