Chapter 969: Chapter 969

969: Chapter 955 A Minor Accident 969: Chapter 955 A Minor Accident The meeting place was at a high-end hotel in the city center.

Traffic bustled around it, and right next door was the newly built “An Nan family’s grocery store,” ensuring a sufficient flow of people.

The exact meeting spot was neither a private room on the second floor nor the reception hall on the third, but rather the bustling tea hall on the ground floor.

Clearly, it was not entirely so….

“You two, it’s been a long time, truly a day apart feels like three years.”

In a corner of the busy hall, two Rule-level big shots sat facing each other.

But after exchanging glances and a few pleasantries, they found themselves in awkward silence, unsure of what else to say.

That was complete nonsense; the peculiarities of the Path of the Blood Feast always kept its members on guard against one another.

Yet perhaps it’s a case of seeking what one lacks; people always need a helping hand, and lonely hearts often require companionship.

In the Blood Feast, the master-disciple inheritance was akin to parent-child relationships, being both family and helper to each other, often resulting in a very strong bond.

However, this person sitting before them had shattered the organization’s past “iron rules”…

with Zhao Yan’s ability to annoy both gods and ghosts alike, if he hadn’t possessed Rule-level power, he would have been kicked as far away as possible by the core members.

Su Xingying, the disciple of Sun Yi, sat on the side, carefully observing the surroundings, not hiding her vigilance and distrust of someone.

The three of them sat together, staring at each other in silence for a long while.

And the constant stream of people only added to their restlessness…

those looks from the Feather Tribe were like watching monkeys, with their incessant pointing, further intensifying these negative emotions.

“Where is the representative of Mr.

Quasi-God you spoke of?”

Sun Yi was losing patience, increasingly irritated by the surrounding glances.

In cosmopolitan cities, it was common to see foreigners, and locals wouldn’t be rude enough to point at an outsider.

Now, these “country bumpkin” Feather Tribe members obviously had no idea what being friendly meant, especially when they pointed and talked about the “hairless monkeys.”

Probably, in the end, this was all thanks to the various “hunters” that had been in the news, Mr.

An Nan’s role as “hairless monkey factory supervisor” had also reinforced this image.

Those pointing and calling out “monkey” may not have had ill intentions themselves; they were merely surprised to see such a rare life form.

But to the person concerned, it felt like the malice was at its peak…

“If you think this place is unsuitable, let’s change location for a casual chat.”

Zhao Yan sighed; he had actually arranged for the meeting to be outside the city, but for some reason, Sun Yi firmly declined and insisted on meeting in a public place.

As a result, the trust between the two parties was clearly negative, and there was no need to disguise that fact.

“Where’s the spokesperson for Mr.

Or maybe, you’re the representative?”

The malice and wariness in these words were undisguised, and it was just short of outright accusing, “Are you a traitor already?”

But at that moment, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief; this was not the worst-case scenario.

What he truly feared was the other party smiling and communicating with him, treating him like a brother…

In the customs of the Blood Feast, that often was the prelude to each other’s demise.

Now that the positions were made clear and the distance set, it actually indicated the lowest level of trust and a willingness to cooperate.

Yes, it was this awkward; exchanging harsh words was actually the prerequisite for cooperation.

It wasn’t any overplayed tsundere behavior but simply stating one’s “desires,” maintaining one’s “stance,” and keeping a safe distance.

Everyone wasn’t friends or enemies but simply in a third kind of relationship, one of interest relations.

“…Of course, I am not the representative of Mr.

Quasi-God, but his identity is too special to appear in public.

I can take you to see him…”

That also made some sense.

However, just as the three were about to leave for another venue, a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived.

We have something to say to you.”

A group from the Blood Feast approached with faces full of grief and anger.

On their shoulders, they carried a blood-red coffin, which might have been empty, but at that moment, every step left a deep imprint, heavy as though it weighed a thousand pounds.

Once brothers and allies, the three parties now met in an extremely eerie manner.

The only thing they had in common was that they had both strayed from the so-called faith and loyalty.

To open the gates of hell, perhaps all it took was a face-to-face meeting with the Death God.

No one could survive alone, and it was certain that people were never fully able to understand each other.

If there was magic that could make people understand each other overnight, then…..

they would only fight more fiercely!

“….Every person, every individual has their own greed and desires, every ethnic group, every country has its own resource territories and production spaces.

Those who claim that strengthening communication can solve all problems, that everything is just a misunderstanding, are either fools or malicious, but most likely, both foolish and malicious.”

Lu Ping’an could see very clearly that the people from the Blood Feast, the Refugee Camp, and the Rule-level Zhao Yan, they all had their own desires.

Even if the local Land of Rules limited their fighting, it was merely suppression and not a prohibition—the “root” still existed and was fermenting, inevitably set to explode.

“How did you convince him?

Zhao Yan, after all, is a Rule-level…..”

“Hehe, it should be said that he convinced us…”

Lu Ping’an toyed with the coins, smiling as he savored the taste of red wine.

Today, he had come of age…

at least under the care of a guardian, he could now enjoy a drink.

Zhao Yan, you say you have a plan?

Eh, are you sure that your “plan” wasn’t guided by someone else?

Up until today, Lu Ping’an had yet to truly “make a move.”

“The time when I don’t use violence, the time when I don’t appear on the main stage, that’s when my power is at its strongest….

Its best use is not forceful guidance, nor is it to counteract, but just to quietly give a little push at the right time, behind certain people.”

From beginning to end, Lu Ping’an was just “going with the flow,” amplifying some people’s likings, others’ aversions, and yet others’ fears and anxieties to the point where they made extreme choices in desperate situations—an “outburst.”

He was like a ghost that seemed nonexistent, yet like a stone lion that seemed to have always been present; he just quietly watched, watched everything unfold…..

“…To be a policeman, you’re really underemployed,” said Xia Qin with some helplessness, already foreseeing that once the report was submitted, she’d probably end up with even more work.

“In fact, I think so too.

Being a special agent is indeed a disgrace to my abilities.”

For a power used for the first time, he demonstrated an extremely terrifying talent and adaptability….

Thus far, he had always remained offstage, yet established excellent relations with most of the actors onstage.

“Who would suspect a native NPC who just assigns tasks and hands out rewards?”

“…But if you don’t strengthen your guidance, what if they don’t follow your plan and come into conflict?

No matter how big their differences, they’re brothers from the same club; they can always sort things out.”

At those words, Lu Ping’an laughed.

“When order and authority are still present, conflicts can naturally be suppressed, but now, they are just a group of masterless Beasts.

To expect them to believe that other Beasts won’t eat them….

heh heh, ask them if they can suddenly become vegetarians?”

Lu Ping’an fiddled with the coins in his hands, he was in no hurry, not at all.

“So, what’s needed is a little accident, and I, just happen to specialize in creating accidents….”

“Don’t drink, that tea is poisoned!”

Amidst the ranks of the Blood Feast, someone suddenly pointed at the cup of hot tea in front of Sun Yi and let out a hysterical scream.