Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 132 Boss is better fought solo.
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Leaving the tree-lined path of Seagull Park, Jiang Shaoxu leaned against Wang Feng's arm like a lazy cat.

She tilted her delicate face slightly, her eyelashes trembling and casting a shadow: "Captain~" Her voice trailed off softly, "Were you serious about what you just said?"

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow: "Which sentence? The one about Earth Online?"

"Ugh~" Jiang Shaoxu pouted her red lips, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips: "You meant when you said I'm yours~"

His voice grew softer and softer until the last few words almost disappeared into the sea breeze.

Wang Feng suddenly tightened his arms around her waist, and the two were instantly pressed tightly together.

He lowered his head, his thin lips almost brushing against her burning earlobe: "Then what do you hope for," his warm breath spraying against the back of her sensitive ear, "is the truth, or sweet talk?"

Jiang Shaoxu trembled all over, and even the side of her neck turned a faint pink.

She instinctively gripped Wang Feng's collar, but stubbornly insisted, "Of course it's the truth. Who wants to listen to your nonsense about coaxing young girls?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Feng suddenly spun around and pinned her against a palm tree by the roadside.

Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, his slender fingers lifted Jiang Shaoxu's chin:

The truth is—

Wang Feng suddenly revealed a sly smile, and to Jiang Shaoxu's astonishment, he lowered his head and captured her red lips.

"I'll tell you after we've finished fighting Venice."

He released the stunned Jiang Shaoxu, and as he turned around, a triumphant smile still lingered on his lips.

Jiang Shaoxu stood frozen in place, her fingertips unconsciously touching her burning lips.

Watching Wang Feng's departing figure, she finally came to her senses and stomped her foot in embarrassment and annoyance:
"Damn it! Can't you just say it directly?!" Her flushed cheeks were more vibrant than the sunset.

"And this is clearly something someone has treasured for twenty years."

……

It was nearly evening when Nan Jue and his group returned to the hotel.

"How are the negotiations going? Have you found out where the Red Ornament Guild is hiding?" Wang Feng asked.

Nan Jue shook her head, her ponytail swaying slightly with the movement: "No definite information. However..."

"The Sakura representative bluntly stated that they wanted our Indians to cooperate with their actions, and that they were determined to get the [Dark Lord's Cloak]."

The Darklord's Cloak is a type of shadow magic tool used by Eisendall (a forbidden shadow spell) in his youth.

Although its quality is not high, not even reaching the Soul level, it has the ability to conceal its form and aura.

It is a special type of magical tool, and its value is extremely high.

"Oh? Little Rizi has information about the Red Ornament Guild?" Wang Feng raised an eyebrow.

Nan Jue nodded.

"You've worked hard. Get some rest early tonight." Wang Feng said, then turned and left the hotel.

Everyone looked at each other.

Jiang Yu pushed up his slipped glasses: "Captain, what's this...?"

Mo Fan suddenly slapped his thigh: "Damn! Old Wang isn't planning to solo the dungeon, is he?"

Nan Rongni gasped, "No way? The Red Ornament Guild has hundreds of registered mages, and their leader, Kasuo, is said to have reached the high-level perfection!"

Zhao Manyan stroked his chin thoughtfully: "That makes sense, but it's unlikely that the captain would go out alone at this hour."

"Going to pick up girls?" Mo Fan blurted out, his eyes lighting up. "I think Old Wang is quite interested in that cute girl in the sailor uniform from the Sakura team."

Before he could finish speaking, three sharp gazes shot towards him like knives.

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Mo Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the rest of his sentence, chuckling awkwardly as he shrank back.

……

As night fell, Wang Feng's figure quietly appeared where the Sakura National Team had set up their base.

Then, a powerful spiritual force surged through the entire building like a tidal wave.

"Go to sleep." With a soft whisper, level eight mental power combined with mind magic instantly enveloped the twelve Sakura team members.

Without any resistance, everyone fell into a deep coma, before the alarm barrier could even be triggered.

Wang Feng kicked the slumped Sakura representative on the ground and sneered, "They're really poor. The whole team doesn't even have a single Spirit Condensation Magic Artifact."

He crouched down and placed his right hand on the other person's temple.

The power of [Mental Disaster] transforms into countless fine threads, working in conjunction with [Dream Weaving] to begin extracting memories.

They quickly found the relevant intelligence.

"So the intelligence came from the Temple of Liberty. No wonder they have American daddies," Wang Feng remarked. This urgent mission was originally issued by the Temple of Liberty, but they shared the intelligence separately with the Sakura National Government team. Wasn't that a clear indication that they wanted to give the [Dark Noble Cloak] to the Sakura National Government team?

"Judging by the time, Caso should have arrived at the cruise ship by now."

Then Wang Feng's figure transformed into a streak of light and swept towards the harbor, his whisper lingering in the night wind:

"Our American daddy's big son is probably going to be disappointed this time."

……

Whitehead Harbor.

A bar ship, shimmering with neon lights, is docked in the harbor.

Several monks wearing red ornaments were patrolling near the port, seemingly casual but actually vigilantly observing their surroundings.

"They're already here."

A flash of silver light appeared in Wang Feng's eyes, and an invisible spatial domain instantly unfolded, enveloping the entire port.

"63 people."

He muttered to himself, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

……

Smoke filled the top deck of the luxury cruise ship.

A burly, bald man strode up to Caso and said in a low voice:

"Boss, we've completely lost contact with Oni. Could it be that old fox Lauren?"

He made a throat-slitting gesture, "Using the pretext of offering amnesty to secretly attack us?"

Caso slowly exhaled a smoke ring, the crimson glow of his cigar illuminating the scar on his face.

His thick arm casually rested on the bare shoulder of the bunny girl beside him.

His rough, large hands reached into her collar without any hesitation and grabbed her roughly.

"Um"

The bunny girl's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but she bit her lower lip tightly, afraid to make a sound.

She clearly remembered that the last girl who cried out in pain in front of Caso was now lying on the seabed feeding fish.

"That old bastard wouldn't dare," Casso grinned, increasing the pressure on his hand. "He still needs my brothers to shield him from the Red Tide!"

The bald, burly man wiped the sweat from his brow: "What about Oni?"

"Which slut?" Casso spat disdainfully. "Probably hooking up with some rich guy again. Didn't she disappear like this last time?"

"Boss, are we really going to accept Lauren's offer to recruit us? To defend the city for him?"

"Haha, how could that be!"

"I just want to be an official for a few days to have some fun, and then swindle his military pay and equipment! That'll happen when the siren attacks the city."

He grinned menacingly, "I'll be the first to lead my brothers to loot his treasury! What do I care about the fate of this wretched city!"

"I see, boss is indeed brilliant!" the bald man praised.

"By the way, what time did that old man Lauren arrange to arrive?"

Kaso turned his head and roughly ripped off the bunny girl's strapless leather top. Just as he was about to bend down, he suddenly froze.

The cabin was deathly silent, except for the soft patter of blood dripping onto the carpet.

The bunny girl in his arms trembled violently, her eyes filled with terror, as if she had seen something horrible.

He slowly turned his head, his pupils suddenly contracting:

But he saw his most capable subordinate's head hanging askew from his neck, blood gushing from the broken cervical vertebrae.

Behind the corpse appeared a handsome young man whom no one had ever seen before.

"You're Kaso?"

"first meet."

Also, farewell!

Casso's pupils suddenly contracted as he saw the young man slowly raise his right hand, a strange silver light emanating from his fingertips.

"Wait--"

He had just opened his mouth when the world suddenly spun around him.

My gaze shifted eerily, finally settling on the bunny girl's snow-white thighs.

(End of this chapter)