Chapter 6867
Black Luan
Xiao Chen seemed to regard the two still-warm corpses at his feet as nothing more than insignificant debris. He remained relaxed, leaning against the conference table, his posture upright and composed.
The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers, wisps of smoke rising and swirling before him, as if an invisible barrier separated him from the bloody scene.
He squinted slightly, his expression calm and indifferent, letting the pungent smoke circulate through his lungs until the last wisp of smoke flickered on his fingertips, about to burn out.
Only when the last spark on the cigarette butt was about to fall did Xiao Chen slowly straighten up and walk with steady and powerful steps to the body.
His gaze, like a sharp icy blade, swept coldly across the two corpses, as if trying to see through their very souls.
He crouched down, his movements swift and decisive, and reached out to tear open the high-collared uniform of one of the men.
On the skin of that neck, there was a dark phoenix with outstretched wings, clearly tattooed.
The phoenix's lines were sharp, as if carved with the sharpest knife, each feather lifelike, as if it would break free from the skin at any moment.
Its eyes were sinister and fierce, exuding a chilling ferocity, as if it were about to burst through the skin at any moment and devour its prey, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Black Phoenix..."
Xiao Chen gently ground the name between his teeth, his voice low and cold, as if he were crushing a disgusting bug.
A hint of disgust and disdain flashed in his eyes, as if the organization was nothing more than a bunch of clowns in his eyes.
He stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and flicked his finger lightly.
The still-warm cigarette butt traced a dark red arc in the air, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, landing precisely on the menacing black phoenix tattoo.
"Zi..."
The faint sound of flesh being burned was particularly jarring in the deathly silent conference room, like a painful groan coming from the darkness.
A wisp of smoke, carrying a burnt smell, rose up, like an incense stick lit for the ghosts of this underground world, filling the air with a nauseating odor.
The cigarette butt was pressed firmly into the center of Black Phoenix's single eye, as if branding this evil symbol with a mark of shame.
A deep, charred hole was burned out, as if it were some cruel prophecy—the Black Phoenix's spying eye had been pierced and burned by his own hands, preventing it from ever causing trouble in this world again.
The night wind outside the building still howled and swirled high in the sky, like an angry beast roaring.
The wind howled sharply through the gaps in the building, as if it were the prelude to the impending storm.
Deep within this cold, colossal tower, a belated storm of reckoning has finally been quietly ignited.
The evil and conspiracy hidden in the darkness are like a bomb about to explode, which could unleash a catastrophe at any moment.
Xiao Chen's gaze pierced through the walls of the conference room, as if it could penetrate these layers of obstacles and pierce straight up to the invincible 29th floor above his head.
His eyes were firm and resolute, like a burning flame, revealing a fearless courage and unwavering belief.
His impeccably tailored figure stood amidst the smoke and death; the tailored suit seemed like his indestructible armor, and his stern face like his fearless battle flag.
He was like a judge returning in the night, silently awaiting a destined, wildly explosive collision.
Xiao Chen stood in the center of the room, which was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, holding the crucial "Equity Transfer Agreement" in his hand.
His gaze was focused and calm as he aligned the pages of the agreement one by one, his movements unhurried and deliberate. He carefully folded the document into a neat shape, as if it weren't a life-or-death agreement or a matter of immense profit, but merely an ordinary business document. After folding the agreement, he flicked his wrist, and the document vanished instantly, safely stored in his storage ring.
The storage ring shimmered with a mysterious luster in the dim light, as if it held endless secrets.
After putting away the documents, Xiao Chen lightly dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, his movements elegant and leisurely, as if he had just experienced a relaxed gathering rather than a life-or-death struggle.
Then, he strode out of the room with steady, powerful steps and a composed expression.
His steps were unhurried, each one firm and resolute, as if he had simply finished a long but successful business negotiation and was about to leave Nanlai Group with a flourish.
His face showed no sign of tension or panic; his eyes were calm as still water, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
Above, the red lights of the surveillance cameras flickered silently in the cold corridor like the eyes of a ghost.
That eerie red light was like a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness, watching everyone who passed by.
However, Xiao Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, and his steps remained unhurried, as if those surveillance cameras didn't exist at all.
Worry?
Not a trace.
He knew all too well the strength of Di Tianyan's forces.
Di Tianyan, a name that resonates throughout the dark world, wields immense and mysterious power.
He not only possesses a hidden elite force of ancient martial arts practitioners, each with unique skills and superb martial arts prowess, capable of taking lives in an instant; but he also maintains a group of top hackers who can silently infiltrate any firewall in the world, known to the outside world as the "Ghost Hand".
For the "ghost hand," erasing surveillance footage from specific times and areas is as easy as brushing away dust.
With just a few taps on the keyboard, the images containing crucial information would vanish without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Therefore, Xiao Chen didn't need to worry about his whereabouts being exposed. He could simply follow his plan and move forward with great strides.
However, the corridor was not a smooth path.
Just as he was walking forward, several sharp auras belonging to the "Black Phoenix" suddenly launched an attack, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows.
"Black Phoenix," this infamous dark organization, is known for its ruthlessness and cruelty. Its members are all seasoned martial arts masters who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
Several dark figures darted out of the shadows like ghosts, their movements as fast as lightning, dazzling the eye.
His attacks were cunning and ruthless, each move aimed directly at Xiao Chen's vital points, clearly intending to kill him in one fell swoop.
Their eyes revealed ferocity and greed, as if Xiao Chen was their prey, about to become their possession.
However, Xiao Chen's steps never faltered.
He seemed to have anticipated the attackers' movements, and with a slight shift of his body, he easily dodged the first wave of attacks.
His figure moved swiftly through the corridor, like a nimble swallow, each movement perfectly timed, causing the attackers' attacks to miss their mark. (End of Chapter)