The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 512 - 275 Clean-up... Welcome the Envoy!

Chapter 512: Chapter 275 Clean-up... Welcome the Envoy!

But nothing happened.

Nothing happened at all.

The "Cloud Piercing Arrow" had already been shot, but the so-called "mighty army" did not descend.

All the big shots present looked at the open window, and no one commented on it.

At that moment, the number of big shots on site was still twenty-five, consistent with the number when the Taigong Dynasty was established. However, only half of the twenty-five "Founding Fathers" were still at the scene. The rest had joined after the expansion of the Taigong Dynasty. They didn’t experience the period of territory expansion of the dynasty, nor had they witnessed the miraculous aspects of the four Black Robed Envoys.

This naturally divided the big shots into two factions. The Elder Faction, with varied abilities and identities, shared the common trait of immense respect for the seldom-seen Black Robed Envoys and revered the legendary "Taigong" as a god. The Newcomer Faction, on the other hand, were the ones absorbed later. Often more capable, but their faith in the elusive "Taigong" and Black Robed Envoys was more superficial.

"So what do we do now?" someone asked, puzzled, from the edge of the sofa.

"It’s been less than a minute," Mr. Lee replied, showing absolute trust in the Black Robed Envoys, "They will definitely come!"

"Wait? How do we wait?" questioned another. "We hardly brought any weapons."

"I have prepared some," Mr. Lee responded quickly, opening the Simulated Light Screen on his wristwatch. After operating it, he called out to Rodhe by the stage, "Get that guy down!"

"Yes, Mr. Lee," Rodhe promptly complied, pulling the drug dealer with a roughness that underscored the urgency, dragging him aside.

Then, the central stage in the box sank down, flipped over, and two pentagonal columns rose up. The pentagonal walls were lined with firearms, while the ground was covered with boxes of ammunition.

Unlike the scenes often seen in movies and TV shows, the weapons wall of Mr. Lee did not feature various kinds of guns. Almost all were the same: a type of high-capacity, high-rate submachine gun produced by the Huang Kong Group—simple to use and very powerful.

The uniform gun models meant that ammunition could also be the same type, reducing a lot of trouble.

He stockpiled these arms for combat, not for show. Everything was aimed at achieving the most direct combat effectiveness.

Most people in the Taigong Dynasty had not received professional firearms training. For them, no gun was more effective than these simple to operate, powerful submachine guns.

"Are we really going to hold up here?" frowned one of the big shots, "I do not doubt whether the Envoys will come to rescue us; I’m just worried..."

"There’s no need to worry," Mr. Lee asserted, his fervor a stark contrast to his usually calm demeanor.

This fervency chilled the Newcomer Faction, but ignited a fiery passion within the Elder Faction.

"Yes, they will definitely come! This dance hall is the symbol of our Taigong Dynasty. If we flee and abandon it, our very foundation will disappear!" someone from the Elder Faction shouted, prompting others to think.

Indeed, if they abandoned the dance hall and fled, they would lose their standing in Zone F.

In other words, everyone in the underworld would think that "Taigong" would not protect them, which would severely affect the cohesion within the dynasty.

Thus, at this moment, a significant difference in opinions emerged between the two factions. The Elder Faction, led by Mr. Lee, staunchly supported all his decisions, while the Newcomer Faction wanted to avoid the immediate threat more rationally.

Neither side was wrong; everything had to be judged by the outcome.

"You don’t think you can still run away, do you?" At that point, Drew, held down by a couple of strong men, sneered, "I also know the location of the back door. Do you think I’d let you escape?"

The faces of everyone changed at once, except for Mr. Lee, who remained unfathomable.

Drew continued, "I can tell you that right now, Garcia’s people are all over the street outside. You can’t get away. Only by submitting to Evon Garcia will you be able to survive."

"Evon Garcia promised me that as long as we publicly submit to him, we will keep our territory. Not only that, but he would also help us strengthen our subordinates and improve our weaponry with supplies from the Seks Group. Weaponry! Enough to take over the whole of Zone F, and we could even expand into Zone E!" Drew’s face bore a convincing expression, knowing full well that there were divisions within the dynasty and now he was exacerbating them.

"I have a communicator given to me by Evon Garcia; he contacts me every ten minutes," Drew said, his expression turning earnest, "We’ve been colleagues for so long, I truly wouldn’t harm you."

He sighed and continued, "This so-called ’Taigong,’ we’ve never even seen him. Are you really willing to give up a future of wealth and glory for such a name, to die here like this?"