Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

"Boss, are we really going to rely on Viscount Mod?"

Inside a row house, several figures either sit or stand.

Scarface in a sweater is wiping a sharp blade, while a lean man in a leather jacket and fuzzy hat is at the window, cautiously watching the garden outside.

"They say Viscount Mod is ruthless and unpredictable."

"If we really hand over the list, and he breaks his promise afterward....."

The worried voice of a slim man in a black suit speaks anxiously, with a cup of brown coffee on the redwood table in front of him.

The bitter aroma drifts as the man sitting across from the wooden table takes a gentle sip of coffee.

"Besides him, do you think we have any other choice?"

A calm rebuttal, his hair slicked back, appearing close to forty.

The black jacket adds a sharp aura to him, the thin man wanting to persuade further opens his mouth, but hesitates to speak.

"I understand..."

He sighed inwardly, realizing that times have changed.

With the death of Duke Charles, some old enemies no longer dread them.

There's also that strange figure suspected to be a Sixth-order Saint, only Lord Hurricane can oppose him.

"Have the three mermaids been arranged properly?"

Holding the coffee, Bernard asks calmly, the subordinates nodding quickly.

"All done according to your instructions."

"Good, that's settled."

Nodding and setting down the coffee, Bernard feels everything is under control.

Using Viscount Mod as the connection, he is confident to assume a new identity on Hurricane Island and continue living respectably.

Then, all past evils will no longer be tied to him....

"Boss, that person's here again."

Suddenly, the lean fuzzy hat man at the window speaks solemnly, Bernard's expression tenses as he rises and walks to the window.

Pulling the curtain aside, the gray road and passing carriages come into view.

Underneath the black streetlamp, a tall and burly figure in cloth and jacket appears.

With dark brown hair, based on the stubble outline, he should have once had a full beard.

Bernard slightly frowns, this person has appeared two or three times recently, which seems overly coincidental.

Also, that face looks familiar as if he's seen it somewhere before.

"Boss, could he be one of our old enemies?"

Scarface's subordinate asks, pausing his wiping motion, gripping the sharp blade tightly, his eyes fierce.

The lean fuzzy hat man beside also has a cold gaze, lightly touching the bent knife hanging at his waist, suggesting.

"Based on these interactions, I feel he might be a Storm Sequencer."

"Boss, should we take him down?"

They continue to ask, all eyes focused on Bernard.

Frowning deeply, at the mention of storm, Bernard's mind suddenly clears.

"Storm Sequence...."

"Could it be...."

He suddenly recalls a bearded face, who should have died beneath the execution platform at Banli Port, yet was reportedly saved by a vicious stranger.

The two faces merge into one, then recalling the person's frequent appearances nearby.

Bernard instantly connects the dots, his face dramatically changing.

"Not good!"

"Hurry....."

Bang!!

The house door bursts open unexpectedly, wooden splinters fly everywhere.

Bernard's mouth is still forming the word "leave" when it gets choked off, his eyes widen in shock, staring at the golden armored figure appearing at the doorway.

The crisis is unprecedentedly intense as if his heart is being gripped.

He hurriedly stirs the spiritual light within him, wanting to struggle and resist.

But.

Buzz!!

An invisible force envelops the room, the wooden table cracks, and the windows shake revealing forked fissures.

Scarface, fuzzy hat man, suit man, and each subordinate shiver, abruptly kneeling on the ground, almost breaking the wooden floor.

The spiritual light within them feels suppressed by mountains, their blood vessels swelling like they're about to explode.

Bernard's eyes instantly fill with blood threads, his face flushed as he staggers, and also ends up kneeling on the floor.

Thud!!

A dull sound echoes, downstairs noisy tenants suddenly quiet, hurriedly getting dressed.

The calm sound of footsteps approaches step by step, the golden armored figure walks closer.

"Where are the mermaids?"

A low inquiry, exceptionally indifferent.

Bernard's eyes widen completely, fear in his mind continually spreads.

Panel prompts appear rapidly, but unfortunately, the nourishment is weak, difficult to provide significant growth.

Tap!

Suddenly, the footsteps get closer again.

The floor inside the room creaks as it shatters, wood chips and dust mix and jump up.

Kneeling, Bernard's face shows bulging veins, he instantly realizes the figure's true purpose.

He is here for the mermaids.

Precisely because of this, Bernard knows he shouldn't reveal their location immediately, losing both his trump card and bargaining chip.

"Let, let me go."

"Otherwise.... no, no one will know where they are."

He struggles to say, suppressing the intense fear within his heart.

Their eyes meet, with indifferent eyes beneath the golden helmet.

The light within seems to hesitate.

Bernard feels his gamble was right, a hint of pleasure inside.

But.

Boom!!!

His body explodes, blood splattering, staining the clothes of the three subordinates around him.

The crimson slowly drops onto each face, trembling fear transforms into prompts, constantly appearing before them.

"I hate being threatened."

Deep voice rises again, the three subordinates shudder in unison.

Scarface looks conflicted, fuzzy hat man is about to speak.

However, someone speaks before them.

"I, I know!!"

The suit man struggles to speak urgently, the other two's faces change slightly.

Then, continuous pounding noises erupt.

The immense pressure causes blood vessels to explode, two figures bleed from the seven apertures, dying on the spot.

Chen Feng turns his head to look at the suit man, his gaze lingers on the horrified and fearful expression.

"Lead the way."

.....

An hour later.

Clatters.

Hurried footsteps appear inside the estate on Hurricane Island, faint noises can be heard within the room.