The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 604 - 308: Dying in War_2
He still had many things to do.

Like destroying some evidence that could harm him, like fetching the wealth he had accumulated over these years from Seges Building, and then sneaking back to F District.

Where he came from, there he must return.

He had come to Sages empty-handed and could leave with a savings of one or two hundred thousand, which wasn’t too bad.

However, the two remaining members of the supervision team exchanged glances, and the meaning in their eyes went without saying.

”Bang—” The car door opened and closed for the third time.

In the end, not a single person remained in the car.

It was empty, with only a wristwatch left on the seat.

”Hello? Where are you? Hello?!” The voice of the chairman kept coming from the wristwatch, but no one responded to him anymore.

As the chairman’s voice grew more desperate, the room also fell into a deathly silence.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Fox walked over to Jiang Shu, picked up the Flying Knife, and then approached the head of the security team. With a single slice, he cut the ties binding the head’s hands and handed him the knife.

”Come on, kill him, or you die,” Fox whispered to the head of the security team.

The head of security team silently took the Flying Knife and stood up.

Holding the knife, he surveyed the people around him.

Not a single person had a weapon.

There were also no bulges on their waists or bodies indicating hidden guns.

He had extensive street-fighting experience; perhaps he could seize control of the situation in a fierce struggle.

But that notion dissipated as quickly as it appeared.

”Sorry, chairman,” he said, not flinging the Flying Knife but walking up to the chairman and saying it to his face.

”You! Go kill them! I gave you so much money...” The chairman had harbored a vain hope when he saw the head of security being freed—he was expecting his head of security to seize the opportunity and kill the members of Deception Group present.

After all, this was the head of security he had handpicked, whose personal combat abilities had even reached T2 level...

”Ptui—” The head of security didn’t respond, instead his knife cut off the chairman’s words.

The blade plunged directly into the chairman’s throat.

Instantly, blood gushed out, creating a spray pattern on the floor.

The chairman covered his throat with his left hand; his mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something, but he was no longer able to speak as before, with his throat perforated.

Having done all this, the head of security threw away the Flying Knife and went back to the spot where he had been squatting. He wiped the blood off his hands on the ground and squatted down again.

He didn’t entertain a single thought of violence, instead behaving like a docile lamb, not showing any threat, in order to exchange for a chance to live.

Jiang Shu glanced at the head of security, then at Hughes who was still sitting on the ground beside him, and at the chairman who lay dead on the roulette, silently.

He felt somewhat ironic now.

After the thrill had subsided, Jiang Shu experienced a sense of ennui.

He looked at the chairman who refused to close his eyes in death, and at last, he sighed.

Such a hasty death—it didn’t align at all with the script he had imagined.

Although it had become laden with irony after Fox’s modifications.

He stepped out of the camera’s view, leaving the scene to Fox. It was time for Fox to wrap things up; he had lost any interest in continuing.

After all, it was that man’s words that had made an impact on him.

The words of Black Kler as relayed by Red Clo.

”Wildfire” was the next weapon Black Kler had left for him.

And now, when the Sages Group incident erupted, ”Wildfire”...

No, it was ”Sparks” now, ”Sparks” had also arrived at Thirteen District, ready to stir up a new storm.

Jiang Shu had prepared himself for it; at this point, all he needed was to release Red Clo, gather the old guard within ”Sparks,” and then wage a simple factional battle. He could become the mastermind behind ”Sparks,” gaining what could be termed a divine weapon, a half-religious organization.

For him, gaining such a large organization at almost no cost was certainly a good thing.

And managing the daily affairs of ”Sparks” only needed Red Clo to handle; as long as he put some restraints on Red Clo, it should be hard for her to break away from his control.

The only discomforting point was...

All of this seemed to be within Black Kler’s expectations.

Jiang Shu had thought that since the man had been dead so long, he would have settled down by now.

But it seemed that today’s events still bore Black Kler’s shadow; even in death, he continued to affect Lonely City, guiding Jiang Shu down that path.

The most crucial thing was that dealing with ”Sparks” was best done as Jiang Shu had just said.

If left unattended, it could become a major trouble later on, potentially even affecting his Magic ”Sky Tower.”

Who knew if such brainwashing could disrupt the process of implanting collective subconsciousness?

This made Jiang Shu uncomfortable.

”Dead already, and still so much trouble,” he grumbled, dissatisfied, then left the room and stood at a high spot looking out toward Thirteen District beyond the ruins.