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Chapter 179 Becoming a Lone Wolf

Yu Zhen disappeared.

Disconnected.

Nobody knows where he went.

Even Qin Zhongkai was certain of one thing: he knew that Yu Zhen had returned to a pre-arranged safe house, spent the night there, and then left.

Besides, Qin Zhongkai had no idea what Yu Zhen had done after taking the opportunity to hide his identity.

"You brat, don't you even trust me anymore?"

"Why couldn't you even leave a single piece of paper or a few words? What were you doing? You could at least have given us some information!"

Qin Zhongkai was extremely anxious, but still had nowhere to confide in.

The embassy's extreme pressure on the owner of the white house did indeed have a significant effect, at least on the surface. Through live television broadcasts, the entire American public witnessed the downfall of the Sardinian gang.

The apparent perpetrator of the street attack was swiftly eliminated.

At the very least, this provides some closure for the outside world, ensuring that the bodyguard who sacrificed his life did not die in vain.

However, it's clear to anyone that this result alone is far from the end.

Currently, no one knows the whereabouts of the great writer Yu.

Qin Kai was able to confirm Yu Zhen's safety and even took the opportunity to conceal his identity and go off to plan something else terrifying.

To the outside world and to ordinary people, the writer Yu has not been seen making an appearance since the incident.

What are we supposed to think about this?

Of course, we should think of the worst-case scenario!

Therefore, the outside world has always subconsciously believed that even if the great writer Yu did not die, he was most likely captured by the real mastermind and is now imprisoned in some unknown place.

That's really hard to believe!

"Damn it, what's the point of just eliminating the Sardinian gang?!"

"That's right, our great science fiction writer Yu, his fate is unknown, who will take responsibility for this?!"

"God, that was the great and talented Yu! What kind of powerful person could be so heartless as to poison such a brilliant genius?!"

"I heard that I've been trying to return to the Eastern World for some time now, but I haven't been well received by the owner of the White House. Do you think it's possible that, out of desperation, I used this 'golden cicada shedding its shell' trick, and that I'm actually already on my way back to the Eastern World?"

"Don't talk nonsense. What evidence do you have to prove that?"

"Exactly, exactly! Don't make baseless accusations and spread rumors. Don't you know what kind of image Yu has become in North America? His current completely Westernized, extravagant lifestyle would be investigated by the authorities if he returned to the East, and he'd most likely be executed! Executed! Don't you understand what the communist system in the East is? Yu's coming to North America has seriously deviated from the communist system of the Eastern world; he's become a traitor to the East. If he dares to return, he'll definitely be shot—"

"This fellow is absolutely right. Judging from his appearance, he should be Dongmin, right?"

"Yes, I've been in North America for 49 years, so I know all too well what a terrifying atmosphere there is. Under the communist system, no one has even the slightest bit of private space. How could a talented writer like Yu, who finally came to North America, possibly risk his life to sneak back? Don't make a fool of yourself again."

boom! ! !

Suddenly, a bullet whistled through the air, striking the so-called Dongmin who was spouting nonsense on the street and attacking the Muddy Gongcan. The bullet, in particular, was a man with a thin rat tail and an extremely ugly face. It pierced a bloody, finger-thick hole right between his eyebrows and then pierced through the back of his skull with a "thud".

Goodness, the bullets haven't completely burned out yet.

Surprisingly, they then joined forces with the guy with the coin-shaped rat tail, who was also a rat-tailed fellow, to categorize the great writer Yu as one of their own.

His skull was also hit and the needle pierced through—

The sudden shooting resulted in two deaths, with two tiny rats being blown off their heads on the spot.

The crowd on the street was momentarily stunned and speechless, but it only lasted for less than three seconds before the crowd suddenly erupted into chaos, and the once lively scene instantly scattered like birds and beasts.

No one knows why such a shooting occurred.

However, this shooting case, which gave the police a huge headache, seemed to have triggered some kind of mechanism.

Since then, similar cases have occurred one after another, especially in the Tangyin Street area where small-tailed rats are relatively concentrated.

The most terrifying situation for outsiders was that several old sugar factories of the Thirteen Factories were wiped out by swarms of slender-tailed rats, and even their old hideouts were burned to the ground by a mysterious force.

In the days that followed.

Even though the police were on high alert and deployed a large number of guards to strengthen the defense of the relevant streets.

Even the numerous slender-tailed rats, who are usually very united, so-called bloodthirsty, and combat-capable, decisively armed themselves in self-defense and issued a so-called vengeful and bloody kill order to the outside world.

Then, this sudden operation to eradicate the slender-tailed rat population began.

Once it started, it never stopped for a single day.

Every single day, despite the strictest defense efforts, groups of slender-tailed rats are still being eradicated.

Suddenly, the ugly, slender-tailed rats that roamed all over America began to panic.

The outside world has no way of knowing what terrifying forces this group has offended.

But there's an old saying that goes, "The victim knows best why they became the victim, and the person who wronged you knows best the injustice you suffered."

That's pretty much what they said, meaning that the slender-tailed rats actually knew perfectly well what was going on.

What is the root cause of the sudden and severe blow they suffered?

"Damn it, I don't believe he's just a nobody, and he's still missing, dead or alive. Could some lousy writer really be capable of such a series of assassinations against us?"

"Nonsense, don't forget, that guy surnamed Yu, no matter what, has the entire Eastern Kingdom standing behind him—"

"What do you mean? Could it be an official from the East? That's impossible. The American upper class will definitely protect us. And if they really dare to send assassins, then that would be an international conflict."

"Bullshit!! I told you not to be so impatient. The reason why that Yu guy refuses to cooperate with us is simply because we haven't been able to completely control him yet. But you insisted on using some so-called ruthless methods to physically eliminate him, as if you were afraid that the Yu guy would really go back to Hong Kong and start a brand new Hollywood in the East. Now look what happened————"

"The main reason is that the Yu family has too much influence. Just think about how the Sardinian gang was wiped out in one fell swoop, and you'll understand. Those damned white people, the big boss of the White House, have always had fantasies about the Yu family—"

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"What's the use of saying all this now? We need to think of a way to prevent ourselves from being assassinated again—"

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