I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 916, Section 911: Falling Apart
Everything happened so fast that Marne had no time to react or deal with it; it all just happened naturally in front of him.

Being caught up in a war and encountering extremely difficult martial artists, a person resembling a god of fists and some kind of giant humanoid creature engaged in fierce combat—these are all things that Maren can relatively easily accept.

Then the magician abandoned the duke and fled. Marne, who suddenly appeared there, couldn't really realize how dangerous the situation they were facing was, or how reasonable the magician's actions were.

However, the fact that the gray rabbit led them away and left directly clearly demonstrated her dissatisfaction.

Moreover, he had to realize something very important: there might be many other significant things between this memory and other memories, things he was unaware of.

So even though things happened so fast that he couldn't change them, Marne felt that the outcome might actually be better, because this should be the memory that actually happened.

"Do you think we made the wrong choice?" Marne asked tentatively.

The magician, still reeling from the gray rabbit's departure, instinctively shook his heavy head:
"It's pointless to talk about this now. The other five members of the Terror Five were indeed too busy to fight, but who would have thought that God Fist could maintain such power after that battle?"

"The rest of them couldn't even hold off the Divine Fist, let alone defeat him."

Marne also raised his hand and patted the magician on the shoulder:

"You saved us, don't blame yourself, I didn't know what to do at the time either..."

However, the magician looked somewhat surprised upon hearing this, then smiled at Marne:

"It's okay, I don't blame myself. I know very well what is right."

"You may not know, but he has been deliberately hiding money from us during his recent missions. We owed him so much money because of that incident, yet he betrayed us like this. It's no pity if he dies."

"My face looks pale because I'm thinking about Gray Rabbit. We can't let her leave like this. My Golden and Silver Rings are already broken. Finding such an outstanding spatial ability user won't be easy, not to mention..."

He looked up at Marne.

Almost instinctively, Marne realized something from his smile:
“She’s a problem for us.”

The magician nodded with a cold smile:

“That’s right, she knows too much. We can’t allow her to defect. If things really come to a head, I hope you can help me get rid of her.”

"We have no choice."

Upon hearing this, Maren immediately realized something very interesting.

That is, the magician and the gray rabbit should have completely different views on this "defection". Obviously, the gray rabbit did not realize that the magician would want to kill her because of this.

The magician's attitude at this moment fully explains his decisiveness when he just gave up on the Duke.

Just as Gray Rabbit had just said, the magician's cruelty and cold-bloodedness far exceeded her imagination, even though they had laughed and joked together in their past memories and should have spent a long time together.

But this incident also reveals other information.

Judging from the fact that the magician would say such things to him, it seems that he and the magician have a pretty good relationship? Or perhaps the magician created this atmosphere among them, making him mistakenly believe that they were close.

The latter is also highly probable, since Gray Rabbit didn't think the magician would try to kill her. Perhaps the magician is also skilled at manipulating emotions, which is why he could assemble such a professional team.

However, these past events were not what Maren cared about most, since those guys should all be dead by now, so he just went along with what the magician said and tried his best to soothe his emotions.

What he really wanted to know was about the Divine Fist and what kind of war it was.

Through this information, he can observe the Divine Fist from another perspective, which also allows Ma En to basically determine what the Divine Fist looks like in the eyes of his adversaries.

“Perhaps…” Ma En said hesitantly, “our only mistake was getting involved in the matter of the Divine Fist.”

The magician was silent for a moment after hearing this, then said:

“You’re right. Things have been going too smoothly for us lately, which has made us numb and arrogant. We shouldn’t have been blinded by the high reward, nor should we have been so foolish as to think that God Fist wouldn’t notice us and that we could easily get away.”

Marx and Engels countered with:
Do you think this is a trap?

After a brief silence, the magician shook his head:

"No, it seems that God Fist did not expect our attack. The intelligence we received was correct. They successfully interfered with the Prophet's vision, and the other members of the Terror Five were unable to rescue him."

"But his disciples still made the right response quickly after the initial attack, and the spatial blockade only appeared a few minutes after the attack began. As they said, Divine Fist was indeed seriously injured."

"But they all underestimated the injured Divine Fist."

Marx and Engels asked:

"So do you think they should have started this war in the first place?"

He was now fairly certain that he and his group were some kind of mercenaries, and that the instigators of the war were the "few" people he had mentioned. Marne asked this question in order to find out the motive for the war.

If these people are some kind of righteous resistance, and God Fist is some kind of evil villain pretending to be good, then Marx and Engels might hear answers about ideals and enlightenment.

But the magician just smiled wryly:

"At first, I felt that they shouldn't have challenged the Divine Fist. I thought we could take the opportunity to make some money, but I didn't expect to lose half of the team."

"The money we can get from killing these young martial artists won't be enough to make up for the losses. Not to mention the Duke and Gray Rabbit we lost this time, we might not even be able to make up for the loss of our equipment and props."

"And those demons are probably all doomed. Not only did they fail to get any of the Divine Fist's flesh and blood this time, they will all probably lose their lives here. The golden eagle that escaped probably won't live for more than a few days either."

"We killed so many disciples of the Divine Fist Sect, as well as so many martial artists who came to participate in the tournament. The Divine Fist Sect must be furious right now, and they'll probably have to find a lot of mercenaries like us to kill in order to vent their anger."

"Even if he doesn't make a move himself, those martial arts heroes won't let us go."

"We need to keep a low profile a bit lately, so as not to get caught by these guys..."

Just as he was speaking, Marne suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Something touched his telekinetic shield.