290: Chapter 88: Where did you hire the Thai director from?
290: Chapter 88: Where did you hire the Thai director from?
(90% of the content in this chapter was censored, temporarily rewritten; any errors or omissions are regretted.)
The opposition’s design was very good, even having a kind of beauty…
that didn’t seem like something their brains could have come up with.
The only issue they hadn’t considered was that Wang Yunxiao’s gang was much more powerful than they had imagined.
In the face of an absolute gap in combat power, all conspiracies and tricks were meaningless.
But then again, could this have been the mastermind’s intended outcome?
If Wang Yunxiao hadn’t heard that gunshot, he probably wouldn’t have thought so deeply.
The people from the Special Service Bureau had botched it.
Had they really botched it?
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t be sure, because since they had entered the police station, they were no longer the main characters on stage.
As for what roles were still in the script, he had no idea.
Just in the time it took for him to eat, people began to gather in twos and threes at the door.
By around three o’clock in the afternoon, the entrance was packed with people.
The Old Taoist’s nephew became increasingly arrogant, claiming loudly that he would track down the real killer.
If they couldn’t provide a satisfactory explanation today, then the countless disciples of the Great Luo Sect all over the world would not accept it.
It was unclear how they calculated this number, but in their mouths, the number of disciples of the Great Luo Sect kept increasing, from hundreds of thousands to millions, and now had reached tens of millions.
In a few days, it might even reach a billion.
In a way, they were no different from elementary school kids who threatened to bring all of their second-grade classmates to beat you up, and might even be less intelligent.
Qin Xiangdong brought his nephew over and spoke with him personally, only to find that he had no intention of being reasonable.
This was a loafer with a strong local flavor, who didn’t start with any reasoning or negotiations, but instead began to sit on the ground and weep loudly, shouting about his uncles and aunts, from an eighty-year-old mother to an eight-year-old child, using the same practiced rhetoric as the Beggars Sect’s “Lotus Falls.”
You couldn’t persuade him because the more you tried, the more energized he got.
You also couldn’t scold him because if you dared to scold him, he could act out incontinence in your house on the spot.
Normally, this loafer’s gimmicks might play out elsewhere, but they wouldn’t dare pull them off in a police station.
But today, for some reason, he was like one possessed by an evil ghost, stubborn and defiant, no matter what you said, his mind was set on causing a scene!
There’s an old saying: a toad lying on your foot won’t bite, but it sure is disgusting.
Seeing his overt attitude, Qin Xiangdong knew that the situation was likely to get out of control, and immediately called the Special Service Bureau for backup.
Meanwhile, as they waited for reinforcements, the crowd outside began to grow restless.
Some draped in mourning garments and carrying weapons wandered through the crowd, shouting injustices, deeply agitated.
“Heavenly Venerable Great Luo: Savior of the distressed!
Almighty and invincible: Mana boundless!”
“Heavenly Venerable Great Luo possess me!
Save all the suffering people in the world!”
“Do not fear, everyone!
We have been blessed with the Heavenly Venerable’s mana!
Recite the Heavenly Venerable Moral Scripture with me, and we will have skin as tough as metal and be impervious to swords and spears!”
Hearing their mindless, absurd utterances, Wang Yunxiao, who was watching the disturbance from a window, couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
What are you all even doing here?
If Heavenly Venerable Great Luo was really so powerful, then how come that Old Taoist was killed by a single gunshot?
But at this time, no one could reason with them.
They had entered into a frenzied state induced by some kind of Echo Erosion, devoid of all reason.
By this time, the support from the Special Service Bureau had finally arrived.
A small car stopped outside the gathering crowd, and the doors opened to release two individuals in grey military uniforms who looked particularly familiar.
One of them carried a long rifle on his back and the other held a wooden case more than three feet long in his arms, casting cold glances at the bewildered followers of the Great Luo Sect.
The man in grey military uniform opened the wooden case and took out a long sword that was pitch-black and devoid of any light.
He gently swept it across the assembled crowd.
Wang Yunxiao did not see the flash of the sword, but he faintly heard the fierce shriek of the blade by his ears.
The sensation was like the sharp scissors tearing through fabric at an instant, similar to a cat’s claws scratching across a glass blackboard.
He only felt a numbness in his heart, as if something had been severed, yet it seemed as though nothing had happened at all.
The other individual, the driver in grey military uniform, raised his gun, pulled the trigger, and fired a shot into the sky.
This action had an immediate effect; the devotees who were just fiercely enthusiastic shivered all over as if they had just awakened from dreamland.
Then, they scattered like birds and beasts.
The instigators hiding in the crowd tried to persist, but no one believed their lies anymore.
They calmed down, realizing their impulsiveness and fanaticism, understanding the consequences of their actions.
The slight hope of ‘safety in numbers’ that had just sparked in their hearts was shattered; they no longer harbored any spirit of resistance.
Only at this moment did Wang Yunxiao finally understand the role that the Special Service Bureau played in this charade.
So you guys staged such a big scene just for publicity?
Which Thai scriptwriter and director did you hire for this?
Others might not get it, but Wang Yunxiao had just received intelligence from Qin Xiangdong a few days ago.
The higher-ups were planning to release news about the so-called divine artifact as bait to attract those hidden societal organizations.
At the time, he wondered, you say there’s a divine artifact and people just believe it?
You say there’s a divine artifact and they just dare to snatch it?
People are not fools…
It was only now that he realized, the fool was himself.
If loyalty is due to the price of betrayal being insufficient, then baiting is because the bait offered for fishing is not enticing enough.
As long as the bait is sufficiently promising, no rational person can remain unmoved.
Wang Yunxiao was deeply moved.
The effect of this sword was somewhat otherworldly.
He vaguely remembered a manga from the olden days, where a character, White Hair, wielded a knife that was almost a conceptual-level divine artifact.
It could not kill living persons, but it could eliminate Evil Ghosts that came to claim lives, thereby saving those on the brink of death.
The Black Sword now in the hands of the man in the grey military uniform seemed to possess a similar effect.
Ordinary people might not understand the significance, but Wang Yunxiao did—this sword could sever erosion and contamination from the collective subconscious level, essentially acting like an area-wide debuff dispersal effect.
And it seemed that it did not require much sacrifice to use, as a grey uniform effortlessly made a single slash to achieve it.
Judging whether a weapon is a divine artifact is not about whether its name sounds cool, but rather about the effect it can manifest.
Saying it’s a divine artifact is useless; what matters is whether the people like it.
Wang Yunxiao wasn’t sure what others thought, but as for himself, he believed that if this sword could be mass-produced, he would make sure each of his brothers was equipped with one.
The only thing he wondered about was whether there were any side effects…
Recalling that inexplicable gunshot at Li Fugui’s doorstep, a thought suddenly sprung up in Wang Yunxiao’s mind.
Could the side effect be reduced intelligence?