Text - Chapter 699: Newcomer black~~~~~lass?

Chapter 699: Newcomer black~~~~~lass?

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Zi initially thought she stood a chance upon dodging Sable's devastatingly unstoppable blade. However, for such a maliciously crafty individual like Sable, would he resort to mindless hacking?

Faced with nowhere to escape, Zi hooked out a crescent curved dagger and ferociously sliced it towards Sable's neck. Instead, Sable twisted his body as both weapons collided.

Obviously, Zi's single handed dagger couldn't match up to Sable's saber, as he dagger was bent slightly before flying out of her hand, and impaled into the nearby limestone flooring with buzzing vibrations.

Unbeknownst when Yuan Zhan laid his evil scheme, a 'Poison Needle Cactus' abruptly spouted up by Zi's side. Zi hastily evaded the lethal poisonous assaults, yet allowing Sable to seize this chance, and heavily smash his vertebra long saber onto Zi's shoulder.

Four ivory fangs bolted out from the saber and stabbed Zi, as they voraciously absorbed her flesh essence.

Zi instantly groaned in agony. Although she possessed a formidable silver storyline grade magic robe to protect her, it nonetheless couldn't be compared with solid armour.

A terrifying large concavity was drilled into her left shoulder, and one could simply imagine the carnal mutilations that was dealt to her internal flesh, bones and arteries!

Nevertheless, from the wound inflicted by Sable's saber, a curved shockwave swept out; blowing all surrounding dust and rocks away!

After being struck viciously by suck immense unblockable force, Zi was sent crashing backwards.

Then, she climbed back up while clutching her shoulder wound, as she half-knelt on the ground. Tightly biting her lower lip as she endured the pain, her complexion was waning with deathly paleness.

Spectating Zi's current state, even Yuan Zhan subconsciously felt a mournful sensation welling up in his heart. The scene was as if a remote orchid had finally bloomed fully within a desolated valley, but yet he had to personally sever it. Such was the immense sorrow and loneliness she portrayed.

"Just die! Fu Lynna will be very glad to see us offering your head to her!" Sable laughed hysterically as he raised his blade.

However in this instant, Zi, who had buried her head down, suddenly emanated out an intensified austerity. Her azure shaded eyes suddenly transformed into a combination of black and gold!

Black-gold pupils!

Vertical pupils like that of a lizard or dragon!

She stood back up as her long blue robe fluttered strongly alongside the wind. The complicated yet gorgeous patterns of her robe swayed, as though turning vivid and lifelike. Images of a sphinx, cuneiform characters, sage scarabs seemed to have resurrected on her robe, as its azure color turned increasingly abstruse; as though it contained the prestige of an unfathomably vast ocean!

Following that, three shocking rhombus crystals materialized, and started revolving incessantly around her. At this exact moment, she was actually restored to optimal state!!!!

Afterwards, a puddle of blood flooded out from the 'Poison Needle Cactus' that Zi had vanquished earlier on. From the puddle of blood, a shadow bore out with unparalleled speed. With how enchanting the manner of which that shadow had appeared, the impression given to everyone present was that of incomparably dreadful killing intent instead of fury.

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「 Abreu, black male, plump, 42 years old, aquiline nose, a wart at his chin, Senior Executive of the Istres Leka Communications Corporation. 」

These information were written on a piece of paper.

This piece of paper was presently being shared around by twenty solemn looking brutish black men. From viewing their countenances, it was as though this paper was like a dagger carving out their mind.

This was because the order they received was this:

"Find me that punk within an hour, and bring him completely intact to the Bugle club at once!"

The expression of Biyombo, the one who released the order, was even more profoundly embedded in their minds. An expression of utmost greed filled with menacing life swallowing threat.

These men sorely remembered. The last time this expression surfaced on their leader's face, was three years ago while viewing a ten kilogram heroin package.

Noteworthily at that time, that ten kilogram heroin package was being escorted up a police vehicle, alongside their former leader.

Yet right now, having assumed the position of crimelord of a large gang in this Mattrine district, a mere ten kilogram heroin package would no longer cause him to even blink once.

So what could entice him?

Thirty minutes ago, the first black man who glimpsed that piece of paper sat atop a motorbike. Accompanying him, were 7-8 individuals with hippie hairstyles and brass nose rings.

These wild ones arrived at an exceedingly filthy commoner slum house, polluted with sordid running water everywhere. The precise report he received was this – someone by the name of Abreu had entered here with the daughter of the slum house owner, and hadn't come out since.

A thought provoking fact was this – the daughter of the landlord indeed relied on her physical body to maintain her livelihood.

She belonged to the lowest rung of society.

In this Mattrine district, there were no fertile lands and no mineral caves. Only the desert, seawater and barren ground. Not even grass could grow here.

Yet in contrast, the place was bustling with murderers, bandits, criminals and prostitutes. It was truly abnormally prosperous. The civilians here relied on the exceptionally high risk tasks of hunting dinocrystals, and sustained their lives with the immense profits gained.

Moreover, the government too supported such conducts of hunting those dangerous beasts. After all, these people were unstable elements of society. Hence, this district was truly a grey area district.

A black man licked this blood red thick lips. He had a tongue ring piercing and a spider tattoo on his face. Harboring malicious intents, he chuckled.

"A moron really knows how to choose. Trixi may be a little old, but her skills are the best in this Blackdrum Bar. That guy has been in there for more than two hours with her. I'm afraid we'll have to carry him out to the car."

The group around him snickered after listening to him. The lofty black leader wasn't in the mood for jokes, as he frowned and waved his hand.

"Go and search for him, and bring him out in one piece immediately."

Seconds later, the door of this shabby slum house was smashed apart without respect. 3-4 black males barged in as they scoured around with venomous and dirty glances.

Almost instantly, they sighted the prostitute Trixi half kneeling before the waist of an obese black man. Her head was repeatedly bobbling, as that black man comfortably issued delightful groans while leaning back on a quilt.

Startled by such a ruckus, that obese black man instantly and 'agilely' scrambled up, but didn't expect to be seized forcefully within a flash. He wailed bitterly as he was pinned to the bed. Then, the lofty black man approached and spitefully glanced through him, before interrogating with a thick nasal accent.

"Abreu?"

That obese black man gulped down his saliva and frightfully murmured.

"What did you say?"

A black male who barged in pulled out a pistol, and placed it over the obese man's head. Cocking the gun, his figure hovered above the trigger.

"I shall ask one last time. I am looking for a brat named Abreu. If you aren't him, or choose to lie, this bullet will taste your brain."

"I-I-I, I..I...…...y-y-yes...yes, yes!"

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Roughly 7-8 minutes later, Abreu was shoved into the Bugle club. Very quickly, he was brought before Biyombo. This black ringleader who wore a nose ring was gazing at a neighboring desk. Then, another black male casually puffing on a cigar strolled over, and slapped Abreu's face lightly.

"Kiddo, relax a lil. Congratulations, you've made it rich. That is, if you are truly Abreu, the Senior Executive of Istres Leka Communications Corporation."

Just as Abreu was about to reply, Brother Black had poured him half a glass of whisky, and irrigated his mouth; causing him to choke and cough violently. Following that, Brother Black continued.

Alright, before we start, you must pass a simple interview. How did you get fired by Istres Leka Communications Corporation, a tremendously outstanding conglomerate that has seemingly full control of the nation's communications network? Please speak the truth eh, otherwise, I'll get angry and the consequences of that will be very harsh. Believe me, you wouldn't want to see that happen."

Abreu's mouth was wide open as he stammered.

"I-I-I....I accepted cash from a woman. During my shift, I exploited the dinosaur satellite surveillance system to track a male's whereabouts."

"OH hoh! That's pretty cool!" Brother Black whistled and asked. "After that?"

Abreu sighed and accorded.

"Then, I realized he was a senator that was preparing to run for the governor's office…."

"You did a pretty fine job!" Brother Black warmly patted Abreu's shoulders. Then, he casually fished out half the stack of american dollars that Reef acquired earlier on, where the other half had already been spent...…

Mogensha stashed the stack into Abreu's pocket and assured.

"Brother, I must congratulate you. You're in luck, you've made it rich! Of course, you have to carry out a few tiny small tasks for us. Oh relax, nothing too much of significance."

After patting Abreu's shoulder, Brother Black started sauntering out of the club.

However, at this precise moment, the neglected Biyombo coughed aloud, prompting his flock of youngsters to block Mogensha's way.

Sitting by the corner of the room, Sheyan gently bounced up before tossing a mysteriously twinkling crystal, the size of a pingpong ball, to Biyombo.

That was the 'Soul Crystal' he acquired in the Avatar World*. Feigning it as a unique dinocrystal that Biyombo hadn't seen before, Sheyan naturally had much to spare.

(TL: *This happened in chapter 106 of the avatar world, he acquired it from Old Mourbo)

Biyombo caught the crystal and toyed with it repeatedly as he greedily licked his lips.

Sheyan and Reef then headed out. Instead, those black men continued blocking their path.

Biyombo craftily sneered and ordered.

"Seize them and search them thoroughly! Oh right, be careful with that newcomer black lass. Don't be too harsh and injure him, his butt cheeks look rather tender and suits my appetite well."

The trio was momentarily stunned. Then, Sheyan and Reef wryly exclaimed to each other while attempting to suppress their giggles.

"Newcomer black~~~~lass?"