Chapter 107 Remake "Spiral"

Bright and clean instruments, sheets of paper covered with text, and rows of staff working in a bustling atmosphere, one after another. Reports are passed back and forth like snowflakes, as if people's heat can burn the paper.

A huge screen stood in front of them, with various angles, streets, satellite positioning, and various geography-related parameters, all locking onto one person.

A wandering Herrscher.

Although the number of Honkai incidents in various places has decreased a lot after the Second Herrscher incident, Yao Luo was originally a key focus target and his actions should have been strictly restricted. In the battle against the Second Herrscher, Yao Luo's contribution was almost indelible, and the Fire Moth could not find a reason to restrict him.

His movements covered the entire continent, mountains, oceans, densely populated towns, and big cities. Wherever he arrived, the Fire Moth personnel would intensively collect information about Yao Luo.

Who communicated with him? What strange actions did Yao Luo take during this period? Even what he ate and where he rested were the key observation directions of the Fire Chaser Moth.

As an organization currently attracting global attention, Fire Moth comes from the top political and economic figures on the planet. It is impossible for them not to be interested in this delicious "cake".

It has become a routine to send one's own people here to gild themselves. Once a slogan like "outstanding contributions have been made in humanity's fight against the Honkai phenomenon" is written on the resume, one will have more say when communicating with people in the same circle around them.

To fight against the collapse, the world's most advanced investment and research in biology, physics, materials, and mechanics is needed.

There are countless industries that can be used for investment and production, and the forces involved are almost all over the world. No one does not want to get a piece of the pie.

However, recently, such a legend has been circulating in the residence of every top force and family.

"When a clown mask appears in your home, the opportunity to make your wish come true will appear before your eyes."

This legend was remembered by many wealthy people and politicians, and they secretly called this organization "The Fool."

The city where this legend is most widely spread and densely spread is Changkong City, where Yao Luo is now.

Changkong City at night is different from that during the day. When the smell of alcohol and perfume fills the streets, outsiders will be surprised, but locals have long been accustomed to it.

"Changkong City is a city of night."

The neon lights in the sky seemed to compete with the stars for brightness. On the entire street, if it weren't for the time on the clock, no one would realize that it was night.

All kinds of suggestive lights shine on the street, not even shadows are allowed. The only things that can stay on this street are desires and dominated bodies.

The atmosphere of chaos, violence and decadence is revealed to the people without reservation. You can see here that some stars who are glamorous during the day may be dressed up in a dignified manner and walking on the streets.

And here on this street, in the deepest, shadowiest darkness, there is another group of people.

"Snapped!"

The sound of whips echoed in the dark and narrow secret room. A group of burly men with tattoos surrounded a figure in front of a chair. Blood and teeth were scattered on the ground. The man sitting on the chair was now unrecognizable, with only his lips trembling slightly in the air.

"Brother, brother! I really can't take it out. There's really nothing left!"

"Who the hell is your brother?"

The whip fell high again, and the dense punches and kicks hit the man like raindrops, and they did not stop until he was dying.

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of yellow spit hit the man's face, flowing down from the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth. "Boss, could this guy really not know?"

Next to the tallest figure in the crowd, a younger brother was bowing his head next to the most prominent person in the crowd and speaking softly, fearing that his voice would offend the "boss".

"It doesn't matter whether you know or not." The boss's voice was low, revealing a deep ruthlessness.

“Even if I have to tear out his tendons and bones, I will get the whereabouts of [that thing] from him.”

"Otherwise, if the higher-ups blame us, neither you nor I can bear it!"

His voice made the sturdy men around him begin to tremble, because no one dared to mess with the man in front of them. The last little brother who failed to complete his goal might have his body overgrown with grass in Tokyo Bay.

And beside them, in a plate similar to the one on the operating table, some crystal clear liquid was in the syringe, flashing a dangerous and tempting purple light.

Seeing that no one dared to refute him, the man called the boss walked upstairs unsteadily. No one in this area dared to mess with the pub he ran. It seemed that he had become the uncrowned king of this street.

But when he opened the familiar basement door, the scene before him left him speechless.

Broken wine bottles were scattered all over the floor, obviously not broken accidentally by drunk customers. None of the customers who used to appear inhuman at night appeared in front of him at this moment. Except for the lively music that was still playing automatically, this place was so unfamiliar to him that it was scary.

His own men were lying on the ground in a mess, and the thugs, who were secretly equipped with all kinds of illegal props, could not believe that they could be knocked down so easily. Even his basement did not hear any movement, and no news even reached him.

"No, it's impossible..."

He shook his 300 pounds of fat, and with his huge eyes, he frantically looked for the source of the incident.

The next second, a figure that seemed out of place in this environment and shouldn't be here came into his sight.

"You are the boss here?"

The silver-white pupils were like guns, piercing through the boss' psychological defenses. The murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the air, making his hair stand on end. Suddenly, his crotch became wet.

"Just call me Xiao Wang!"

Before he even realized what was happening, his body had already bent down unconsciously. Unfortunately, the excessive fat made it difficult for him to complete this simple movement.

"Forget it, he doesn't look like someone in power."

In a trance, the boss's consciousness dissipated into the sky and he collapsed to the ground like a piece of fat being cooked.

Just as Yao Luo was about to open the door to the basement, a deafening explosion came from his ears.

The entire bar has two floors. Yao Luo is located deep in the second floor, and the place where the sound comes from is the very center of the entire bar, with the brightest chandelier flashing the entire stage.

The smoke and dust billowed, instantly covering the entire area. The level was high enough to make an ordinary person lose their vision.

A mechanical creaking sound came from it, and a passionate and high-pitched voice came from the center.

"The great magician makes his grand entrance!"

(End of this chapter)