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Chapter 316 - 316 316 Illusion Fox's Revenge

316: Chapter 316: Illusion Fox’s Revenge 316: Chapter 316: Illusion Fox’s Revenge Yanjing, National Security Bureau.

“What, Director Jin, you want us to go to Hong Kong.” Early in the morning, as soon as Tianjing and the others arrived at the headquarters of the National Security Bureau, they were called to the director’s office for a “tea chat.”

“Yes, what’s the matter, do you have any doubts?” Jin Li put down the newspaper in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and spoke to the four people in front of him in a faint tone.

“But we didn’t receive any notice beforehand…

and we’re not prepared at all.” Shen Wu said awkwardly.

“What do you need to prepare for?

You’re going there to complete a mission, not for a vacation.

Check your equipment; the car to the airport is already waiting outside.” Jin Li sipped his green tea and picked up the newspaper again.

“Mission?” Tianjing asked.

“Yes, due to the local government’s request in Hong Kong, we need the aid of our National Security Bureau’s Divine Weapon Special Group.

Time is pressing.

All the mission details are in this file bag.

You can read it on the way.

” Jin Li picked up a brown paper bag from the table and handed it to Tianjing, “Remember, don’t embarrass me, this isn’t Yanjing.”

“Don’t worry, Director Jin.” Jing Xie said with a smile, being a hardworking and compliant person, who always rigorously completes assigned orders without any objections.

“Then, Director, after completing the mission, can we rest a bit in Hong Kong?” Phoenix smiled and spoke, Hong Kong is famously a tourist city, attracting many visitors each year.

The workload at the National Security Bureau is heavy, and they rarely get holidays, so naturally, they hoped to take this opportunity to take a break.

“No, come back immediately.” Jin Li decisively refused without even lifting his eyes from the newspaper.

“Oh… okay then.” Phoenix sounded a bit deflated, and the four left the office and directly boarded the car heading for the airport.

After the four left, Jin Li felt somewhat sentimental and slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, the headline: Tomb Spirit Organization resurfaces in Hong Kong.

These young people were facing a tough challenge this time.

…

On the helicopter flying to Hong Kong.

“Tianjing, have you seen this mission?” The four of them looked at the mission brief inside the brown paper bag with somber expressions.

After a long while, Shen Wu tentatively asked.

“No wonder they need our help there.

Damn, SAD isn’t enough to fight those demons.” Tianjing put down the brief, a slight smile on his face, and then rubbed his temples.

“I heard that Mr.

Ye is also in Hong Kong.” Phoenix blurted out, revitalizing the other three.

“What did you say?” Tianjing asked.

“Mr.

Ye, he’s also in Hong Kong.” Phoenix repeated.

“Such a coincidence?” Tianjing showed a puzzled look, somewhat disbelieving.

Could the re-emergence of the Tomb Spirit Organization be related to him?

But on second thought, if we have his help, the mission might be much simpler.

Two hours later, the helicopter slowly landed at the military airport in Hong Kong, to the four’s surprise, the welcoming…

seemed a bit too grand.

As they opened the helicopter door, a crowd of people came towards them, including some in military uniform, some in suits, and even a few fully armed.

“Chief Qin, why are you here?” Tianjing exclaimed in surprise.

The middle-aged man in front of him, named Qin Feng, was the Chief Executive of Hong Kong.

Glancing to the side, all the high officials of Hong Kong – directors and bureau chiefs, among others – were in attendance.

“Mr.

Tianjing, I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly.” Qin Feng excitedly shook Tianjing’s hand and then pointed to a man and a woman beside him.

“Let me introduce you.

This is the Commander of SAD, Jian Jiang, and this is the Squad Leader, Cheng Luoqi.” Beside Qin Feng stood many officials, but first he introduced the two commanders of SAD, obviously showing his sincerity as this was no time for mere formalities.

“Hello.” Tianjing walked over to Jian Jiang, extending his hand.

The man was burly with a square face and sword-like eyebrows, imposing with a Righteous Qi, like a Great General, fitting his status.

“Hello.” Jian Jiang also reached out, shaking hands politely.

“Alright, let’s talk about matters in the conference room.” Qin Feng smiled and led them away, and seeing the Chief Executive depart, the crowd behind him dispersed as well.

…

Hong Kong, Hospital.

Nightmare lay in a hospital bed in patient attire, flipping through a newspaper, coincidentally the same one that Jin Li had.

The headline: Tomb Spirit Organization reemerges in Hong Kong.

Nightmare casually turned the page, looking at some entertainment news.

He had been living a boring but comfortable life these past few days.

Since he could remember, it had been a long time since he felt such peace, living the retired life of an old man—drinking tea, taking strolls, and reading the paper.

But tomorrow, he would be discharged from the hospital.

At this moment, a nurse slowly walked in and approached his bed.

“Hello, time for your injection.” The nurse spoke indifferently.

Nightmare’s eyes were fixed on the newspaper; his left hand naturally extended.

The nurse took out a bottle of alcohol, a rubber tourniquet, and a syringe from the box, and quietly lifted the towel from the box, revealing a sharp military knife underneath, and the corners of her mouth beneath the mask slightly curved upwards.

“What’s the matter, you can’t wait to kill me now?” Suddenly, Nightmare spoke coldly, glancing at the nurse.

As his words fell, a flicker of surprise crossed the nurse’s face, her right hand gripping the knife, while her left hand forcefully pinned Nightmare to the bed.

Unexpectedly, Nightmare did not resist, and the nurse easily held him down, the knife hanging over his head.

“How did you know it was me?” The woman didn’t strike immediately but instead tore off her facial mask, revealing a beautiful, cold face and coldly asking Nightmare.

“Illusion Fox, I’m too familiar with you.

There’s no need to hide.” Nightmare’s expression was calm, seemingly ignoring the gleaming blade.

“Of course, if I hadn’t worn a mask, I probably would’ve been killed by your Netherworld Palace people a long time ago.

How else would I have gotten in here so easily?” Indeed, the visitor was Illusion Fox, her face now devoid of the usual tenderness shown to Nightmare, replaced with an icy look, as if the person in front of her was her sworn enemy.

“You know I won’t hurt you,” Nightmare said calmly with a slight smile, silence filling the room.

“Actually, Ailina already told me about that day.

Thanks for last time,” Nightmare suddenly added.

Upon hearing this, Illusion Fox’s face abruptly changed, her hand holding the knife trembling, her eyes moistening.

“Why, then why do you treat me like this?” Illusion Fox yelled at Nightmare, almost hysterical, yet the blade in her hand remained unlifted.