Chapter 965: Chapter 738: What a Fine Cemetery
In the patrol ship, under the gaze of his subordinates, Councilman Hyman, with trembling hands, propped himself up on the console.
He tried hard to sit steadily, but the increasingly intense shaking betrayed his current emotions.
The whole ship was as silent as death.
Ignoring the gazes around him, he was just gasping for air.
Now, it was as if he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.
Just now, Councilman Wilfred Ralph actually appeared in person, right when he was about to make up his mind.
That feeling of rebirth, like seeing the Dawn just as he was about to drown, left him dazed even now.
The councilman’s words were so brief it was shocking.
But the content was like a planetary collision, exploding countless people.
That… “good” represented a complete, unaltered agreement to that kid’s idea!
The Planet Council actually agreed to this insane revenge plan.
The Planet Council actually compromised in the face of a threat.
For someone who has devoted his life to political struggles, he had never seen such an event where force pressured political compromise before today.
And after today…
He would never forget it in his life.
The sturdy chair supported his body, preventing this energetic councilman from sliding to the ground.
At the same time, it gave him enough strength to think.
Thunderhawk vs. Tang family?
At this special time, the planet’s high-end power was all flying to… that planet.
Thunderhawk could well deserve the title of number one.
So, no matter what happens to Mu Fan later, at least the Tang family would probably be blasted to pieces by that mad dog-like young man next.
Someone who could easily utter treasonous words, what else could he be but a mad dog!
And here, those people’s gazes just now… They were clearly staring at his position.
So now, what he should do is prepare—to harvest the Tang family!
His eyes lit up, and Councilman Hyman found a new direction to strive toward, which was to seize the opportunity faster than others.
So now his target should quickly be removed from that kid.
[The so-called politician is one who spares no means. I, Hyman, have never been a noble person… Now, it seems creating some chaos would more effectively divert attention.]
Councilman Hyman quickly locked onto a few figures in his mind.
These figures had one thing in common, and that is…
They bore the surname Tang.
…
…
With the call terminated, Mu Fan closed his left fist that he had stretched out, and the purple stream of light on his left arm dimmed.
Thunderhawk repeated the same motion.
[Heaven and Earth Cage] once again enveloped Green Wood Villa.
Mu Fan’s indifferent gaze fell on the group opposite, and he spoke calmly, “Did you hear it?”
This sentence was spoken lightly, yet it carried the destructive force of a nuclear bomb.
Among them, including Tang Ze, the nineteen military guards from the Tang family couldn’t hide their panic on their faces.
At this moment, no one could maintain their composure.
The words of the Planet Councilman just now still reverberated in their ears.
The Tang family was so casually abandoned by the councilman?
The Tang family, one of the seven major families on Blue Capital Star, had shockingly become a humiliating bargaining chip.
Just to prevent the other side from rebelling!
“Where is that old dog of the Tang family?”
“Right at…”
At this moment, Tang Ze seemed to be cooperating with Mu Fan, but his fingers behind his back twitched slightly.
One of the military guards’ eyes flickered, but he still stepped forward.
He said with his head lowered, “I know, don’t kill me, I’ll take you there.”
Mu Fan looked at him, nodded slightly, “Alright.”
Then just when the other party wanted to walk to Mu Fan’s side, Mu Fan calmly continued to speak: “No need to come over, you go and capture that old dog in front of me, and I won’t kill you.”
The military guard paused, looking up at Mu Fan.
But he found the youth opposite to be indifferent and merciless in his gaze.
At this time, he felt a faint heat at the back of his neck, a warning signal of his impending death.
Recalling his mission, the fear in his eyes was instantly replaced by fanaticism, and he suddenly extended his left hand to slap his abdomen.
The other party moved quickly, but Mu Fan was even faster.
When that person’s palm was about to strike, Mu Fan, who had been standing still, suddenly kicked out like a cannon, his right foot rising high, drawing an afterimage in the air, and forcefully launching a kick.
Under the enhancement of the Exoskeleton Armor [Thunder Knowing], the opponent’s chest caved in instantly, like a baseball that had been heavily struck.
As countless steel fragments exploded, the figure smashed through three walls one after another, directly disappearing into the villa’s courtyard.
Boom!
A small mushroom cloud rose directly in the atrium.
The half-collapsed atrium building finally turned into dust at this moment.
With a click, the mask of [Thunder Knowing] instantly covered Mu Fan’s face.
The heavy alloy giant sword glowed with a purple sheen all over.
An astonishing aura surged from Mu Fan, a tangible lethal intent.
Bam!
The giant sword slammed into the ground heavily, Mu Fan’s body slightly crouched, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
The remaining eighteen people only felt tingling in their scalps.
“I know…” Tang Ze just started to speak, but only heaven knows what he meant.
“No need.”
Mu Fan stepped forward, uttering these simple three words.
The sword was swung backhand by the purple figure, tracing a nearly solid purple light trail in the air.
All thoughts of dodging, begging, counterattack… were all frozen in that moment.
Mu Fan’s figure solidified behind Tang Ze, looking down at a heavy shotgun on the ground.
He bent down, picked it up.
A straight line of blood snaked from left to right behind him, appearing suddenly.
Tang Ze struggled to look down at his chest, severe pain rushing into his brain as his upper body slowly slid.
Bone, muscle, viscera, blood vessels, every part of the body was completely cleaved by Mu Fan’s swing.
Seventeen others shared his fate…
Poof!
Eighteen torrents of blood erupted simultaneously from their chests, forming a fountain of blood mist behind Mu Fan, staining the ground red in an instant.
The corpses hit the ground one after another, raising blood splatters.
Mu Fan rose from the ground, holding the shotgun, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he walked towards the atrium reduced to ruins.
“Where is Tang Zhi?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know!”
The cold and massive shotgun muzzle pressed against a military guard’s forehead.
“Oh.”
Bam!
In the resounding gunshot, a hot stream of air shot from the barrel, blasting away half of the guard’s body.
The half-body, bloodied and mangled, collapsed on the ground.
“Next.” Mu Fan’s eyes set fifteen meters away.
“You’ll never find him.”
Bam!
Methodically reloading bullets, methodically firing.
This bloody and domineering scene carried visual and psychological impact far surpassing all previous means.
Running out of ammo in one gun, he’d just pick up another.
Mu Fan wielded the sword in one hand, the shotgun in the other.
No one could escape his formidable Spiritual Vision.
The exoskeleton armor, representing the pinnacle of Giamilo Laboratory’s technology, boasted excellent protection against light firepower.
This delivered an unprecedented blow to the morale of the remaining personnel.
A minute later, Mu Fan had slaughtered his way through two massive halls.
Looking at the last guard shivering before him at the dining hall’s entry, Mu Fan asked once more:
“Where is he?”
In that calm voice lay no impatience, only tranquility.
Yet, ironically, that was the most terrifying part.
The guard with the gun to his head was, coincidentally, the communications officer Tang Ze had once bumped into.
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he finally broke down.
He shook his head desperately, cried and pleaded: “I’m just stationed personnel here, I really don’t know what they did, the Family Head is in the tearoom, he’s in the tearoom, I beg you, spare me.”
Mu Fan looked down at the young man at his feet who had already broken down. They seemed about the same age, yet there was none of Tang Ze’s cunning and malice in his eyes, only fear.
“Where is the tearoom?”
“There, over there! It can descend ten meters underground.”
The young man’s right hand feebly pointed to Mu Fan’s 2 o’clock direction, speaking through sobs and shivers.
The blistering gun muzzle scorched a burn on his forehead, yet he dared not flinch a bit.
Mu Fan squinted, following the wooden corridor upward, a mountaintop garden filled with rhododendrons came into view.
“What a good gravesite…”