Chapter 1551: Chapter 839: Despicable Joker

At 2 a.m., a shadow was quickly moving across the sky bridge between the Crighton Building and Gabor Building in Storm City.

This narrow sky bridge connected the two tall buildings, much like a tightrope walker setting a thin tightrope between them.

And this shadow was the tightrope walker.

The black silhouette was eerie yet agile, not moving inside the bridge, but on its winding glass dome.

Upon reaching the end of the bridge, he quietly climbed the glass exterior of the building, his fingers gripping the gaps in the glass. It looked dangerous, but he was remarkably at ease.

He swiftly arrived at the edge of the rooftop, where Marquis Casey’s penthouse was located in Storm City.

The wealthy Marquis had purchased seven entire floors here, merging them, installing a private elevator, and equipping them with West Continent’s most secure armored doors, crafting the top seven floors of the tallest building in the city’s center into an island exclusive for the rich.

One floor housed the most beautiful female slaves, each living in a single room, painstakingly grooming themselves daily in anticipation of the arriving nobles.

Another entire floor was a private casino, where during gaming sessions, the female slaves would temporarily play the role of seductive croupiers...

And half of another floor comprised the Virtual World constructed by Marquis Casey, where the wealthy would bring their most skilled slaves to connect to neurons, entering the Superconductor World to battle each other in the 199th Multidimensional World. The owner of the slave who achieved victory would take all the bets on the table.

The wealthy would watch from this floor, with professionals recording and broadcasting it live on large screens.

Of course, the noble gentlemen preferred watching real-life wilderness combat, which was bloodier and more thrilling. But leaving the city requires reporting to the Duke of Storm City; otherwise, it would be seen as rebellion.

Hence, people avoided unnecessary trouble. The current Duke of Storm City wasn’t easy to deal with.

However, to make it exciting, they held rituals and executed the losing slaves, causing the slaves to fight to the death in the broadcast, creating some fantastic, marvelous plots.

This rooftop was famous in Storm City, and many, in their youthful obscurity, vowed to qualify to join the card games here in the future.

It’s said the Duke of Storm City occasionally graced it with his presence.

Every time he visited, numerous body bags would be transported out from the rooftop.

The black shadow reached the top, gently holding onto the edge of the wall, listening intently to the sounds from above.

Twelve security personnel, with automatic rifles slung around their necks, patrolled strictly in a fixed path, their eyes sharp as eagles.

The next moment, the shadow leaped onto the rooftop.

Almost simultaneously, the twelve security personnel raised their rifles and fired wildly, with no questions asked, leaving no survivors, decisively and directly.

However, the bullets all halted in front of the shadow.

"Joker!" the well-trained security personnel exclaimed. They naturally knew whom the Black Spider was frantically searching for recently.

But after the exclamation, as the shadow lightly landed on the ground, all the bullets were reflectively rebounded, and all twelve fell to the ground.

The gunfire alarmed those inside the building. With a click, the armored door on the top floor was locked to prevent intrusion.

Qing Chen heard the sound of the lock, yet he calmly picked up an assault rifle from the ground, checked the bullets, and cocked the gun again.

He chuckled, approached the armored door, and gently twisted it with his hand bearing the Power Tail Ring. With a click, the legendary armored door opened effortlessly.

As if unguarded.

Qing Chen entered, the process without much turbulence; the only delightful finding was another B-Class Awakener on this top floor.

But it didn’t pose a threat to Qing Chen and politely offered its eyeball instead.

Finally obtaining the eyeball, Qing Chen was slightly worried Jindai Yunlo might accuse him of boasting earlier.

In the third last room, Qing Chen found Marquis Casey. He initially believed the Marquis, with military merits, to be a master himself, but unexpectedly, like Blue Mountain in the past, his achievements were protected by others.

Inside, the bloated Marquis Casey was unaware of the outside happenings, with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the room. The mushroom-picking boy kneeled before him.

Qing Chen shot Marquis Casey in the head without uttering a word and left.

"Dull," Qing Chen remarked after slaughtering the area, then proceeded to the virtual room, found a bedsheet to wrap over two hundred pieces of Virtual Glasses, and retraced his steps to exit.

Up to this moment, only seven minutes had elapsed, and the Aerial Fortress above had received a distress call. Still, the massive airship’s pilot had not even sat in the cockpit before the battle ended.

Qing Chen never intended to buy the Virtual Glasses from the beginning.

It’s important to know that he was at odds with the entire West Continent, so wasn’t the enemy resource all around him for the taking?

Why be courteous to the enemy? The domestic sages’ songs have sung strategic policies: "No food, no clothes, the enemy brings them forth. No guns, no cannons, the enemy makes them for us."

What wise lyrics indeed, Qing Chen praised.

Buying Virtual Glasses himself would have cost money, but since the Superconductor World is decentralized, using any port won’t let the enemy pinpoint him. What’s wrong with getting some spoils from the enemy first?

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