Chapter 136: Meeting
“Why are you so slow?”
In a patch of thick fog, a man with an icy cold expression stared at the sports car that was slowly pulling up, inquiring somewhat dissatisfiedly.
“Feng Quan?”
The sports car door opened, and a young man with a face full of smile walked down.
Clearly, this was the critical moment of Dadong City’s survival, yet the youth’s face showed no trace of tension, forming a stark contrast with the other serious people around him.
“I’m not like you, with headquarters having a special plane to pick you up. I drove over right after receiving the message, but there was a small accident on the road that delayed me a bit.”
Zhang Han explained as he walked toward Feng Quan, very familiarly placing his hand on Feng Quan’s shoulder.
“Has the meeting started? What’s exactly going on with Dadong City? Why even call over someone like me who’s just in the reserves.”
Feng Quan uncomfortably shrugged his shoulder, frowning slightly, feeling that this guy was a bit strange today.
But he didn’t suspect too much, just impatiently leading the way ahead.
“What nonsense are you talking? Time is so urgent now, do you really expect those people to wait for you to start the meeting together?”
“They pulled you in just because you’re nearby. It’s not just you; ghost controllers from several cities around Dadong City have been mobilized. Even from farther places, ghost controllers are rushing here. The situation is likely more critical than we imagine…”
In Feng Quan’s narration, the two soon entered a gray-white building.
The armed guards around didn’t even shift their gazes; they knew Feng Quan, knew he was a ghost controller, and one of the participants in this operation.
So they didn’t intercept them, just silently watching the pervasive mist according to orders, vigilant against any possible sudden situations.
Not only these ordinary people, but also some ghost controllers were secretly on alert around, guarding against those fierce ghosts wandering in the fog.
After all, this building had been requisitioned by headquarters, turning from an international trade center into the command center for the thick fog event.
Countless ghost controllers gathered here, ready to rush to various parts of Dadong City at headquarters’ command.
If this place were sneak-attacked, Dadong City could basically be declared fallen.
Passing through layers of checkpoints and gazes of scrutiny, Feng Quan and Zhang Han finally arrived at the depths of the command center, the door of a huge meeting room.
The meeting room’s main entrance was open, convenient for ghost controllers arriving later to enter.
The meeting room, which could seat hundreds, now seemed somewhat empty, with only a sparse dozens of people.
This group looked somewhat strange, with cold auras on their bodies like corpses, and icy cold expressions on their faces as if the whole world owed them money.
Among these people, those with three eyes and three arms were common, and it could even be said that these were the normal ones.
Those with rotting bodies, even exposing white bones, looked truly terrifying.
If these people were pulled to shoot a horror film, the director wouldn’t even need to do makeup, just worry about passing censorship.
But this group of problem children gathered together without any conflict erupting; each one stared gravely at the rostrum at the front of the meeting room.
At this moment, no one was speaking on the rostrum; only four eerie figures stood there.
The figures were old and young, male and female, like two pairs of generational couples, holding hands and standing in a circle.
Their faces were ashen, postures stiff, standing motionless without the slightest movement.
Clearly, these things were not humans, but a group of fierce ghosts.
But the numerous ghost controllers in the meeting room didn’t dare show any reaction, instead spontaneously staying away from the rostrum, leaving the front rows empty.
It wasn’t that there were no troublemakers, but someone had warned them with fresh blood of the consequences of acting out.
Yin Jian, known as the ghost eye that kills whoever it glares at, just glanced at them and wailed while closing his eyes; his death was so miserable that even the ghost controller collecting his corpse shook his head.
“I thought it was some big deal, but it’s just this torn photo?”
Amid the surprised gazes of numerous ghost controllers, a youth in a cloak suddenly swaggered up to the rostrum.
The moment Feng Quan saw him, he was stunned, somewhat incredulously saying, “Ye Zhen? Isn’t he on bad terms with headquarters? How did they invite this big shot over?”
“Ye Zhen? Who’s that?”
Zhang Han sitting beside curiously asked.
He had joined the supernatural circle not long ago; there was no such figure in his memory.
“Ye Zhen from Dahai City, known as the substitute death ghost. Though he’s a bit strange, his strength is beyond doubt; he’s one of the publicly acknowledged strongest.” Feng Quan said gravely.
“Strange? How strange?” Zhang Han asked.
No need for Feng Quan to answer; he soon knew.
Ye Zhen, draped in a white cape, circled around the several fierce ghosts, then sighed slightly regretfully, “I thought I could stretch my muscles, but it’s just something that can be restrained by merely four fierce ghosts—nothing more.”
“Headquarters even told me I’d encounter an extremely terrifying opponent. Now it seems it’s just that your strength is too weak.”
After speaking, Ye Zhen very punchably swept his gaze over the audience below, his handsome face showing three parts mockery and seven parts disdain.
His flamboyant demeanor immediately drew angry glares from numerous ghost controllers, but due to Ye Zhen’s reputation, they didn’t dare easily test his edge.
Before, everyone thought themselves invincible, but after Yin Jian of the ghost eye was carried out, they knew there were ghosts beyond humans and heavens beyond heavens.
Though unclear on Ye Zhen’s exact strength, the fact that he’d been so reckless for so long without being killed surely had its reasons.
“Ye Zhen, headquarters asked you to come help, not to cause trouble.”
From the corner, a cold voice suddenly sounded.
“If you want to spar, wait until this supernatural event ends, and I’ll fight you.”
“You qualify?”
Ye Zhen mercilessly shook his head. “Fang Shiming, in the past you were a decent opponent. Unfortunately, times have changed. If we really fight, I could kill you with two or three punches.”
“You’re being too arrogant…”
Fang Shiming was also provoked into anger. Since becoming a ghost controller, anyone who dared speak to him like this was already a corpse—no, not even a corpse remained.
Also among the strongest batch, he didn’t think there was much gap between his strength and Ye Zhen’s, let alone that Ye Zhen could steadily overpower him.
Conflict was about to erupt.
No one noticed that in a seat in the back row, a youth was wearing a strange smile.
Fight, fight…
“Isn’t it interesting?”
At Zhang Han’s side, an ordinary youth wearing a round hat suddenly leaned over.
