Super Island Tycoon

The Supreme Leader did not answer Jiang Cheng’s question. He suddenly brandished his long sword, crazily charging at Jiang Cheng, the sword in his hand ceaselessly aiming at Jiang Cheng’s new position.

At this point, the Supreme Leader’s eyes were bloodshot, and his hat had been knocked off, revealing his black and white hair intermixed, making him look like a mad demon, gritting his teeth, eager to slay his opponent before him with a single sword strike.

One sword, two swords, until the Supreme Leader issued his third sword strike.

Jiang Cheng swung his long sword, parrying the incoming sword, then swiftly followed through with a fierce punch from his left hand, sending the Supreme Leader flying.

The Supreme Leader’s body viciously collided with a pillar, his head cracked and bleeding, struggling to flip his body over, leaning against the pillar, watching Jiang Cheng walking toward him.

Stopping not far from the Supreme Leader, Jiang Cheng crossed his hands before his body, looking down at the Supreme Leader.

”I stand by my words, reveal the secret of the Little Flaming Firebird, and you’ll get a chance to save your life.” Jiang Cheng said with a raised eyebrow, ”No doubt, the Little Flaming Crow is ours, this time we will definitely take her away. You say you don’t have the Little Flaming Firebird, what’s the use of just having its secrets?”

”Hahaha,” the Supreme Leader laughed maniacally, ”Yes, I have no chance of getting that bird again, but you will never have the chance to know its secrets.”

Jiang Cheng looked at him coldly: ”I fear you are happy too soon. Even if you die now, I can still read your memory.”

”Of course, I know some people can read others’ memories. When I was young, I once met such a person.” The Supreme Leader recalled his past: ”But he wasn’t as powerful as you, so we set a trap for him and caught him.”

He lifted his head, looked at Jiang Cheng, and smiled strangely: ”So I also have ways to prevent you from reading my memory.”

Jiang Cheng realized something was wrong and wanted to rush forward, but the Supreme Leader fiercely slammed his head into the pillar with such force that his head now looked like a smashed watermelon.

Clearly, Jiang Cheng could not obtain any information from such a head.

The Supreme Leader of the Black Group committed suicide, before his death, he made a vigorous effort to smash his own head against the pillar, making it utterly destroyed, so Jiang Cheng could not read any memories from his head.

Indeed, after decades of roaming the Dark World, even against himself, he could go that far. It speaks volumes about how ruthless he would be to others, especially to his opponents or those he secretly wanted to eradicate.

Seeing their Supreme Leader dead, while the intruder was still standing there fine, the watching members of the Black Exhaust Group were silent for a moment before suddenly starting to yell.

Kill him, avenge the Supreme Leader!

Go, take him down!

All together now!

Various shouts rose and fell like waves, emotions boiling over, yet not a single person took the lead to charge forward.

No wonder, now that the Supreme Leader of the Black Group had died, and the upper echelon beneath him were also dead, they had become scattered and leaderless.

And after time’s test, through blood and fire’s baptism, the ever-present Black Group, the organization that struck terror into countless hearts, from today onward — will no longer exist.

If it does exist, it is only in name, the demise of the Black Exhaust Group is but a matter of time.

These members of the Black Group all understood, even if they charged en masse, they wouldn’t be a match for the person before them, let alone going up only to die in vain?

Too many deaths, the Black Group is doomed anyway.

Jiang Cheng’s hands were in his pockets, coldly watching the members of the Black Group before him.

The Little Flaming Firebird, flying in the air all along, seeing the enemy had died, also descended from above, but she was perceptive, knowing Jiang Cheng was indifferent to her, so she didn’t perch on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder as she did on Yanran’s.

She landed on the ground beside Jiang Cheng, raised her head, and squawked twice.

However, at this moment, Jiang Cheng’s thoughts had already flown far away.

The secrets on the Little Flaming Crow remain unclear as to when they can be unraveled, with the Supreme Leader’s death, it is unknown if anyone else knows any secrets about the Little Flaming Firebird. He suddenly realized something was amiss, where did Yanran and the girl go?

His gaze swept through the members of the Black Group, indeed not seeing Yanran and the girl.

Did they hide themselves or did the enemy take advantage of him focusing elsewhere on the Supreme Leader to abduct them?

Just as he thought of this, a distant sound approached, two transport ships swiftly flew close, one hovered in the air while the other stopped beside Jiang Cheng.

The cabin door opened, Yanran was sitting in the pilot’s seat, waving continuously at Jiang Cheng: ”Teacher, quick, hurry up!”

Despite not understanding what’s happening, the hovering ship overhead transmitted Ba Lv’s voice: ”In another half an hour, this place will be evened out, everyone, quickly come aboard!”

Suddenly, the members of the Black Group exploded, cursing profusely, beginning to retreat from the square, yet not like Jiang Cheng imagined, they would launch a violent attack against him.

Jiang Cheng boarded the transport ship piloted by Yanran, amid this lull, Yanran whistled, and the Little Flaming Crow swooped in from the air, burrowing into Yanran’s embrace.

Time was urgent, both person and bird didn’t have time for affection, as Ba Lv had already set the ship to fly away, Yanran piloted her own ship, closely following behind.

While heading out of the mountain, they frequently saw the disheveled members of the Black Exhaust Group, some running away, others in vehicles, a chaotic end-of-the-world scene.

At such times, everyone was busy escaping, along the way out of the cave, no one attempted to attack them.

The ship exited the cave, circling once in the air, then flew toward another nearby place, minutes later, Ba Lv’s ship began its descent, Yanran didn’t know what she was up to, but she trusted her profoundly, thus also piloted her ship down.

Ahead were several concealed caves, two of which housed gunboats, seeming like all the gunboats of the Black Group were concentrated here.

Jiang Cheng raised his head, observed around, indeed, the place was quite secluded, if unintended, one wouldn’t discover there was actually a gunboat base here.

The guards watching saw descending ships marked with the Black Group symbol, assuming it was someone from headquarters coming to board the gunboats, which was common, so they were carefree, eyeing the ships’ landing without any reaction.