Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 396 - 394: No Need to Ask Anymore

Chapter 396: Chapter 394: No Need to Ask Anymore

The woman placed her hand on the man’s shoulder and leaned into his ear, whispering, "If only you could become a Professor, then we wouldn’t have to be so cautious, and you could do as you wish..."

The man smiled confidently and said, "That will take some time."

The woman’s pupils contracted slightly as she took a deep look at the man in front of her.

He said it would take some time, but he didn’t say it was impossible, which meant he was confident he could become a ’Professor’!

Every ’Professor’ in the Scholar Association stood at the pinnacle below the Catastrophe Level, each with the strength of the Disaster True Order Realm!

The man glanced at the woman, a flash of disdain in his eyes fleeting by.

This woman, despite her long life, had always been so narrow-sighted; he didn’t want to be just at the pinnacle below the Catastrophe Level—he wanted to stand above the heavens!

"I need to see what caused Qiao Kun to slip up so badly; you can handle the matters here," he said.

After speaking, the man’s body gradually vanished into the air, and the woman stared at the direction of his disappearance for a while before taking a deep breath and chanting indistinct words as she pressed her hand to the ground.

As she chanted, the fragments of the broken red barrier began to stop shattering, and slowly started to heal.

Now that the museum was no longer colliding with that unknown existence, it had ample Strength to suppress the Containment Items within, and the woman had simply opened this switch.

When those items that were about to break free no longer stirred, a red glow also began to emerge on the rampaging collectibles outside...

That was the reason why the woman and man didn’t take the disturbances too seriously—so long as the museum existed, not a single item inside would be lost!

...

Feeling the death of the Demon Puppet, Wen Wen furrowed his brows.

He hadn’t seen who had killed the Demon Puppet, but it wasn’t entirely without benefit; at least he no longer had to be wary of the museum.

He had been too careless before, letting the Puppet enter the museum and almost being located due to the connection it had. Now that he knew it was a Catastrophe-Level Containment Item, Wen Wen wouldn’t be so careless as to let it catch any slip-ups.

"But this does have its advantages; now that Qiao Kun isn’t inside the museum, I can go find him directly!"

Wen Wen returned from the Sanctuary to the shadows he was in before, then snapped his fingers, and four figures cloaked in red and black robes appeared behind him.

All these figures were Disaster-Level Monsters, namely Little Red Riding Hood, Underground Palace Monster, Fear Hand Demon, and Angel of Universal Light.

Now that the Catastrophe-Level Expert ’Black Cross’ had already taken action, and the mysterious organization that had fought with the Demon turned up here again, Wen Wen could link that organization to Black Cross.

Of course, the main reason Wen Wen had summoned them was to reap benefits; faced with an area littered with Containment Items, Wen Wen naturally couldn’t let it pass.

"Do not approach that museum, and try to capture the Containment Items active in this vicinity..."

After giving his orders, Wen Wen’s body emitted smoke, which enveloped him as he chased in the direction Qiao Kun had fled.

Qiao Kun had already run outside the museum; this time, no one should be able to prevent Wen Wen from obtaining the information. Acting through a Puppet was ultimately not as convenient as doing it himself.

After only a short pursuit, Wen Wen found Qiao Kun.

Outside the museum, Qiao Kun’s physical condition was not much different from that of an ordinary human. At this moment, he found a motorcycle and mounted it; as he touched the motorcycle and murmured a few words, the engine roared to life.

As an apprentice, it didn’t require any complex operations for Qiao Kun to steal a motorcycle.

But as soon as the motorcycle started, before he could even make it ten meters, Qiao Kun found himself unable to move an inch. Glancing behind him, he was almost breathless with fright.

Standing there was a man in a red robe. His face was indiscernible, but he was holding the motorcycle’s tail with one hand, lifting it off the ground and preventing it from moving forward!

"Alarca..."

Before Qiao Kun could finish his sentence, Wen Wen slapped him across the mouth, causing his spell to recoil back into him.

Then Wen Wen grabbed Qiao Kun by the collar, yanked the motorcycle up with one hand to turn off the ignition, and placed it back in its original spot.

"Before I bought my first car, I had a motorcycle. Once, while I was working on a case, someone stole my motorcycle, so I hate thieves who steal vehicles."

As he spoke, Wen Wen hung Qiao Kun upside down from a streetlight, interrupting him every time he tried to speak.

"Later, I found the thief, got my bike back, broke his legs, dug up all his dirty secrets, and handed him over to the police."

He fiddled with a rope for a while until Qiao Kun’s head was leveled with his own, then he stopped and pat Qiao Kun’s cheek, saying, "I didn’t kill the person who stole my car, so if you just answer my questions nicely, I’ll let you go."

"What do you want to ask...?" Qiao Kun’s speech was slurred, his cheek swollen from the slap Wen Wen had just delivered.

The corner of Wen Wen’s mouth curled up: "I want everything you know about Wen Rui!"

Qiao Kun grimaced and said to Wen Wen, "I can’t tell!"

Wen Wen tilted his head slightly, extended a finger, and its nail grew longer and sharper before Qiao Kun’s eyes, with a horrifying crimson hue. Then he pointed it at Qiao Kun’s chest.

His chest skin was instantly covered with red veins, and the unbearable pain caused Qiao Kun to thrash like a fish out of water.

"This is a very powerful poison. With just a bit more dosage, you would feel ten times more pain. With even more... you’ll die in prolonged agony, and there’s no cure!"

What Wen Wen used on Qiao Kun was the vampire’s Blood Poison. After dispatching Disaster-Level monsters, two slots were freed up on the five rings of Wen Wen’s right hand.

"I... won’t tell, not even if I have to die!"

Qiao Kun glared at Wen Wen, somewhat hysterical.

Wen Wen frowned; it seemed he might not get any answers this way. Maybe he should try destroying his sanity completely with Frenzy?

Suddenly, Wen Wen’s hairs stood on end, and a sense of crisis flooded his mind. He backed away several meters rapidly and looked to where he’d been standing.

There, where he had been standing just moments before, a middle-aged man in a robe holding scrolls had appeared unnoticed.

As the man set Qiao Kun down, he smiled at Wen Wen and said, "If you want information about Wen Rui, you could have just asked me. No one knows better than I do..."

Wen Wen’s pupils dilated slightly; there was no need to ask any more questions upon seeing him.

Because he was Wen Rui!