Light Fortress
Chapter 438 - 93 Yinta’s Blizzard Night (Part 2)

Chapter 438: Chapter 93 Yinta’s Blizzard Night (Part 2)

C29 Warehouse is the largest warehouse in Zone C.

In the small city of Yinta, which is divided into four areas: ABCD, hundreds of identical steel containers are scattered across the regions. Except for Deep Sea, no one knows what secrets these steel beasts harboring in the wind and snow hold within their bellies.

"Click."

The communicator was crushed.

Tiny fragments fell from Bai Zesheng’s palm as he opened his hand, allowing the pulverized communicator to drift away, mingling with the wind and snow.

A black trench coat swayed in the heavy snowfall.

He adjusted the brim of his hat, revealing a face that gradually changed... Bai Zesheng controlled the sealed object’s power, slowly shifting from Bai Buzheng back to his true self.

"It seems that even ten more days of snow... still won’t freeze you to death."

He looked at the young man in front of him, dressed in worker’s uniform, clapped his hands and spoke indifferently, "You should be clear, Yinta’s closure order was issued remotely from Changye... I couldn’t have intervened at that time, the Family Head was watching."

On the other side of the blizzard stood a shadow as dark as ink.

In the dimly lit night.

It seemed to blend into the surrounding darkness.

Only... there was a faint scent of blood dissipating in the wind and snow, quickly scattered and lost in the frigid air, but it was still a tangible "trace."

The shadow’s work clothes were soaked with a faint trail of blood. His breathing was still steady, but his voice sounded somewhat weak: "Link is broken... won’t those people follow up?"

Bai Zesheng smiled.

He lifted his head to look at the tilt of the energy panels in the distant sky. In the pitch-black night, these panels looked like giant swords suspended beyond the heavens, with tens of thousands of tons of blizzard falling off their broad blades.

These floating panels give Deep Sea two ranges of signal that can be controlled.

When closed, the signal is stable.

When opened, the signal becomes chaotic.

Bai Zesheng said with a hint of sarcasm, "At the start of Yinta’s construction, I vehemently recommended emulating the fortresses of the North Continent, casting these ’floating panels’, even if this would cost 20% more than planned by the Bai Family... Clearly, this suggestion was wise. Without the stable link of Deep Sea, the entire Yinta has become a silent safehouse."

"Don’t worry, Mr. Jin."

He said calmly, "For now... this stalemate can last a bit longer. Although not for much time, it is ample enough for our meeting tonight."

Mr. Jin, the shadow, breathed a sigh of relief.

He tore open the front of his work clothes, and at the chest area of his tight undershirt, there was a chilling slash wound. The cut was repeatedly torn and infected, now festering... The severe cold had also encrusted the pus-filled wound with a thin layer of ice.

Bai Zesheng narrowed his eyes.

He took out a second vial of medicine from his sleeve and tossed it over.

It was an improved version of the injection previously used... Its effects were less fierce, and it didn’t come with significant side effects.

This injection was a kind of "stimulant," allowing Transcendents to maintain high levels of hormone secretion, thereby keeping their spirits heightened... Of course, after the effects wore off, the user would pay a certain price, entering a period of mental exhaustion.

Having endured nearly a hundred hours of desperate fleeing.

Every minute, every second, his spiritual power was tightly wound, and even Mr. Jin’s formidable willpower was close to its limit.

He took the vial.

Suppressing the pain, he injected it into the wound... At first, his body shook violently, but after a few seconds, it returned to complete calm. He did not carelessly discard the syringe but stored it carefully.

"Things went wrong with the assassination attempt on Frozen Prairie... Someone was hiding even deeper than I was. That’s your negligence," Mr. Jin said, as his spirit stabilized, and he looked coldly at Bai Zesheng, "You know Bai Xiu so well... how could you not know that such a Sacrificial was hidden at his side?"

"I refuse to take responsibility for this," Bai Zesheng said expressionlessly. "When Bai Xiu left Changye, I had already made it clear... a ’Sacrificial’ from the Bai Family would definitely follow him, and this person was designated by the Family Head. Even Bai Xiu himself didn’t know what kind of existence the Sacrificial really was. And you... since you arranged the assassination, you needed to be flawless. Now that it’s failed, don’t look for excuses on me. To clean up this mess... I still have a lot of trouble to deal with."

After hearing this, Mr. Jin could only remain silent.

Two seconds later, Mr. Jin sighed and said in a complicated tone, "I’ve done my best. That Sacrificial... wasn’t like the others I’ve encountered before. He was a madman. The first strike was already lethal; half of his head was nearly sheared off, but even so, he showed no fear, blocking all the attacks and counterattacking."

With just these simple sentences.

Although Bai Zesheng did not witness the assassination attempt on the Frozen Prairie Ice Lake, he could well imagine the horror of the scene.

No wonder, Bai Xiu was so furious during the family hall meeting.

Mr. Jin looked at Bai Zesheng and said, "If this assassination attempt failed, there will be other opportunities."

"Another opportunity?"

Bai Zesheng laughed, his voice low and furious as he spoke, word by word, "Do you know... how hard it was to find this opportunity? The right time, place, and people... Next time, perhaps that demon Bai Xiu will have become Titled. By then, he’ll crush you like an ant, needing only to stretch out two fingers to grind you to dust!"