Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1763 Another Secret Meeting Underground

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It was still the underground chamber deep within the drainage hub, still those few specially made "blood drop stone" sickly reddish-brown soul guide lamps, still beside the huge round table cast from molten bones.

There were only four figures around the table.

The empty space of the scarlet mask number four was like a silent, ominous hole, with the air still seeming to retain the lingering smell of blood and the slippery scent of a baby's cry.

A strange, eerie light flickered in the eye sockets of the pale, mouthless mask number five, and a hollow voice broke the suffocating silence first:

"Just two days ago at the meeting, we made solemn vows to help and watch over each other. The echoes of Number Four's words, 'Patience must be exercised,' and 'Wait for the blizzard to pass over the Crimson Territory,' have not yet faded... Heh, it is true that yesterday's 'blizzard' in the Obscure and Bright Bureau swept over the Crimson Black Nether Legion, but right afterward, the Inspectorate's knife cut into Number Four himself!"

"Number One, this 'coincidence' is a bit too hot to handle, isn't it? What happened to your promise of 'sending a message immediately if any spy approaches'? Number Four's hideout has been raided!"

The number one golden-masked figure let out a short, sharp sneer, his gaze sweeping over the other two beneath the mask:
“Number Five, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want! I promised to monitor the underground network tunnels, but those mad dogs from the Supervisory Bureau didn’t even come down this time. They directly and precisely smashed through the ground, the slaughterhouse in the China Resources District… the exit of Number Four’s above-ground den.”

"That place, even I don't know exactly where it is, it's hidden pretty well, right? But what happened? The Inspectorate has probably already found out everything about it! His 'patience' has made him a sitting duck!"

The second earthen snake-faced creature emitted a dull, rolling sound of sand and gravel, and its massive body shifted restlessly in the chair:
"Hmph, Number One makes it sound so easy. Number Four... his connections with the Crimson Church are more than just a little bit!"

"The destruction of that large stronghold of the Black Nether Legion was such a big commotion. On the surface, it was a great victory for the Huiming Bureau in its cleanup operation, but this 'victory' came too quickly and too precisely, as if someone had slipped a map under Zuo Tinggang's pillow in the Huiming Bureau!"

"How much sand has been stuffed into this Crimson Church, how many mouths have been pried open? Who knows? The Bloodlust Cult of Number Four and the Crimson Church are actually from the same source but different in some 'business'."

"The Inspectorate followed the trail of blood leaking from Crimson's side, all the way to the rat hole at number four. Strange? Not at all!"

The dark purple aura swirling around the No. 3 antler mask rippled slightly, carrying a discerning, scrutinizing quality.

"Number Two, you're so eager to throw mud at Crimson and Number Four for their 'collusion'... What about yourself? As far as I know, the frequency and depth of your contact with that 'Ghostly Armor' from the Crimson Church are extraordinary. His ability to sneak into Heaven Dou City without a sound is probably due to the 'channels' you provided, isn't it?"

Number Two instantly resembled a rattlesnake whose tail had been stepped on; its scales seemed to bristle, displaying a mixture of annoyance and defensive sharpness.

"Bullshit! It's true that I've had contact with him, but it was a mutually beneficial arrangement! However, when I meet with him, I would never be stupid enough to let him know where my hideout is, much less make any noise near my own lair that could be tracked. I value my life very much!"

Number Five's hollow voice rang out again, as if analyzing a game of chess with scattered flesh and blood:

"Number One's 'ignorance,' Number Two's 'circuitous transactions,' Number Three's 'insightful observation'... Ha, they all sound reasonable. But, gentlemen, this is precisely what's most terrifying." "The Inspectorate's operation this time was precise, efficient, and hit the nail on the head, completely avoiding the shadowy networks (referring to the ghost market, etc.) on which we depend for survival."

"What does this mean? They have mastered a completely new infiltration path that is beyond our imagination, or... they have a detection capability that can bypass all our 'conventional' defenses."

"The capture of number four is both a warning and an experiment. They are testing the sharpness of this new knife and our response to this kind of 'precision strike'."

"As for number four..."

Number Five's voice suddenly became even emptier, with a hint of inhuman indifference, "Was he implicated by Crimson, or... was he deliberately thrown out as bait to test the strength of 'New Blade'? Or was he even the first rift 'New Blade' has created within our alliance? Who can guarantee that his escape after being seriously injured is not some kind of more sophisticated 'concealment'?"

Question number five, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around everyone's mind, and the air around the skeletal round table seemed to freeze into reddish-brown ice.

“A shift from reality to illusion, using one tiger to devour another, killing three birds with one stone.” Number Two confirmed with a chilling tone, “First, Number Six ‘ran away’ ahead of time, and now Number Four has been precisely ‘scraped’ away… It’s possible that someone is cleaning up the chessboard! The target is the rest of us. The knives of the Obscure and Bright Bureau and the net of the Inspectorate may just be tools being used! The real threat is right next to this table, or… was there before!”

The number one golden demon mask slammed its fist on the skeletal table, producing a piercing scraping sound, its distorted voice filled with barely suppressed rage:
"Investigate! Immediately! Cut off all contact points known only to members of this meeting, and destroy all transaction records from the past three years that could potentially reveal our identities. Especially any trace of deep interaction with Number Four, Number Six, Number Seven, and Number Eight! Our shared information channels..."

He paused, his voice turning extremely sinister, "From this moment on, this information will only be used to transmit intelligence about 'traps' and 'bait.' Whoever receives 'tips' they shouldn't, is the one who's guilty!"

The pale, silent mask number five then spoke, its tone carrying a chilling decisiveness:
“If we don’t find the mole this time, we’ll be the next ones to be wiped out. Mutual assistance? Ha! From now on, we are all each other’s suspects and each other’s only verifiers. Next time we meet, either bring irrefutable evidence to clear our names, or…”

The eerie light from the mask's eye sockets swept over the other three. "They carry 'evidence' that can pin the suspicion on the other. The storm isn't just outside; it's blown into this secret room. To survive, you have to be more cunning and ruthless than 'it' lurking in the shadows. The hunt has begun, and the identities of prey and hunter... could switch at any moment. Investigate the living first, then discuss the ghosts."

The purple aura emanating from the No. 3 antler mask flowed slowly, exuding an eerie calm:

"Panic is useless. Since the other side has already overturned the table, we can no longer abide by the 'hidden' understanding."

"Number Five, you excel at 'listening' to secrets hidden in the shadows, finding out who orchestrated the raid on the slaughterhouse within the Inspectorate, especially the source of the intelligence."

"Number One, your Ghost Market is a sea of ​​'information.' Investigate all abnormal energy fluctuations and unknown personnel coming and going before the Black Nether Legion's stronghold was exposed, especially any traces of third parties that are not part of the Crimson or the Empire system!"

She turned to the second earthen snake face: "Everyone, use all the 'sand' and 'wedges' to keep a close eye on the reactions of the remaining high-ranking members of the Crimson Church. If they also suffer heavy losses but remain unusually silent, or... if a certain faction becomes unusually active after the 'storm,' then it means that there is also a 'ghost' within them, and it may even be the same 'ghost' as ours!"

The purple aura of the number three antler mask began to swirl, and the voice was ethereal: "Number five, don't be so suspicious. The four of us can still sit here. Now that you've come yourself, you still have some trust in us."

"If you can get along, then do so. If you can't, or if you feel that Heaven Dou City is no longer safe, then like I said before, you can evacuate Heaven Dou City. Disperse!"

The reddish-brown light and shadow twisted again, and the four figures merged into the shadows, disappearing even faster and more decisively than before.

The only remaining trace on the round table of bones was murderous intent, thicker and heavier than the dampness seeping from the cracks in the rocks.

(End of this chapter)