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Chapter 584 - 584 316 A Group of Wastes (4200)_1

Chapter 584: 316 A Group of Wastes (4200)_1 Chapter 584: 316 A Group of Wastes (4200)_1 That night.

Fengnan City, a group of buildings known as the Water Cloud Guild Hall.

From the outside, it looked like any normal guild hall with its tall white walls, cast iron gates, nestled among green trees and having a majestic roof. A few people, garbed like security personnel, were stationed at the entrance.

In the veil of the night, the red and blue embers of lit cigarettes flashed intermittently.

If one were to look beyond the tall walls from the bird’s eye view, they would realize that the Water Cloud Guild Hall was not ordinary. Its layout was lax on the outside yet strict within, unlike any regular guild hall.

Inside the building complex, streetlights cast their warm yellow glow evenly across the ground at regular intervals. Men dressed in snug black uniforms patrolled back and forth, their eyes cold and alert, immediately investigating any trace of movement in the darkness.

Each of these men had a handgun at their waist and well-muscled bodies. One look was enough to reveal the nature of their work, the same as the color of the uniforms they wore.

The complex housed many buildings, some pitch black, others lit bright. The street outside was patterned with trapezoidal pieces of bright yellow light, illuminating even the small pebbles on the pavement.

The largest building of them all, however, was brightly lit as always.

On the second floor was the meeting room.

Several silhouettes huddled beside a long dark red wooden table, their respective discerning gazes interlocking. The tension in the room was palpable, a dense and frozen air engulfing the chamber.

Their glances darted about, eventually settling on the man seated at the head of the table. He sat tall and upright in a red leather recliner as if his spine were made of iron. Both his hands rested on the table, fingers intertwined. His gentlemanly hat partially covered his face, leaving only the sharp contours of his nose and his stubble-covered chin visible. His thin lips, pressed together lightly, emanated an aura of stark intensity.

Something to pay attention to was the pair of white gloves he wore.

A distinctive velvety texture, branded on the back.

They bore a spade-shaped “J”.

He remained as still as a statue, waiting a good five minutes before finally lifting his head, revealing his deep blue eyes. His gaze leisurely swept across the room, laying eyes on all the men present.

“According to the telegraph news received this afternoon, the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department have made excellent progress in their counterattack against the Sand Dust Organization. You know what? In just one day, no, strictly speaking, less than a day, we’ve taken over an important transportation node in Black Sand City — an antique transit warehouse belonging to the Sand Dust Organization. We’ve seized a hundred priceless antiques,” the man paused briefly, before continuing.

“Not only that, but they also inflicted heavy losses on the Sand Dust Organization in yesterday’s operation. Several high-ranking assassins were killed. Six members within the top sixty ranks of the Sand Dust Organization were taken down. Three among the top fifteen. Even the fifth in rank met his end.”

At this news, the men on either side of the long table shared glances, their tensed eyebrows seeming to relax a bit as they breathed silent sighs of relief.

“Hehe…” Spade “J” chuckled softly, observing reactions from the crowd.

“Do you know why I’m sharing this news? It’s to compare the successes of these two departments against the mess of our Transportation Department! Once again, we’ve been robbed, with both transportation teams wiped out. They even had the audacity to attack us yesterday, causing us to suffer dozens of casualties! All of them were trained gunners, losing men and resources…” he tilted his head back.

“The gap is just too big…” Spade “J” remarked, clearly disappointed.

At this point, one of the men retorted.

“Sir, we were ambushed by the biochem squad of the Sand Dust Organization. These biochemical humans are superhuman, fearless, and are regarded as the ace of the Sand Dust Organization. Some losses were inevitable…”

Almost instantly, other subordinate voices chimed in.

“Exactly, those biochemical monsters are too brutal, they are not even afraid of bullets and firearms, how are we supposed to shoot? The Firefox Organization was taken down by them, our gunners, no matter how skilled they are, can’t beat those monsters…”

“In my opinion, given the current situation, it’s best we maintain our defenses or consolidate them. We should wait for reinforcements from the Antiques and Assassination departments. This is the only way we can withstand the ace of the Sand Dust Organization…”

The room erupted with discussion, immediately filling the air with a flurry of voices.

Zing!

Suddenly, a flash of metallic glimmer gleamed across the meeting room, as a throwing knife whizzed through the air, plunging itself into the table.

It landed right in the center of the wooden table, standing erect with the end slightly trembling. The blade was buried two-thirds deep into the table.

Under the bright yellow light, its surface reflected a muted glow. You could tell from the look of it that this throwing knife was a custom alloy, designed specifically for aerodynamic spinning and sliding in the air. The point and edges were exceptionally sharp, a faint trace of a blood groove reflected along its edge.

The silence that ensued was almost instantaneous, everyone in the room immediately held their tongues, casting fear-filled glances towards the head of the table.

Spade “J” held his left elbow up on the table, balling his hand into a fist. Between the spaces of his clenched fingers, protruded the tips of three throwing knives, gleaming brilliantly in the light.

“Have you all quieted down?” With a flick of his fingers, the blades vanished as if swallowed by his black sleeve. It appeared as if there was some sort of mechanism within his sleeve that could readily retract or dispense the throwing knives.

Spade “J” tapped his fingers on the thick desk, his deep voice slightly hoarse, “I understand the significant impact of Spade Q’s unconsciousness from serious injuries during the transportation task. However, now that I’m in charge, there’s no room for defeatist talk. And furthermore, I refuse to believe that these so-called biochemical humans are truly invincible. It was merely due to the inadequacy of the handguns and submachine guns carried during the previous transportation task…”