Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 409 - 407: Everything Can Be Traded

Chapter 409: Chapter 407: Everything Can Be Traded

"Catch that clever Fish Monster and let that stupid ’accident’ escape,"

"Yan Biqing, follow that dumb Fish Monster, find the Profane Blood’s stronghold, and then kill them all!"

After issuing the orders, Wen Wen felt a surge of relief flooding his body, thus he also needed to significantly increase his presence in Qingchuan City, performing actions on both fronts to sever his ties with Black Cross.

Latterly, Wen Wen continued observing the old man, who at this moment was glancing around left and right, his eyes suddenly brightening as he spotted an SUV.

This vehicle used anti-slip tires...

"Dry and reluctant, go roll it!"

Like having been injected with adrenaline, the old man rubbed his skinny arms twice before charging towards the vehicle, his hands fervently massaging over it.

About ten minutes of rolling transformed the vehicle’s four tires into exceptionally round shapes, but since they originally were anti-slip tires, now they probably would slip even on tarmac roads.

Wen Wen sighed, conjured four Water Poker cards and gently tossed them, bursting the vehicle’s tires, setting off the car’s alarm with a buzzing sound.

"I did this to prevent you guys from driving and having an accident, so I am not paying for the tire," Wen Wen murmured as he walked up to the old man.

Seeing the tires he had just rolled get punctured, the old man instantly turned ferocious, his hands swiftly flickering as he rolled the SUV into a giant iron ball and threw it at Wen Wen.

Wen Wen spared two seconds of silence for the SUV’s owner, then casually deflected the iron ball. However, accompanying the iron ball was the old man, his face savage, with arms outstretched.

The old man aimed his miraculous hands at Wen Wen, intending to roll him into perfect roundness as well.

But without Wen Wen moving a muscle, a burst of purple-black energy formed into claws and tossed the old man away.

Then, Wen Wen’s pupils constricted as he realized the claws he formed with the energy of the Faceless Demon were missing a finger, and that the old man was strikingly holding a purple-black sphere of energy in his hand.

"This old chap really can roll anything... Well, I’ll let you indulge in rolling!"

The old man, moving eerily, rushed towards Wen Wen, who calmly pulled a grenade from his cloak, pulled the pin and tossed it at the old man.

Wen Wen’s throw was not accurate, and with the old man’s speed, he could have easily dodged it, but seeing the uneven surface of the grenade, the old man instinctively ceased his attack on Wen Wen, jumped up to catch the grenade and started rolling it.

"Even in battle, his instinct to roll takes precedence. No wonder he’s a Containment Item,"

The old man kept rolling until the grenade suddenly exploded, sending sharp shrapnel and searing flames engulfing him, while Wen Wen shielded himself with a thin film of purple-black, blocking all the force of the blast outside.

After the smoke cleared, the old man stood dazed with a dirt-smudged face, unable to understand why the object he was rolling exploded.

Though he looked disheveled, he was actually unharmed, except for his palms turning charred.

Wen Wen raised an eyebrow and tossed another grenade, which the old man once again instinctively caught...

With a pile of grenades more in Wen Wen’s cloak, even if all were rolled into explosion, Wen Wen wouldn’t mind.

Finally, after rolling and exploding fourteen grenades, the old man seemed to run out of energy, could no longer roll the grenades, and squatted on the ground, feigning sleep.

And Wen Wen took this opportunity to launch chains that dragged the old man into the Sanctuary.

"This old man really is quite interesting, might be of great use in the future,"

The explosions of the more than ten grenades made significant noise, enough to prove he spent the night diligently hunting monsters, thereby unable to meddle in Black Cross’s mess...

...

After hearing Wen Wen’s command, Little Red Riding Hood chuckled and kicked out her little legs in a blur, randomly kicking at the sprawled form of Bapoer.

Then, she ’accidentally’ kicked too hard, sending the unconscious Ben Bo’er flying into Heng An, causing the two to tumble together. This provided Yan Biqing, whom Heng An was watching, with a chance to escape. Without any hesitation, he leaped out of the window.

Heng An gritted his teeth and was about to pursue, as he did not want to let any member of Profane Blood get away.

But at that moment, Tao Qingqing stood in front of him, calmly said, "It was Lord Black Cross who let him go. You don’t need to concern yourselves with this matter any longer."

With a sigh, Heng An stepped back and began to examine Ben Bo’er’s injuries.

As Yan Biqing ran into the night, the more he ran, the more humiliated he felt.

His elder brother had been apprehended by the shameless humans, and he couldn’t even handle Heng An, much less Little Red Riding Hood, who was said to have instantly killed his brother.

Realizing he couldn’t save Ben Bo’er or avenge him on his own, he decided to seek help from other Profane Blood members. Both he and his brother were forced into helping Ruixing Group; they certainly ought to lend a hand in this.

If it were Ben Bo’er, he would definitely have realized that with an opponent like Little Red Riding Hood, there was no way he could escape with his strength; their decision to let him go must have had an ulterior motive.

However, Yan Biqing just thought he was lucky, completely unaware of a shadow quietly trailing him from behind.

This shadow was Yan Biqing. He had now invested all his attribute points into tracking skills, effortlessly following Yan Biqing; yet Yan Biqing was oblivious.

After jogging for a while, Yan Biqing stopped. He suddenly realized that he actually had no idea where Profane Blood was located.

They had only just joined Profane Blood as external affiliates and had no right to know the whereabouts of their base.

Yan Biqing scratched his head and pondered for a long time so long that Wen Wen was about to order Yan Biqing to simply capture him. But then he remembered, Ben Bo’er had contacted the Profane Blood headquarters by phone.

And his cell phone should also have the contact number of a Profane Blood liaison...

So he clumsily unlocked his phone, found the contact for the Profane Blood liaison, and dialed it.

"May I ask who is speaking?" The person on the other end of the phone spoke in a carefree tone.

Yan Biqing swallowed hard, "It’s, it’s me, Yan Biqing."

The person on the other end was silent for a moment, then said, "Ah, the Fish Monster’s brother, right? What’s up?"

"My brother was captured by humans’ superpower users while he was carrying out a task for you. Can you help retrieve him?" Yan Biqing stammered.

Usually, the most he asked was what his brother was going to do; now that it was his turn to take charge, he was somewhat at a loss for words.

"Tell me the details," the person on the other end of the phone asked Yan Biqing.

So, Yan Biqing started with Ben Bo’er’s plan and told the person everything he knew.

After listening, the person said, "You told them you were with Profane Blood?"

"We did, but after that, they were even harsher—the complete opposite of respecting you. You must stand up for us."

The person on the other end paused for a while, then said to Yan Biqing, "From today onward, you’re no longer external members of Profane Blood."

After saying that, the person immediately hung up the phone. Just before the phone disconnected, a streak of green light penetrated it...