King of Assassins-Chapter 55 Dragon Roar

Wei Yue stared at those five words for a long while, looking grave.

Wei Zhenzhen curiously leaned over, "What’s the matter?"

Wei Yue closed the communication light screen and said coolly, "Adults’ business is not for children to worry about."

She paused and added, "Mingjing City has been a bit chaotic lately, you shouldn’t go out in the next few days."

"Mom, I still want to play with Gao Xuan..."

Wei Zhenzhen immediately protested, clinging onto Wei Yue with coquettish cuteness.

"No. You have to stay home for these ten days and can’t go anywhere."

If Fang Zhenshan really died, the situation would definitely become chaotic. Not to mention Fanglian Group’s retaliation, other forces might also seize the chance to act, so there was no way Wei Yue would let Wei Zhenzhen wander around.

Failing to win with cuteness, Wei Zhenzhen pouted angrily and said, "Unreasonable, bad mom."

Seeing Wei Yue unmoved, Wei Zhenzhen ran off in a huff.

Wei Yue wasn’t in the mood to reprimand Wei Zhenzhen either. She immediately called in Wu Caiyun, "Go find the tech department and immediately trace this ID."

She thought for a moment and added, "Check on Fang Zhenshan’s situation..."

If Fang Zhenshan was really dead, it would undoubtedly be great news.

The Fang Brothers would surely fight for power, and neither of them had Fang Zhenshan’s charisma and means, so even if they took power, they wouldn’t pose a threat.

She could completely seize the opportunity to eliminate the group’s internal traitors, get rid of a few staunch opposition figures, and further consolidate her power within the group.

This was no minor matter. It had to be thoroughly investigated.

However, driven by a strong intuition, Wei Yue felt that this piece of news was true.

The Fanglian Group’s internal structure wasn’t monolithic, and the death of Fang Zhenshan was something that couldn’t be hidden.

In their bid for leadership, Fang Zhenlin and Fang Zhenhai would inevitably lobby the company elders all around.

By noon, Wei Yue was able to confirm that Fang Zhenshan was indeed dead. Moreover, he died at the hands of the Ghost Spear.

As for the ID sending the message, it could only be traced back to originating from the Dark Web, with no specific ID information traceable.

Although a bit disappointed, Wei Yue didn’t take it too seriously. No matter what the other party’s plot was, getting the news in advance put her in control.

Upon verifying the news, Wei Yue wasted no time and immediately took action.

A few senior executives from Yuanlong Group who colluded with Fang Zhenshan, upon receiving the news of his killing, didn’t even have time to prepare before Wu Caiyun led people to forcibly take them away.

Such a forceful approach could easily trigger internal conflicts. If Fang Zhenshan weren’t dead and took advantage of the situation to stir up trouble, Wei Yue’s position as chairwoman wouldn’t be secure.

Now, as long as Wei Yue could obtain evidence of these seniors’ collusion with Fang Zhenshan, she could suppress the internal opposition within the company.

Even without evidence, Wei Yue could manufacture it for them.

Wei Yue’s position as chairwoman was not reliant on good looks, but on her formidable abilities.

Though others in the Wei Family might disapprove of Wei Yue, they had to admit she indeed had capability.

While Mingjing City appeared calm on the surface, the internal turmoil within Yuanlong Group and Fanglian Group stirred undercurrents in the upper echelons throughout the city.

Wei Zhenzhen remained oblivious to this; she just wanted to go out and play with Gao Xuan. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Not seeing Gao Xuan for a day made her itch with discomfort.

But Wei Yue’s house arrest order was no joke; wherever Wei Zhenzhen tried to go, someone would follow, absolutely not allowing her to run outside.

Having no choice, Wei Zhenzhen could only video chat with Gao Xuan. The problem was, Gao Xuan wouldn’t always pick up her calls.

More than half of the video requests would be directly rejected.

This made Wei Zhenzhen very unhappy; every time she got rejected, she would vow never to contact Gao Xuan again, swearing not to extend her affection only to meet cold indifference.

However, within a few minutes, she would regret it and contact Gao Xuan again.

Wei Zhenzhen soon realized this couldn’t continue; contacting him too frequently would surely annoy Gao Xuan.

She came up with another idea, suggesting playing games with Gao Xuan. This way she could both be with Gao Xuan and have fun. However, she was ruthlessly rejected by Gao Xuan once more.

Gao Xuan wasn’t in the mood for games; today he had been using the Six-winged Celestial Cicada to track Zhao Yong all along, trying to find the headquarters of the Black Dragon Association.

Zhao Feng and Fang Zhenshan were killed in succession, and Zhao Yong was a core figure in Mingjing’s Black Dragon Association. He would certainly head to the headquarters.

But tailing Zhao Yong with the Six-winged Celestial Cicada from a distance consumed a significant amount of Spiritual Power.

Fortunately, after linking with the Heart of Numbers, the Six-winged Celestial Cicada could sense the changes in electronic information data, effectively transforming into a semi-electronic marvel.

Previously, if the distance was great, the Six-winged Celestial Cicada could only lock onto the location. Now, it could mark the opponent’s position on the information map in detail. The precision was up to 0.01 millimeters.

No matter where Zhao Yong went, the Six-winged Celestial Cicada could mark the exact route on the electronic map.

If Gao Xuan wished, he could establish a deeper Spiritual connection with Zhao Yong, sensing more detailed and rich information.

However, the closer the bond, the easier it would be for Zhao Yong to detect his presence.

The gap in their Spiritual powers was immense. Yet Zhao Yong was a follower of the Dark Dragon.

Even if the Dark Dragon were weak, it was still a Divine entity. Truly drawing attention from the other side, Gao Xuan would find it quite unpleasant.

Gao Xuan also knew Nuwa certainly knew where the Black Dragon Association’s headquarters was. But having fallen into a significant trap once, he dared not trouble this big sister again.

Fortunately, after a day of following Zhao Yong, Gao Xuan could mostly determine the location of the Black Dragon Association’s headquarters.

According to the map, it was situated in the Fourth Ring District, a place named Yunbo Convention Hall.

According to the map’s introduction, Yunbo Convention Hall focused on high-end dining, with a Sword Dojo, gym, and other complete leisure and entertainment facilities. It was a high-end private club accessible only to members.

Gao Xuan checked and found that becoming a member of Yunbo Convention Hall required a membership fee of millions per year, with two members’ recommendations, and approval by the committee.

The map could only show the location of Yunbo Convention Hall, and no specifics about the inside of the hall could be found. Information about members was also completely unavailable.

Gao Xuan guessed that the Yunbo Convention Hall wouldn’t have many experts.

After all, it’s just the headquarters of the Black Dragon Association in Mingjing City.

Mingjing City ranks mid to low among the top ten cities of the East Continent, so its status isn’t significant.

With experts like Fang Zhenshan and Zhao Yong in charge, managing the Black Dragon Association in Mingjing City was more than enough.

Now that Fang Zhenshan is dead, the Fang Brothers Fang Zhenlin and Fang Zhenhai are busy with their internal strife, and Zhao Yong is running wild everywhere.

Even if the upper levels of the Black Dragon Association were to react, they wouldn’t send people over so quickly; Yunbo Convention Hall should be at its weakest state.

Therefore, if we are going to act, it should be tonight.

Gao Xuan sent a message to Wei Zhenzhen, saying that he would be in seclusion training tonight. This was also to prevent Wei Zhenzhen from constantly bothering him, coming to his house to mess around.

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At ten o’clock in the evening, it was the busiest time at the Yunbo Convention Hall.

The Yunbo Convention Hall follows a traditional Chinese style. The architecture uses wood and stone mainly, with thick bluestone as the foundation, tall wooden pillars, and intricate windows on the front.

The roofs are extended with vermilion or turquoise glazed tiles. Different gentle curves adorn the ridges and eaves. Wind chimes hang from the four corners.

In front and behind the houses, there are green plants like plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo. A zigzagging stream with nine turns flows between the houses, dividing the space.

Pathways paved with pebbles, blue stone bridges, or intricate wooden bridges connect the rooms.

Gao Xuan climbed over the side wall into the courtyard, avoiding mechanical dogs and various electronic eyes, and entered the depths of the Yunbo Convention Hall.

He indeed thought the environment was beautiful, with the fragrance of plums and the seclusion of bamboo, the stream gurgling. Under the illumination of the bright moon, the layout exuded a sense of ancient charm.

Ninety percent of the population on Pegasus Star are descendants of Huaxia, and the elite are extremely obsessed with traditional styles.

In the interstellar era, for safety reasons, people controlled planets where they would build vast super cities.

The elite’s fascination with the ancient style was also to distinguish themselves from the lower levels.

Modern living with technology is the mainstream lifestyle. It is extremely costly to create an ancient style in a modern city, and the stark contrast acts as an easy way to distinguish from the lower levels, perfectly meeting the psychological needs of the elite.

So, whether it’s the Golden Valley Garden, Yunbo Convention Hall, or places like the Mo Sect’s Hall, all follow retro styles.

Gao Xuan must admit that such ancient-style architecture indeed has a sense of style. Moreover, the complex greenery, artificial hills, and pavilions are more suitable for his stealth operations.

The extraordinary spirit of the Six-winged Celestial Cicada can sense all surveillance and traps.

For Gao Xuan, the Yunbo Convention Hall was an amusement park with its doors wide open.

Gao Xuan didn’t know where the headquarters of the Black Dragon Association was located, but it absolutely wouldn’t be in the front by common logic.

The guests visiting Yunbo Convention Hall couldn’t all be members of the Black Dragon Association.

The Dark Dragon is ultimately an Evil God, and the Black Dragon Association is notorious. They could never publicly display the Dark Dragon.

The most likely spot is the independent courtyard in the back, and the safest would be the basement.

In fact, just by observing the monitoring levels, you can tell that the further back you go, the tighter the surveillance and defenses.

An independent courtyard named Kunchi Courtyard already had armed guards patrolling it, with electronic surveillance densely covering the area. Clearly, this was the core area.

Gao Xuan stood still to sense for a few seconds, not finding anything amiss. He only faintly sensed the taste of the Dark Dragon deep underground inside.

Every branch of the Black Dragon Association would cast a statue for the Dark Dragon, offering a piece of Black Dragon Scale.

The Black Dragon Scale is said to be a scale of the Dark Dragon, but Gao Xuan didn’t quite believe it. Anyway, this thing has some Dragon Blood and is indeed quite useful. It’s very suitable for Yun Qingshang.

Gao Xuan didn’t sense any danger, so he soared into the air like a bird. The wings of the formless source power from the Celestial Dragon Eye lifted Gao Xuan, gliding smoothly and silently over the central courtyard, directly floating to the main hall.

The central courtyard also had many surveillance devices installed, but they failed to detect Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan easily entered the hall; there was no surveillance here anymore.

The hall was already the core area; no one would set up surveillance to monitor themselves.

With the Black Dragon Association’s vast influence and frequent personnel coming and going, it’s impossible for them to set traps or mechanisms in their own hall.

Gao Xuan passed through the hall and saw a deep underground passage entrance at the back.

He didn’t hesitate and went straight down the passage. After descending dozens of stair steps, turning a corner, there was a pair of large wooden doors.

Next to the wooden door stood a lazy guard. He was sitting on a chair, half-squinting his eyes, looking very listless.

Gao Xuan silently flashed past, the bloody blade light spinning, and the guard instantly exploded into a burst of blood light.

A mere Third-Level Source Power guard had no resistance against the Godslaying Sword.

Gao Xuan gently pushed open the doors and slipped inside.

The hall was very spacious, with dim wall lights.

Directly in front stood a Black Dragon statue over four meters tall. It seemed to be cast from a special metal, giving it a substantial presence and a very imposing aura.

Gao Xuan lightly jumped onto the statue’s base, skillfully reaching out his hand to remove a child-sized scale from under the Black Dragon’s neck.

"Got it."

Gao Xuan put the Black Dragon Scale into his pocket. Just as he jumped down from the pedestal, the closed eyes of the Black Dragon statue suddenly opened.

The Black Dragon’s eyes, red as fire, fell directly onto Gao Xuan.

At that moment, the Black Dragon seemed to come to life. Faintly, Gao Xuan heard a deep and vicious dragon roar.

This dragon was a bit mad!

With Gao Xuan’s formidable spiritual power, even his mind was slightly dizzy.

Yet the dragon roar grew louder, resonating in all directions. Various alarms were triggered, sounding a piercing and shrill alarm together.