A New Role
Boom—
Billowing dust rose into the sky.
At this time, several kilometers away from the point of destruction, the hem of a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was blown up by the fierce wind.
"What exaggerated destructive power..." Chen Ling looked at the ruins leveled to the ground in the distance, unable to help but exclaim with emotion.
If Wang Jincheng's strike had really been aimed at him, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape no matter how capable he was. Even Blood Robe wouldn't have been able to let him recover from a puddle of bloody mud, ultimately ending up with the same fate as Li Ruohong.
It was a pity that Wang Jincheng, at the cost of hollowing himself out and crushing an entire city block, still ended up using a cannon to shoot a mosquito... He wondered if Wang Jincheng would die on the spot from anger when he learned the truth?
Earlier in the Mask Zone of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, Chen Ling had discovered that faces of anyone in the world could be generated there, and they possessed the same effect as Thousand Faces. At the time, out of curiosity, he took away a face of himself.
Originally, Chen Ling planned to wear this face for unexpected needs. He didn't expect it to come in handy this time. Compared to turning himself into someone else, it was much more interesting to turn someone else into himself... Using up one face mask didn't matter. As long as he returned to the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path again, he could still grab a stack of his own faces.
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Chen Ling smiled faintly, his scarlet lips curling up like a demon bringing disaster to the world.
He leisurely glanced in the direction of the ruins, then walked straight into the Beidou Consortium's manor. The birthday banquet that was extremely lively a few minutes ago was now completely dead silent. The guests had all fled in chaos, and the bodyguards had come out in full force to find Mu Chunsheng. The entire manor was so quiet that only the crisp sound of rain hitting the grass remained.
Beneath the pitch-black rain clouds, a Red-Clad Performer leisurely stepped across the messy red carpet, slowly stopping in the center of the venue.
Chen Ling picked up the Oiled Paper Umbrella on the ground, gently brushed off the mud and grass blades on it, put one hand behind his back, and bowed with a smile. It was like a performer silently taking a curtain call in front of empty seats after a grand Performance had ended.
Only now did the curtain of the Performance that Chen Ling personally opened officially close and conclude.
Pfft—
A soft sound.
The plain-colored Oiled Paper Umbrella was opened under the dark clouds.
Chen Ling held the umbrella and walked out of the venue's main gate alone. The fine raindrops hit the edge of the umbrella, making a light pattering sound.
Just as that solitary red figure was about to leave, a figure hurried out from the building ruins, holding several tattered, burnt contracts in his hand, shouting as he ran:
"Brother Lin, wait for me!"
Chen Ling stopped in his tracks. Seeing the dirt-covered Li Qingshan, a touch of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"Brother Li, why are you still here? Didn't you run just now?"
"I originally wanted to run, but then I thought it didn't seem necessary... Isn't the manor being blown up like this all your handiwork, Brother Lin?" Li Qingshan shook his head with a bitter smile, "Since it's like this, I don't seem to have anything to be afraid of... So I took advantage of the chaos to run to Mu Chunsheng's office and see if the contracts were all burnt."
"Your courage is unexpectedly big... Any gains?"
"The contracts are basically all burnt. Only one safe survived the explosion, but it was also blown with a big hole." Li Qingshan waved the scorched paper scraps in his hand, "There were still a few contracts inside, but I couldn't understand them, so I just simply burned them all for him."
Chen Ling looked at him with a strange expression, then smiled and patted his shoulder,
"Brother Li, you're on the right path."
"Ah? What right path?"
"It's nothing, nothing."
"Speaking of which, Brother Lin, you've changed your face again? This one looks better than mine..."
"Oh, this one is my original face. But when traveling away from home, it's still more convenient to use a fictional face. Anyway, we on the Path of the Actor turn our faces as easily as turning the pages of a book."
"Makes sense... Then I'll change one too."
"By the way, Brother Li, what are your plans next?"
"None yet, but I've signed with the Huang Consortium now, I probably still have to go back to Singing?"
"It's Singing either way, why not come to my place. I just opened a Theater House, and I'm still missing a Sheng Role to act opposite me... As for the Huang Consortium side, I will resolve it."
"That sounds great, what's the name of our Theater House?"
Misty drizzle shrouded the Red Dust. A red and a green theatrical robe walked side by side. As the two simultaneously raised their hands to touch their chins, two thin and light face masks dissipated in the drizzle;
"It's called... Jinghong."
...
Wang Jincheng dragged his exhausted body, walking on the ruined road.
He returned to the place where he had fought the great battle with Zhong Qi just now, only to find that not a single figure was left here. It should be that after he left, Zhong Qi carried away the unconscious Mu Chunsheng on his back, not knowing where they went.
Just as Wang Jincheng was preparing to continue forward, three figures walked over from the end of the road.
Seeing these three people, Wang Jincheng's expression turned stern, and he immediately spoke respectfully:
"Police Bureau Chief Wang Jincheng, greets the three Hall Masters."
"You did very well this time."
One of them nodded slightly, "From discovering the clues at the cabaret, to further exploration, to later calmly directing and calling for backup in the face of danger, it was all quite outstanding... You have a lot of credit for our successful encirclement and suppression of the Dusk Society this time."
"The three Lords praise me too much. I only did my duty. The main credit still belongs to you Lords."
Wang Jincheng was after all a Bureau Chief who had mingled for many years; he handled interpersonal relationships and worldly wisdom quite properly.
Another Hall Master chuckled lightly, "Don't play these games with us, [Floating Life Painting] doesn't have your complicated interest relationships. The credit that belongs to you is yours, we won't steal it from you."
"Over half a year ago, people from the Dusk Society provoked us. Today we destroyed their stronghold in the Main City, which can be considered slapping their face... This matter is worth reporting properly."
"I understand." Wang Jincheng immediately nodded, "Rest assured everyone, tomorrow's headlines on all major news sections will be the news of the Dusk Society being crushed by us."
"There's one more thing."
"What?"
"We found something that looks like a teleportation array at the cabaret stronghold, but it's a product of the Path of the Witch God, so we couldn't make out anything... You are the Police Bureau Chief and have a wide network of acquaintances. You can find someone from the Path of the Witch God to take a look and see where this thing connects to...
Do you still remember the Dusk Society member who was rescued earlier? We suspect that [Heart 9] and [Six of Spades] used that array to transfer him away. If that's the case, the other side of the array connection is very likely a stronghold closely related to the Dusk Society, or even their headquarters."
Hearing this, Wang Jincheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded in response without hesitation:
"No problem, I will immediately find a friend to see if there is anyone from the Path of the Witch God in the Main City, and decipher the connection location of the array as soon as possible!"