Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 548 - 546 Sword Qi Crystal

Chapter 548: Chapter 546 Sword Qi Crystal

All of the Federation’s secret organizations can generally be divided into three tiers.

The top-tier secret organizations naturally include "Profane Blood," "Truth Society," "Glory Church"... and a few others that are related to Calamity Level entities from the Inner World, and possess Catastrophe Level experts in the real world.

Although these organizations are no match for the Hunters Association, they often pose a great threat to it, and not even Wen Wen can afford to take them lightly.

The second tier includes organizations like "Absurd Words" and "Silver Brotherhood."

They are like rats in the sewers, not daring to cause trouble openly, and they typically worship higher-level Evil Gods from the Inner World.

The strength of such Evil Gods is much greater than that of the average Catastrophe-Level expert, and they can even extend some of their power into the real world.

However, since they are not at the level of Calamity, the strongest individuals within these organizations are generally of the Disaster True Sequence.

As for the third tier, they are not even worth mentioning, varying in size, and usually just small gangs of superpower users.

Wen Wen had once worked in Furong River City and, under the leadership of Lin Zheyuan, eradicated an entire organization, rooting them out completely...

With Wen Wen’s current strength, only the first-tier secret organizations are truly worth his concern. As for the second tier, as long as he doesn’t run directly into their headquarters, he can walk away unscathed.

Therefore, Wen Wen was extremely unfriendly towards this Clown, and he was rubbing his hands together, ready to get physical.

Upon hearing Wen Wen call his organization "a bunch of nobodies," the Clown’s face turned an iron blue, his fingers danced continuously, and throwing knives flew towards Wen Wen nonstop.

The power of each throwing knife was no less than that of large-caliber sniper rifle bullets, but Wen Wen dealt with them quite comfortably.

He leisurely took out the special metal playing cards he had confiscated from Wu Wang and used these cards to precisely block each throwing knife. The knives and the playing cards collided mid-air, creating sparks everywhere between the two.

The Clown fired almost a hundred knives in succession, then reached into his clothing to fumble around for a while before his face drastically changed.

All his throwing knives were used up!

But Wen Wen’s playing cards showed no signs of wear because the cards from Wu Wang were self-retrieving.

However, Wen Wen didn’t continue shooting at the Clown with the playing cards. Instead, he charged towards the Clown like a black panther, covering a dozen meters in just two steps.

The Clown’s eyes bulged as he kicked a colorful ball towards Wen Wen; then he began to transform, intending to fight Wen Wen in an Assimilation State.

But Wen Wen agilely jumped over the colorful ball, stepping on it for leverage, and landed next to the Clown, his large hand slamming onto the Clown’s face and sending him crashing to the ground.

The floor, as solid as steel, was directly indented into a person-shaped crater by Wen Wen, who seemed to hear the hotel’s lament.

The Clown, having taken such a hit from Wen Wen, had his transformation abruptly halted. As he tried to rise and retaliate, pain shot through his limbs – his limbs were now nailed to the floor with a dense array of metal playing cards!

"There can’t possibly be an expert like you in this hotel, who are you!"

According to their information, only the hotel manager in this old hotel was supposed to possess the strength of an Assimilation Realm.

The "Absurd Words" had four people, with Ti Qin leading as an Assimilation Mid-Sequence, while the others were all Assimilation Lower Sequence. The Clown never imagined that someone as tough as Wen Wen would be present, preventing him from even activating his Assimilation State in time.

"You’ve won. Kill or flay me as you please," the Clown said, glaring at Wen Wen without any intention of submitting.

Wen Wen crouched next to his head, patting his face with a metal playing card and said, "I don’t want to kill you, nor do I want to flay you. I just want to know why you attacked this place."

"I won’t tell you anything. We, the Merry Troublemakers, would rather be shattered jade than a whole tile!"

The Clown said with righteous indignation, acting as if he were a Demon Hunter prepared to make a noble sacrifice...

"Although I don’t know what your goal is, thank you for saving me. Leave the interrogation to me," said the buck-toothed old security guard, who crawled over to Wen Wen despite his serious injuries.

Wen Wen looked at the old security guard in surprise. Normally, he should have treated Wen Wen as an enemy too, but this attitude seemed a little off.

"I wasn’t trying to save you... but go ahead," Wen Wen wanted to see how the buck-toothed old security guard would interrogate the Clown.

The old security guard took off the Clown’s shoes, and immediately a stench akin to poison gas spread throughout the nearby space, forcing Wen Wen to cover his nose and step back a few paces.

He felt somewhat relieved that the Clown had been wearing shoes during the fight; otherwise, if he had to fight amidst that stink, the bout would have not been the least bit enjoyable.

The old security guard, being closer to the Clown, almost vomited from the stench, but he quickly overcame it with sheer willpower and said viciously to the Clown:

"My rule is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You kicked me with this foot, so I shall return the favor with the same foot!"

After saying that, the old security guard, eyes flashing fiercely, charged at the foot and bit down!

Yes, he bit down!

Wen Wen’s expression shifted, and then he went to the corner of the room and began to retch; the sight had sickened him to the core—it was toxic!

To bite into that smelly foot, this buck-toothed old security guard was truly a fierce warrior!

Although Wen Wen had fed his own dead skin to Three Cubs, at least his feet didn’t stink!

After being bitten by the old security guard, the Clown could no longer bear it.

"Make him stop! Make him stop, I’ll tell you everything, just ask!"

The buck-toothed old security guard’s teeth were gnawing not only on flesh but also on the soul, causing a pain far beyond any physical suffering.

"We attacked this place to take back what’s ours, a ’Sword Qi Crystal’!"

"It’s said to be the condensed energy of a Xun-style ancestor from the Disaster True Sequence who died over two hundred years ago."

"It contains the full strength of a True Order Realm Swordsman, and if the ’Merry Troublemaker’ could get that crystal, he could gain even greater power..."

"We had been plotting for a long time and finally stole the Sword Qi Crystal from the Xun-Style Cemetery. After passing through many hands, it was hijacked by that bald assassin at the last moment."

"So we must take the item back!"

The Clown said while grimacing in pain, his foot hurting terribly.

Wen Wen, covering his mouth and nose with a black energy, asked: "Then why didn’t you go talk to Red Beard? With your strength, just to catch an assassin here, there’s no reason for Red Beard to refuse."

The Clown spat out and said: "Lately, that guy Red Beard has been crazy about making a Demon Sword. If he knew about the existence of the Sword Qi Crystal, he would surely fight us for it without hesitation."

Wen Wen’s eyes lighted up slightly: "Demon Sword!"