bullyxtreme Chapter 29 Conspiracy
Chapter 29 Conspiracy
"boom!"
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed in the darkness, followed by a series of crashing sounds, which gradually subsided after a long time.
"waste!"
In the darkness, a hooded man with an indistinct face muttered curses under his breath. The surrounding objects were in disarray, as if a chaotic battle had just taken place.
"My lord, why get so angry?"
A small light appeared in the darkness, and with a wisp of smoke, another figure reclining on a deck chair emerged from the blackness.
The man addressed as the Earl flicked his sleeves, angrily sat back in the main seat, sneered, and retorted:
"Ha, getting so angry?"
"I wonder how your son is doing in Mello Petersburg?"
"you!"
The man, who had been holding a pipe with an air of contentment, could no longer maintain his nonchalant expression and glared angrily at the count in the main seat.
"enough!"
Another man dressed in black slammed his fist on the table, his cold gaze sweeping over the assembled nobles. He spoke with an imposing air, without raising his voice:
"Haven't we learned enough lessons from the past?"
The two who had been arguing sat back down in their original seats, still looking resentful, but they snorted coldly and remained silent.
"Before this, your 'flawless' operation had already alerted the enemy."
"The visitor and his men were clearly on guard."
"Now you want to find another chance to make a move? Ha."
With a cold sneer, a gloomy voice came from the corner.
The man in the corner stretched lazily, his hawk-like eyes flashing with mockery, incisively pointing out the current situation.
Despite the harsh words, it must be admitted that this was precisely the awkward situation the nobles present were in.
For a moment, everyone in the dark room fell silent.
(Fontainebleau profanity)
"Let's fight that damn judge!"
The man who was smashing things broke the silence abruptly, slamming his hand on the table in anger, his eyes flashing with malice.
"Ha, you idiot."
The man in the corner mocked mercilessly.
"What do you mean!"
"Means nothing."
The sarcastic man stood up gracefully and gestured for them to proceed.
“If you have the ability to withstand that judge’s water cannon, then,”
"Please do as you wish, Count."
The hot-tempered count was rebuffed, glared at the other person resentfully, and then sat back down in his original seat with a sullen expression.
Having turned the tables on the count, the man smoothed the back of his tailcoat, sat down again, picked up the blood-red wine in front of him, took a small sip, and spoke with a smile.
However, against the backdrop of shadows, that smile appeared eerie and dangerous.
"Since you are all at a loss, why not listen to my opinion?"
Having been thoroughly ridiculed, the count saw an opportunity for revenge and once again jumped out:
"What other terrible ideas do you have? Tell me!"
The man glanced at the count with disdain, then magically produced a deck of cards. His nimble white-gloved fingers casually tossed two trump cards in front of the count.
Amidst the count and the others' puzzled expressions, the man spoke casually:
“Here you go, Earl.”
"Next time, please do not carelessly discard your ID card and photocopies."
Completely ignoring the count's furious expression, the man elegantly wiped his hands and continued to explain his plan:
"As for my plan, it will require the use of a [miraculous item] that I discovered by chance."
A sinister and ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, along with the blood-red wine stains on his lips, added to the eeriness and ferocity of his expression.
"After the matter is settled, I will invite you all to a banquet at the De Bo Hotel."
The rustling sounds gradually faded into the deathly darkness of the night.
The figures gradually dispersed, leaving behind only a mess that remained silent in the shadows, like a vicious beast lurking in the darkness, ready to devour its prey.
……
"What the hell."
Mu Feng grumbled as he wiped the wet windowsill, then slammed the coffee shop window shut.
The continuous torrential rain has shrouded Fontaine, reducing the number of pedestrians on the streets and leaving many residents feeling somewhat depressed.
I wonder if one of the Supreme Judges of Fontainebleau is going through menopause; his emotional instability is outrageous.
Mu Feng was so angry that he almost wanted to pull Fukaros out of the Prediction Judgment Machine and give Vilette a shocking Water Dragon Water Dragon Don't Cry on the spot. The scene would have been incredibly explosive.
Joy, so much joy!
Even the five-star director next door—the great Director Hua—probably gave the same evaluation.
However, the torrential rain did bring some small benefits, as a certain lazy cook finally had a legitimate reason to slack off.
Thinking about it this way, these torrential rains that can come anytime and anywhere are simply a blessing for 996 workers.
Why bother praying for a typhoon warning? Just kidnap a famous screenwriter and take him to Mu Mang Palace for a short play. This holiday can be a game of matching games, right?
Cry, all of you, cry your hearts out!
However, Mu Feng's pleasant little holiday did not last long, as the arrival of an uninvited guest broke the rare tranquility amidst the downpour.
"Bang bang bang!"
The wooden door to the front desk was pounded on loudly, as if they were about to break down the door if no one answered.
Mu Feng sat up with a yawn and a lot of resentment. Doesn't he know how much damage interrupting a baby's happy afternoon nap does?
With his rage fully charged and about to unleash his ultimate move, Mu Feng angrily dressed and strode heavily toward the increasingly loud knocking on the door.
He wanted to see which idle fellow was brazen enough to come knocking on his door in the pouring rain, ignoring the closing time. If he couldn't convince him, Mu, then... hmph.
He really picked a pushover.
Mu Feng, whose resentment was enough to feed ten evil sword immortals, reluctantly opened the door, squinted and yawned, and said to himself, "Sorry, we're closed today."
The figure in front of the door remained motionless, the torrential rain lashing against him, dripping down his clothes, as if he hadn't heard Mu Feng's words.
Mu Feng raised his eyelids somewhat impatiently, only then noticing the familiar face under the raincoat hood, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Watlin?"
By this time, Watlin had lost the authority of the Fontaine Special Patrol Captain. His police uniform was covered in mud and water, clinging to his body, making him look disheveled.
His eyes were sunken, his gaze was vacant, and his chapped lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be drowned out by the torrential rain.
A sense of extreme foreboding washed over Mu Feng, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He grabbed Watling's shoulders and shook him violently, shouting, "What on earth happened?!"
Watling avoided Mu Feng's gaze, lowered his head deeply, and remained silent for a long time before hoarsely uttering a few indistinct syllables:
“Carole…she…she…something happened to her.”