abnormal mutation

Chapter 175 You think you're worthy of being the one who pounces on the bird?

The struggle of a mid-sequence extraordinary being before death is extremely frantic, like a pig that senses its impending death, struggling desperately, its spider silk breaking one after another, and Roland almost couldn't hold it down.

But it was only a close call. He didn't use the Chaos Mist and the Dragon Soul to firmly suppress Edmund, giving him little room to struggle.

Minutes passed.

Edmund stood up straight, turned stiffly, and went downstairs like a puppet on a string.

Those around him seemed oblivious. By the time they realized what had happened, the seat was empty, and they assumed the audience member had gone to the restroom.

He actually went to the bathroom. At that moment, he was still conscious. He closed the door himself and watched helplessly as his skin shrank, withered, hunched, and emaciated in the mirror. He felt life slipping away from him little by little, and despair consumed his heart.

Roland picked up the extraordinary qualities extracted from the spirit world and sent them there.

The spiderweb trembled slightly, and Edmund shattered silently. Every particle was captured by the spider silk and sent into the toilet, disappearing completely from the world with the sound of flushing.

He left behind a talisman, but unfortunately it was riddled with cracks and already damaged. Considering the good quality of the material, Roland casually sent it to the spirit world, where it would be perfect as material for drawing silk threads.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual in the surroundings, he removed the spider webs, used the "Enter the Unknown" ability to cut off all traces, and quietly appeared at the Bernadotte Manor.

"Ding dong..."

Card Master: "Done!"

Mysterious man: "Okay."

Dozens of action teams stationed in various locations sent good news one after another: most operations were successfully completed, with only a few operations encountering unexpected situations and having to be temporarily canceled or have their plans changed.

The chamber of commerce's top leaders and allies hunted down the opposing leaders, cleared obstacles for their combat teams, and had a wide-ranging impact. Their own industries accounted for a small percentage of their operations, while the majority of their targets were official missions from other chambers of commerce.

The main feature is to soak up both rain and dew.

Several of these operations were entirely delegated to Hive members, who formed groups to undertake missions, launching saturation attacks with outstanding results.

Overall, the project has basically met expectations!

The killing of hundreds of people, including four middle-ranking officers, was primarily intended as a warning and a demonstration; killing too many would change the nature of the operation.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, Beyana sat on the windowsill, gazing blankly at the lake outside.

"You don't need to wait for me," Roland said softly.

“Without me, the leading lady, people will think you’ve found someone else.” Beyana glanced at him, then got up and walked out.

"Hehe..." Roland chuckled, offering no response.

The two went downstairs for a stroll, making their presence known, before heading to the restaurant for a meal.

Compared to the ballroom and the lakeside garden, this place was rather deserted; few of the people who came to the dance were actually there to eat.

The ball didn't gradually end until close to midnight.

Roland did not take the manor's private car. After leaving the manor, he found a corner to enter the spirit world and returned to the villa through it.

He was already used to this mode of transportation—green travel, safe and fast.

The garden villa was dimly lit, with only a few lights on in the corridor and at the entrance. It was quiet; everyone was asleep.

Roland appeared invisibly, passed through the wall, and returned to his room. It was just a habit; he didn't know if it could be considered a side effect of his bloodline ability.

But as soon as he stepped onto the carpet, he sensed that something was wrong.

It was so quiet; everyone was sleeping soundly, which was unusual, as there used to be night owls who stayed up late.

Especially Evan and Percy, who stayed up all night scrolling through posts, even skipping the dance. The kitchen was quiet too; there was no hangover soup, no midnight snack…

Roland tensed up, quietly releasing his senses and unleashing his Golden Eyes.

The colors faded rapidly, revealing various extraordinary traces. Up close, everything appeared normal, but looking up, a massive hemispherical barrier enveloped the garden villa. It was very well concealed; even the Golden Eyes, imbued with divine power and capable of seeing through the Enforcement Spirit Realm, could only discern a barely perceptible layer of light.

'Damn it, someone raided our base!'

He cursed under his breath and quickly looked around.

Evan, Percy, and the butler/servant had normal vital signs, so they were probably hypnotized or strongly influenced by psychological suggestion. Perhaps they didn't kill him to avoid disturbing him.

This approach is clever; if something happens to Evan and the others, he and the Hive will be able to detect it immediately.

'At least it's a mid-sequence; the person must be nearby.'

He was unaware of the other party's life force, and the bloodline resonance failed, indicating that this barrier or enemy possessed extremely strong concealment capabilities.

When he arrived at the seaside, all he saw was his newly refitted ship, the "Bastad," now called "Otto."

With no other boats around and no one in the beach or garden, Roland returned to the villa and found a figure in the corner of the living room.

The man leaned back in a corner of the sofa, enveloped in dim light, sipping his red wine with a languid and comfortable air, as if certain he would not be discovered.

'Nelson?'

Due to the influence of the barrier, Roland could not see clearly, but his perception was amazing, and he recognized the senior deacon of the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild at a glance.

'Is this the real me, unwilling to give up after leaving in disgrace?'

It makes sense when you think about it. They used to have some reservations, but now that the Jihua Chamber of Commerce has completely withdrawn, they don't need to think twice before taking action.

If it weren't for Roland, the transfer of assets by the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild wouldn't have been so hasty, and the losses would have been greatly reduced, deepening the enmity between the two.

'Any help?'

Roland was still worried, so he searched the area again and found a thin, dark-skinned man with a spindle-shaped head on the rooftop terrace.

Chicatillo, Nelson's partner, the two are in charge of the Almosid region together.

'Could it be... that they were just about to leave?'

A thought struck him: the people and timing of their arrival were unusual. Could the claim of "evacuation" be a smokescreen, and the shops, warehouses, and factories simply be empty?

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that important assets, including machinery, technical personnel, and warehousing supplies, are not so easy to evacuate.

He immediately entered the Hive and called Aldo, Samuel, Colin, Danilo, Wood, and other high-ranking officials.

The connection was quickly established, and everyone was on edge tonight.

Roland: "Nelson and Chicatillo of the Thistle Merchant Guild are with me. They immediately investigated all the docks. I suspect they are carrying out a final asset transfer."

Aldo: "A fight has broken out? Hold on, I'm coming right away."

Samuel: "I'm on the Paradise cruise ship, not far from you."

The Paradise is a luxury cruise ship designed for the wealthy, primarily engaged in gambling and sex industries, and typically sails in the North Bay or quiet seas year-round.

Roland: "No need to come over, I can handle it. Mobilize some people, investigate quietly, and be quick."

The number of mid-rank extraordinary individuals in the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild is limited. With Nelson and his companion coming to kill him, the combat strength at the docks is weak, giving them a great chance.

Colin: "I'll take command. You focus on fighting the enemy."

Colin got a minor injury tonight in Alustat.

Aldo: "I'm worried about you going to help me."

Roland: "Then come later, I haven't made my move yet."

Samuel: "I changed to a small ferry and hurried to the dock..."

(End of this chapter)