I, Lord of Prayer

By the time fully armed support troops arrived at the warehouse, the battle was already over.

With a chainsaw in hand, Zhou Chen slaughtered the fire slaves as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, leaving no survivors, and pocketed all the crystal cores.

Despite its appearance as black crystal, the core of the Fire Slave is actually very, very light.

All the crystal core fragments combined weigh only about fifteen grams.

At a price of 30,000 yuan per gram, 15 grams of Huo Nu crystals can sell for around 450,000 yuan, with the exact price fluctuating depending on market demand.

Four hundred and fifty thousand—that's a huge sum of money. At least Zhou Chen had never seen so much money before!

"Stay calm, you'll soon find out just how expensive the Ascendant is."

Yang, smoking a cigarette, sighed, "Back then, I was just as naive a young man as you, thinking that I could finally make a lot of money after becoming an Ascended Person. But in the first month after becoming an Ascended Person, I was 200,000 yuan in debt. A year later, I became a successful person with 3 million yuan in debt."

"Oh, this..." Zhou Chen was a little incredulous. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"Heh, you should still be in your extraordinary development period, which should last about a month. During this time, you need to drink at least one vial of nutrient solution every day. According to the internal price for employees of the Starry Sky Society, one vial of nutrient solution costs eight thousand, which is two hundred and forty thousand a month."

Yang continued, "This is just the cost of the development period. You're an Ascended Being now, so you have to find a way to get stronger, right? Getting stronger requires spending money, right?"

Every piece of alchemy equipment on the market now costs at least 500,000, and a high-frequency vibration knife costs 600,000. What can you do with your little bit of money? At most, you can use it to support a few young models or schoolgirls at Night Rose...”

"Stop talking about young models and schoolgirls. If you two have nothing else to do, get out of here. We need to clean the warehouse." The support team leader came over and urged them on.

  

"Old Liu, we just finished fighting eight fire slaves, and there's even a fanatical follower of Eternal Flame among them. Do you think we'll be alright?" Yang coughed weakly. "Besides, you were the best at the last team building session..."

Old Liu raised an eyebrow and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where's the medical team? Medical team, get these two wounded out of here right now!"

Zhou Chen really wanted Yang to talk about the young models and schoolgirls, but before he could even open his mouth, the medical team pressed him onto a stretcher and carried him out of the warehouse.

At one o'clock in the morning, a light rain began to fall from the night sky. Thick smoke billowed from the transit warehouse, and the flames were clearly visible several kilometers away.

Such a attention-grabbing move has already been noticed by all parties, and it is believed that a considerable number of people will be unable to sleep tonight.

Before being lifted into the ambulance, Zhou Chen saw the figures of his other teammates. No one had died, but everyone was injured, and the way they looked at him was... well, envy, jealousy, and hatred—they were practically dying of jealousy.

Zhou Chen could guess what they were thinking: Why? How come he gets all the luck, and he gets to pick up a forbidden item for free? Where is the justice?!

In addition, he also saw Jiang Che.

Holding a black umbrella, she stared expressionlessly at the burning warehouse, listening to her subordinates report the details.

It seemed that because the temperature was too low due to the rain, she changed her suit jacket into a long black coat. Everything else remained the same: a clean white shirt under the coat, a tie, black trousers, and leather shoes.

He looks cold and serious.

"It must be terrifying," Yang suddenly said after being lifted into the ambulance.

They have now removed their communication headsets, so they don't need to worry about Jiang Che hearing them.

"What?" Zhou Chen didn't quite understand.

"Jiang Che, you don't know yet, do you? She has emotional deprivation syndrome. She's so emotionally detached that she's practically devoid of feelings. She's as cold and indifferent as a steel robot. Isn't it terrifying to work for a boss like that?"

"To be honest, I'm going to die in a little over ten months. How could she be more terrifying than death?" Zhou Chen sighed.

Yang thought about it carefully: "It's not necessarily true... She can make you wish you were dead."

Just like what happened tonight, none of the stakeholders can escape. If those guys think she's just an easy girl to fool, they're going to suffer a huge loss. They'll either have a big piece of their flesh cut off or be used as a sacrifice.

In short, it's best not to offend her. She's not even an Ascended Being, yet she's about to enter the headquarters' decision-making level at this age. She's definitely not someone to be trifled with, and her methods are probably more decisive and ruthless than anyone else's.

"I understand, just do your job as a low-level henchman."

Zhou Chen yawned. Now that he was safe, the fatigue and weariness from the battle washed over him like a tide, and he soon fell into a deep sleep while holding the chainsaw.

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……

When Zhou Chen woke up from his deep sleep, he felt a splitting headache and was completely listless.

This is a side effect of overdrawing his source energy. In the previous battle, his limited source energy was completely drained by the chainsaw, and now, after an unknown amount of time, he has only slowly recovered one-third of it.

However, the good thing is that he felt his mental strength and source energy capacity seemed to have increased a little.

Zhou Chen sat up in bed and saw the familiar Stars Club ward. The Bloodthirsty Chainsaw was placed next to the bed. This thing was already bound to his soul, and no one but him could use it. It would even backfire on other users who tried to use it.

He had just turned over, wanting to get a cup to drink some water, when he saw a girl in a suit sitting on a chair by the bed with a cold expression.

"You're awake." Jiang Che, who was tapping on the tablet, looked up at him. "You slept for eighteen hours."

"It still feels awful..." Zhou Chen rubbed his temples and then asked the question that concerned him most.

"How did it go? Did you find the star mango?"

Jiang Che sighed softly, "This is the bad news."

Didn't find it... Zhou Chen remained silent, his disappointment evident.

Jiang Che tapped a few times on the tablet and handed it to him: "The data in the warehouse shows that two days ago, several high-ranking officials of Xifeng in Jinzhu secretly sent people to move away a large number of important goods, including Star Mango."

However, this was not authorized by the true high command of Xifeng; other forces intercepted the shipment midway, and through the manipulation of an insider, they openly and legitimately transported the goods away.

Zhou Chen stared at the information on the screen for a moment, then remembered a term Yang had mentioned before and blurted it out:

"The Eternal Flame?"

Jiang Che nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, those high-ranking officials in Xifeng are actually spies from Eternal Flame."

I wonder what was in that shipment that could even disturb the Eternal Flame.

"Could it be Star Mango?" Zhou Chen frowned.

"Anything is possible. But don't worry, even without the Star Mango, I guarantee I'll find other ways to repair your soul."

Zhou Chen understood. The written contract was one reason, but another was that he had demonstrated value, which was why Jiang Che was willing to continue to expend so much effort to help him.

After all, this is a transaction.

They were all getting what they needed.

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