Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"And your phone?" Danheng looked at him. "Did you rinse it with water?"

"No, I changed to a new one. It's a dream, after all; I'm still the Emperor, it doesn't cost me anything..."

"Luanpo, why is your face so dark? Did that old monkey beat you up?"

"fine."

"..."

……

"Help! Holy crap!!"

On the rooftop of a skyscraper, a group of dream chasers were running wildly, their legs pedaling so fast they seemed to lose their souls.

"A little monkey has gone berserk! Nightmare! Nightmare!! Can Pinocone even let people dream peacefully? I'm going to file a complaint—!!"

Yan Huan, who was chasing behind, grinned from ear to ear.

"Don't run away! We're from the same hometown!"

"Here, have a taste of these peanuts!"

The bullets seemed to have no eyes, shooting indiscriminately, hitting as many as they could.

Some dream chasers are thick-skinned; they survive being hit by three bullets, screaming in pain and rolling around on the ground with purple faces.

"Please, please let me go! My brain is in so much pain, it feels like it's going to split open! I'll give you anything you want, okay?!"

"If it hurts so much, why haven't you woken up yet?" Yan Huan, the little monkey, came up to him and stared at him blankly.

"I...I took sleeping pills..." the Dream Chaser said, trembling.

"..."

Chapter 1107 Where did he drop his phone case?

Chaolu Mansion.

The once bustling temporary gathering place was now eerily quiet.

"Huh? Team leader, what's wrong?"

As soon as the brown-haired man entered the hall, he saw a group of people bound with ropes and roughly thrown to the ground.

"Ughhhhhhh!!" Upon seeing someone arrive, the hostages, whose mouths were gagged with strips of cloth, made frantic groans and twisted and turned.

"Oh, I see."

The man quickly ran to the side, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it.

After wiping his mouth, he turned around and said gratefully:

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty now."

"Ugh...uh ...

"Huh?" The man scratched his head, looking at their expressions with a bit of confusion.

"I'm not tired, really."

"Mmm...mmm...mmm!!"

A short-haired woman, making frantic groans and working her tongue wildly, finally pushed the strip of cloth out. Her first action was to blurt out a string of curses:

"You bastard, can't you untie us first?!"

"Oh, oh, oh! I understand, I understand."

The man quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and loosened her ropes a little.

"Okay, boss, is it much looser now? It doesn't feel so tight anymore..."

"Get out of here! I mean, untie our ropes!!"

"Huh? Didn't you say to untie me? I thought untie me meant to untie me..." The man scratched his head, looking somewhat displeased.

"If you want to untie it, why don't you just say 'untie'? It's clearly because your language skills are bad, boss."

"..."

"Which department are you from? I want to give you an award."

A few minutes later, the family members in the hall regained their mobility.

"Damn it, Lord Sunday is back. This is troublesome."

"He's going to take back control of the Oak family line?"

"Unlikely... the other family heads will not allow him to serve again."

"What do we do now? That nameless guest named Danheng actually tacitly approved of Lord Sunday's actions. Can this be interpreted as betrayal?"

"Of course it's betrayal!" someone shouted sternly.

"Starry Sky Train is nominally a shareholder of Pinocene, yet they are openly colluding with criminals. We must condemn their actions!"

"Exactly...they really treat Pinocone like their own home."

"And that so-called Emperor Gou Shi, while Mr. Audi is away, the monkey is king!"

"What right does he have to order us around? Did the other family heads approve it?"

"You forgot," someone reminded him, "the other family heads are still in prison."

After a series of rescues, all the family leaders who had been bound at Chaolu Mansion were able to move again.

In the conference room.

The fat man slammed his fist on the round table angrily, making a sound of extreme dissatisfaction:

“Damn criminal Sunday! We have to do something…”

"What can I do?" The woman with long legs sat in the chair, leisurely painting her nails.

"The anonymous party has already tacitly agreed, so what can we say?"

Ultimately, in any world, whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak.

"You don't actually think you can reason with the envoy, do you?"

"Damn it, this is too much!" The fat man's face turned red with anger.

"It's all those bastards in Order's fault! Otherwise, how could the Star of the Gathering have turned out like this?!"

"And that watchmaker, why does he have to send out invitations all the time? If it weren't for him, would the Star Train even be here?"

"Stop whining. We can only boss around some lowly people; how can we compare to them?" Big Wave said lazily, sprawled on the table.

"These are important matters that only the heads of the family need to consider; it's not our place to speculate."

"After this is over, the heads of the families will definitely hold a meeting to discuss this matter."

"If we just do nothing, won't we look incompetent?" The fat man looked at his listless colleagues and said resentfully.

"As far as I know, the Emperor is not a messenger at all; at most, he is just a wanderer with mixed abilities."

"We absolutely cannot allow the roots of the Nameless Ones to spread through the Grand Gathering Star again! That's what happened to the watchmaker back then; we still can't erase those damned marks..."

"Show me the surveillance footage."

The fat man sat down and instructed his subordinates behind him:

"Once the heads of the major families are released from prison, they will definitely question the Starry Sky Train."

"We need to analyze the abilities of those nameless individuals, especially the Emperor, so that we can be prepared when the battle begins!"

"clear."

Soon, the surveillance data from the Twelve Dreams was transmitted to the screens of several high-ranking officials, including the cameras they had secretly placed on Dream Reef.

"Hey, found it."

Big Wave reached out and swiped the screen to zoom in, and from an extremely tricky angle, he saw Yan Huan squatting on the toilet.

"This was captured by a hidden camera in the men's restroom at Liumeng Reef not long ago. The Emperor was defecating!"

"Great! Who planted this hidden camera?"

"I put it there," Big Wave said proudly. "I usually enjoy snooping into other people's privacy."

"Beautiful!" The fat man gave the big waves a thumbs up.

"Share that surveillance video with us, and let's see if we can find any useful information."

"Row."

At this moment, everyone sat upright in their chairs, carefully watching the video of Yan Huan defecating.

Although the dream architects created a simulated excretion system to mimic reality, everything that comes out or is vomited turns into a rainbow, which is also to cater to the psychology of dream chasers.

The surveillance footage showed Yan Huan putting her phone in her pocket after relieving herself, then getting up, wiping her anus with a piece of paper, and casually throwing the paper into the pit.

"That's so rude!" someone exclaimed angrily.

"There's a wastebasket right next to it, why throw it in the drain? The sewage system gets clogged because of people like this!"

Everyone nodded and continued watching in silence.

Yan Huan threw the paper into the pit and then pulled up her pants.

But this one action caused the phone in his pocket to fall out and into the pit with a 'plop,' splashing up ripples.

"Ward?" Yan Huan exclaimed in surprise.

"Damn, it's so slippery without a phone case!"

"..." Everyone in the meeting room looked at each other, and then turned to look at the fat man.

"..."

The fat man blinked, stood up, and rummaged through the conference table.

The others also stood up and helped the fat man rummage through the table.