The Ancient Gods' Whisper

He hesitated and asked, "If you reveal even a hint of your power, wouldn't that…"

The Ancient Supreme's main goal in the modern world was to adapt to its lifestyle and environment.

And then to understand the secret weapons humanity had been preparing over the years.

Currently, Peak City had the President holding the fort, and even a Catastrophe stationed there.

Even if the Ancient Supreme were to expose themselves now, it wouldn't be a wise choice.

What's more, the Supreme had only recently escaped confinement.

"There's backup, but they haven't arrived yet."

Gu Jianlin pulled out a newly purchased second-hand domestic phone, with a fresh SIM card inserted. After dialing a number, he quietly waited for it to connect: "Hello, where are you now?"

On the other end, Tang Ling's crisp and melodious voice rang out: "At the eyeliner."

What the hell!

Gu Jianlin was baffled. I called you to handle things promptly, and now you're telling me you're putting on makeup?

For a moment, he felt deeply agonized.

He even recalled the fear he once felt under Youzhu's domination.

"Oh, I thought you meant something else. I'm in a taxi, just two more minutes till I arrive. When you summoned me, I was at the Sword Tomb. That's my mentor's specialized dimension; it snows heavily all year round. Every time I visit, my makeup gets ruined."

Tang Ling replied, "Didn't you say we needed to disguise ourselves today?"

Only then did Gu Jianlin heave a sigh of relief: "What about Extreme Thunder?"

Tang Ling said, "I packed it in the suitcase."

Gu Jianlin nodded slightly: "Good, don't use it unless absolutely necessary."

The two shared their location info before putting their phones away.

"Boss, here."

Scholar obediently handed over a set of staff clothes.

Gu Jianlin changed his clothes expressionlessly and casually asked, "How's the Pharmacist doing recently?"

Scholar replied, "Not bad. The old bastard's been living quite comfortably and is currently looking for his next hideout."

Gu Jianlin looked satisfied: "Good, bring him to the Peak City District to meet me. His easy days are numbered."

It's time to lock him in the black room.

Scholar's eyes glimmered with enthusiasm as he said, "I'm eagerly anticipating that day."

Gu Jianlin donned the airport staff uniform, pulled his hat brim low, and passed through the terminal and security checkpoints. Following the escalator, he arrived at the waiting lounge, where he saw planes outside the massive glass curtain wall.

A black Range Rover was parked by the roadside, with a designated attendant opening its door.

Director Li stepped out of the car, wearing a bizarre smile.

He was dressed immaculately, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. It was as if the person severely beaten and injured yesterday wasn't him at all. Gone were the embarrassment and humor of being beaten, replaced by the arrogance and poise of someone in power.

"Connect the call."

He turned and instructed.

The attendant respectfully handed him the phone.

Director Li spoke softly, uttering some kind of riddle-like phrases, as if he were reporting the situation.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the airport, filling the air with flying dust that clouded vision.

Dark clouds rolled across the horizon, and the distant woods shook.

BANG! A gunshot!

The attendant's head burst open, and he collapsed to the ground.

Director Li was shocked, half of his face smeared with blood.

Countless silver-white chains crisscrossed mid-air, fading into the void.

A young man dressed in blue work clothes strode forward. His hat was blown away by the wind, exposing the shadow beneath its brim, revealing those pitch-black pupils. The whites of his eyes were consumed by dark hues, much like an Evil Spirit's stare.

A black Ghost Fire burned on his forehead, familiar yet eerie.

"Hey."

He whispered softly, "We meet again."

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