As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 205 Another Uninvited Guest

Xu Yan was thinking.

A huge pile of top-grade crystal coins, which looked like a raging flame under the "jelly's" scan, vanished as if by magic.

"what?"

Xu Yan found it increasingly strange.

"Jelly" detected that Sheikh Krat had swept a large amount of crystals into his backpack.

However, an ordinary backpack simply could not conceal the old-world aura emanating from so many crystal coins.

Just like an ordinary backpack cannot directly contain a ball of flame with a temperature of thousands of degrees.

The backpack is so powerful that it can secretly store so many top-quality crystal coins. Its manufacturing difficulty is far greater than that of a prison with lead plates embedded in all four walls, which can prevent the remnants of the past from entering and leaving.

This is something money can't buy.

Even prohibited items.

"So, Sheikh Krat had already planned this all along, intending to pull off a 'wrap-up'?"

Xu Yan pondered for a moment and decided to continue observing.

The owner of the Shattered Star Club stuffed all the valuables and top-secret documents from the safe into a backpack and a lightweight suitcase, then let out a strange laugh that was hard to tell whether it was a sigh or excitement.

He patted his bulging backpack, picked up his suitcase, left the office, and went to the monitoring center.

He used his supreme administrative authority to shut down all security and monitoring systems in the Shattered Star Club.

Next, we went to the sealing card sales area on the second floor.

This place displays a large number of the latest high-end combat cards launched by the four major card manufacturing companies.

There were even limited-edition autographed cards that were specially transported from the Central District by Aurora Life Sciences for the new product launch, handcrafted by the card-making masters of the Mingzhen Alliance.

All the priceless cards were carefully displayed in a fully enclosed crystal display case with four or five layers of security.

As for the limited edition autographed cards, only a model was shown.

The actual card itself was stored in a warehouse with constant temperature, humidity, and pressure.

The flawless security measures are enough to deter even the most audacious thief from any wild ideas.

But that couldn't stop the owner of the Shattered Star Club from embezzling funds.

"Click, click."

Sheikh Krat removed the key that had always hung around his neck, and then used passwords, fingerprints, and iris scans to unlock one shackle after another.

In the end, he swept away a large number of high-end combat cards, put them into a portable card album that he had prepared in advance, and stuffed the card album into the pocket he kept close to his heart.

Having read this far, Xu Yan had a general idea of ​​this guy's plan.

However, before he could make a move, the appearance of another uninvited guest caught his attention.

In the "jelly's" scan, it was a beam of magma a hundred times more violent than the flames emanating from a mountain of crystal coins, burning fiercely.

It's like something gushing out from endless cracks in the dark, cold seabed, in an extremely unstable state.

At times, it releases menacing light and heat, as if trying to break free from the seawater's restraints and unleash a heart-wrenching roar between heaven and earth.

Sometimes it is cooled and extinguished by seawater, unable to release any heat, turning into lumps of strangely shaped, wriggling ashes.

No one knows how it managed to sneak into the tightly closed Shattered Star Club.

Even Xu Yan didn't notice its existence at first. It wasn't until this thing, which was indistinguishable between flame and ash, stumbled up to the second floor and stood in front of a doll filled with iron sand, stiffly, clumsily, yet stubbornly raising its fist, that Xu Yan and Sheikh Krat noticed it at the same time.

"boom!"

The movements may seem clumsy, but the strength behind them is astonishing.

The doll filled with iron shot fell heavily backward, the springs supporting it groaning from metallic fatigue.

Before the puppet could bounce back, this "thing" delivered another powerful whip kick, slamming into the puppet's head as it straightened up slightly.

This kick not only shattered the doll's head, but also scattered the iron filings inside like fragments of brain matter.

The springs supporting the doll also broke one by one, causing the doll to fly seven or eight meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall with a crisp "smack," and then collapsing limply like a pile of mud three seconds later.

This "thing" seemed oblivious to the fact that it had already blasted the doll away with a single kick.

He continued to throw three or four punches and five or six kicks into the air before realizing something was wrong.

It grumbled and wobbled as it walked toward a training machine next to it, beginning a new round of abuse.

"Who?"

Its commotion naturally alerted Sheikh Krat.

The owner, who had just plundered his own club, never expected that an uninvited guest would appear in the training ground, which should have been empty.

He immediately activated the card reader on his wrist and muttered through gritted teeth.

The "thing" stopped.

He tilted his head and tried to figure it out for a while.

Then, he walked unsteadily toward Sheikh Krat.

In the thermal imaging field of "Jelly", its state became increasingly unstable, switching more and more frequently between the two states of "burning fiercely" and "cold and lifeless", almost like a high-frequency flashing light, even leaving a winding, messy trail behind it composed of fluorescent blood.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."

The throat of this "thing" seemed to be blocked by something.

It stuck its hand into its throat, rummaging and rummaging, ignoring the eerie glowing blood gushing from its torn mouth. Finally, it pulled out a blood-soaked mass, which could be either gauze or a respirator part, and tossed it aside.

"Hello, boss!"

Its voice was hoarse and its tone was strange, like a ghost dancing on a rusty piano.

"Chu, Chu Zhifeng? What are you doing here!"

Sheikh Krat gasped.

"I'll come, I'll come to train. There's a match tomorrow."

In "Jelly's" view, Chu Zhifeng, who was gradually losing his human form, took a stance towards the second punching bag.

As he threw a punch, he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, boss, I will definitely win the Dawn Cup. Even if 'Golden Boy' Carlos is no match for 'Iron Man' Wei Fang, even if everyone on the Shattered Star team loses, you don't have to worry. At least I'm still standing here, and that's enough."

"Believe me, I am different from them. I am 'Blade Warrior' Chu Zhifeng. I will defeat Wei Fang, defeat all opponents who dare to stand in front of me, and win the championship beautifully, one championship after another!"

It was impossible to tell whether his voice was excited or calm.

Just as it's impossible to tell whether Chu Zhifeng is awake at this moment, or immersed in a beautiful dream or nightmare from which he can never wake up.

(End of this chapter)