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Chapter 583 - 583 315 New Black Spade “A” Organization (4000) _2

Chapter 583: 315 New Black Spade “A” Organization (4000) _2 Chapter 583: 315 New Black Spade “A” Organization (4000) _2 Purple had paid special attention, even staying up all night. This morning, looking in the mirror, his whole person was glowing even though he hadn’t slept a night, and he was in much better shape than when he’d had a regular sleep schedule.

The small blemishes left by adolescence on his skin had faded and disappeared, and his originally fair complexion had become more like porcelain.

These were their transformations, clearly presented before their eyes.

So, when they came to the restaurant for breakfast today and saw Casio, a subtle change took place in their heart again.

The resistance from being forced to convert into a Demon Seed and being controlled was weakened again. They were already willing to accept it somewhat.

Some of them changed their minds quickly, and already started racking their brains, thinking about how to club the other senior members of the Black Spade “A” Organization and its two leaders with the same black color. That is to say, Casio’s color.

At the dining table, White bird relayed the information he had previously shared with Casio to the other senior level members. They planned to depart early, travelling from Black Sand City to Rain Mountain City, to meet up with Jazz and Black Spade “Q”.

Then they would all go to Fengnan City together to confront the Sand Dust Organization.

As for the men gathered in Black Sand City, some of the elites would be taken along. The rest would be tasked with transporting antiques, moving numerous artifacts from the Sand Dust Organization into their own Antique warehouse. This was an important task.

Therefore, the Antiques department and Assassination department needed to each leave behind a senior-level member to oversee and ensure the smooth progress of the work here.

After some discussion,

The person from the Assassination Department who eventually stayed behind was Red Tooth.

The person from the Antiques Department who eventually stayed behind was Scholar.

As for White bird, Purple, and Kuo who were going to Rain Mountain City with Casio. This time, he also brought along his subordinates, Bass, Pivot Orchid, and Sonya. They left at ten in the morning on July 22nd, boarded the train. The eighth and ninth carriages were all filled with members of the Black Spade “A” Organization.

Two P.M.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

A black-green double-decker train whizzed forward on the metal tracks. White steam billowing from the top and it accelerated rapidly.

Casio pulled back the white curtain, watching the fine rain hitting the glass, splattering layers of mist. The scenery outside the window was blurred into a cluster of greens and blacks, and he could barely make out the passing trees lining the road. Cold wind blew in through the half-inch-wide gap in the window, and faint splashes of water splattered in.

The blonde youth propped his elbow on the edge of the window, his thumb pressed on his temple, and his index finger pressed on the cross indent on his forehead. For some reason, he didn’t feel well now. There was an inexplicable sensation of palpitation in his chest, in both hearts.

Something important seemed to be going to happen soon.

He didn’t know whether it would be good or bad, it was just an intuition.

However, for fighters at this level, whose Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been honed beyond the limit and even possessed Qi, sometimes they really had premonitions of things that were going to happen in the future, quite accurately.

Some fighters liked this wonderful premonition, but Casio disliked it. Because that meant something out of the ordinary would happen in the future, out of his control, it was an unknown variable.

If possible, he would rather dispel all the mists before him, flatten allinstabilities, now, past, and future. This would give Casio a greater sense of security.

Only then would he be able to live a peaceful and stable life.

He slightly turned his head and glanced at the train carriage glass. The surface reflected Casio’s face, with the indent on his forehead glowing faintly.

“If there is anything that I completely don’t understand about myself, it would probably be the shards of the door…” He reached out his finger, knocked on his forehead, where the shards were located.

“What is the function of the shards of the door? Why are the core members of the Door Organization so eager for them? The Peacock mentioned at the Mensa Church that the shards of the door seemed to allow one to return to their youth, and continue on the path of martial arts…” Casio frowned, “The information is too scarce…”

During the Era of Retrospection, they had also attempted to pry relevant information from the captured Black Peacock. But they achieved nothing, only some indirect information. For example, the ages of the Black Peacock and the Purple General, both of them were around forty.

A forty-year-old fighter, no, a peak veteran fighter at forty. This was an extraordinary speed of cultivation.

Furthermore, the Black Peacock revealed that he did not start practicing Secret Martial Arts from a young age. Instead, he converted halfway, studying secret techniques.

All the information pointed to one thing.

The shards of the door had hidden uses, and the Door Organization should know the specific information. It certainly not only had the negative effect of inducing Casio into Dark Biological Transformation, but it also must contain positive effects. He was looking forward to the moment he unveiled the veil of the shards.

July 22nd, exactly at six in the evening.

“Whoo~”

A shrill whistle drifted into the train station as a black-green metal python belched black smoke. Twilight dispersed at both ends as the train headlights, like an oncoming meteor, arrived abruptly.

Six-oh-five PM.

Four senior officials from the Antiques and Assassination Departments of Black Spade Organization left the station, hitching rides on several cars headed for the Rain Mountain City branch.

Six-thirty PM.

Casio arrived at the Black Spade Organization’s Rain Mountain City branch, warmly received by the already present Black Spade Jazz, who couldn’t sing Casio’s praises enough. He was quite pleased with Casio’s formidable capabilities and high efficiency, even jokingly vowed to let Casio succeed him as the head honcho of the Assassination Department.

Six-thirty-one PM.

Casio became the head of the Assassination Department.

Six-thirty-five PM.

Black Spade Jazz was warmly welcomed by people like White bird, Purple, and Kuoshao, and joined the new Black Spade Organization group.

Seven PM.

The de facto leader of the Antiques Department, Black Spade Professor, sauntered in late, immediately inquiring about several hundred antique items confiscated from Sand Dust Organization. He was in high spirits, particularly admiring Casio who contributed the most to this raid. After few drinks, he proposed, in front of Jazz, that Casio join the Antiques Department as he believed such talent should shine in that department.

Everyone was having a grand old time.

Seven-oh-five PM.

Casio became the head of the Antiques Department.

Seven-ten PM.

The dining room of the Black Spade Organization’s Rain Mountain City branch.

The scholarly, cultured professor was sobered up with wake-up tea. He blinked open groggy, flushed eyes to find everyone looking at him, with his old friend Jazz conveying a strange, complex look. The professor sat up on the sofa.

He asked in a slurred voice,

“What happened? Why… why are you all staring at me?”

Then a handsome blond youth walked over from afar. White bird, Purple, and Kuoshao abruptly yet crisply addressed him as ‘sir.’ His old friend Jazz opened his mouth, displaying a conflicted expression before quietly uttering the ‘sir’ title.

Tap tap tap…

The clear footsteps grew closer before stopping.

The professor lifted his head to see a man in a black trench coat standing two meters away, expressionless, his blue eyes tinged with red. He emanated an inexplicable oppressive strength and deterrence.

Cold and aloof.

His aura compelled people to want to bow in submission.

Perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, the professor swallowed uneasily, following suit in addressing him as ‘sir.’

The blond youth suddenly smiled, nodding his head. There seemed to be a spark of admiration in his eyes, as if he was recognizing a stalwart figure who knew the score.

He turned on his heel, leaving.

Only his words were left echoing in the dining room,

“The train leaves at eight-thirty tonight. Get ready by seven-thirty to leave the branch. Should arrive in Fengnan city by eight tomorrow morning…”

Outside the dining room, there was a heavy moon, casting mottled shadows on the trees.

Bursts of evening wind slapped against Casio’s face, as he slowly opened his palm, a tricolor aura of red, purple and black dancing and ascending from the center of his palm.

Almost like a multicolored ember.

“Sand Dust Organization, Blood Spirit Association, the Devil’s Book… none of what passes through my hands can be taken by anyone else…”

snap! His palms joined tightly, gripping fiercely.