Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 982 Tang Clan's Encirclement of All Directions

Zhao Fangxu's words make sense, and even if someone disagrees, they have nothing to say.

Moreover, even if Zhao Fangxu didn't object, they weren't in the same system as the military. In fact, they weren't even state-owned enterprises, let alone government entities.

On the surface, no normal sovereign state in the world acknowledges the existence of supernatural forces or individuals capable of controlling such forces. In Europe, it's called a secrecy law; in China, it's known as the population red line; and in the US, it's called secret experiments—they all share this view.

How can they command the army and get approvals from higher authorities? Even if everything goes smoothly, by the time the transfer order arrives, they'll be long dead.

While firearms may be invincible, it's not that superhumans are powerless to resist. Back in the 1940s, when He Songling participated in the War of Resistance against Japan, he even dared to carry the artillery fire of an entire Japanese regiment into the fray to take enemy heads, and the only consequence was serious injury. And now?

He's a deity hiding in a densely populated metropolis like Beijing. He's not afraid of light weapons. Do you think you'd dare to use cannons, missiles, or bombers?
If those "All-Knowing" individuals dared to voice such idiotic opinions to their superiors, "All-Knowing" might not necessarily be shut down, but these two foolish directors would definitely be stripped of their positions. They are all superhumans, albeit weak ones, but according to current rules, battles and life-or-death situations between superhumans are not subject to ordinary laws.

In other words, He Songling killed them without consequence.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" The directors who were wary of He Songling were also at a loss.

"What to do? It's easy." Zhao Fangxu sat down again, placing his hands on the table. "Talk. We'll discuss what he wants and what we want, and then compromise and make concessions until we reach a point that everyone can accept."

He's not the first deity. Our Zhong dynasty has produced so many deities throughout history, and which one ever mobilized the entire nation to suppress them? Are we the only dynasty that can't tolerate one deity? How will future history write about us? How will it portray us as all-knowing, all-knowing high-ranking officials, huh?

Everyone fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.

Five or six minutes passed, but to everyone's senses it felt like three or five hours had gone by, before they finally nodded as they exchanged knowing glances.

"If that's the case, then..."

"boom!"

Before the speaker could finish, a NaDuTong employee rushed in through the door. Before the director could even begin his tirade, the man, panting heavily, cried out, "Chairman Zhao, esteemed directors, no, something terrible has happened, they're here..."

"He's here, he's here! I knew he was coming! I knew He Songling was coming all along. Is this the first time you've heard the news?"

The director, who had been interrupted, said impatiently, "He walked all the way from Biyou Village. Although it's not his turn yet, maybe he's done playing. These people can fly and teleport. What's so special about him coming a few days early? Get him settled and tell him we'll be there to see him soon."

"No, no, no..."

"What do you mean 'not'?" The director glared, about to start cursing again.

"No...it's not He, it's not He Songling!" The employee finally caught his breath.

"Then why the hell are you in such a hurry? Whoever he is, tell him to wait over there and tell him we're in a meeting!" The director breathed a sigh of relief and became even less concerned about the newcomer. "Even if it were the Old Master or the president of Trinity University, they'd have to wait for us to finish our meeting first!"

"Wait, we can't wait!" The employee hurriedly waved his hand. "They're here! Lots of people! They've surrounded the entire building!" "Lawless!" The board members, who had been in a state of panic, seemed to have finally found a way out. They slammed their fists on the table and began to curse loudly.
"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how dare they storm the headquarters of All-Tongue? Is there no law? We must mobilize manpower to arrest them one by one. We should consider killing the ringleaders on the spot, otherwise this circle of supernatural beings will turn upside down! Chairman Zhao, you can't object to this anymore!"

Zhao Fangxu's chubby face was twitching, seemingly in anger, or perhaps... trying to suppress a laugh?
"I don't object, you can do it if you dare."

“What wouldn’t I dare to do?” The director clearly didn’t understand Zhao Fangxu’s meaning, muttered something, and asked the employee who barged in:
"Which faction has come, or is it a coalition of several? Tell their leader to surrender immediately, insert the meridian-severing needles, and destroy his Qi meridians. We might then consider treating their sect leniently."

"Tang, Tang Clan."

"Tang Clan? They're insane. That old man Tang Miaoxing has gone mad. Why is he running around doing business at Chu Du Tong instead of running his school properly?"

“It’s not Tang Miaoxing.” The employee swallowed hard. “It’s the Tang Clan’s matriarch…”

"boom!"

The director who had been shouting almost slipped off his feet and fell under the table.

"You, say it again, who is it?"

“Lu Huizhong, He Songling’s wife.” Zhao Fangxu answered the question for his employee, then made the same gesture as Wu Bai at his concert, “Old Wu, go, go, go kill the ringleaders and shut down their sect.”

"Well, oh dear, how could I make such a decision? Chairman Zhao, you're the top leader, the order should be given by you!"

It must be said that the director of Na Du Tong has a strong mentality, comparable to Zhang Chulan and Wu Gensheng. He immediately adopted a look of following Zhao Fangxu's lead and said respectfully, "Chairman Zhao, you say, you say what to do, and we will do it."

"Bullshit, I told you to go and get Lu Huizhong, would you go?" Zhao Fangxu cursed, stood up, "Let's go, let's meet this old ancestor who hasn't appeared in decades."

Zhao Fangxu led all the top executives of Nadutong out in single file. Although he was prepared, even the usually calm Zhao Fangxu couldn't help but shudder when he saw the scene at the door.

murderous look.

The murderous aura was so intense it was almost tangible. Everyone felt a stinging sensation in their eyes and skin, and every part of their body was flashing with a sense of danger, as if countless blades would be thrust into them at any moment. Even Zilu would have to admit that he was bigger than Zilu.

"Oh, what's going on here?" Zhao Fangxu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile, saying, "Old Tang, Gatekeeper, let's talk inside, shall we? I heard Grandma's here, where is she?"

"Old Zhao, our Tang Clan has always kept to itself and kept to itself, and we've always been law-abiding citizens. But this time, our Grandmother personally led the team and gave us a strict order. Don't blame me for not giving you face."

Tang Miaoxing was a very methodical person. Even though he had already surrounded Na Du Tong, he still tried to be polite first and then resort to force. "We're here today for one thing. Once it's done, we'll leave immediately. I'll accept whatever Na Du Tong does to the Tang Clan."

(End of this chapter)