Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Blackrock City, C3 heavy-duty gate.

As the steam depressurized with a gasp like a dying beast, the massive hydraulic gears began to mesh, emitting a sickening metallic friction sound.

Two steel gates, each ten meters high, slid open to the sides with a loud crash.

A convoy of armored vehicles, painted black and equipped with heavy machine guns on their roofs, roared out, the yellow sand kicked up by their tires instantly obscuring half of the setting sun.

"Boss, it's just picking up a group of scavengers, why make such a big fuss?"

In the passenger seat of the lead car, a young man with a mohawk had his feet propped up on the dashboard, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a look of disdain on his face.

"The third-rate gang of Rusty Ravens isn't even worthy of shining our 'Hall of Bones' shoes."

"Shut up."

The bald man in the driver's seat kept his eyes straight ahead, and the white bone badge on his collar, a symbol of his elite status, gleamed with a chilling aura in the dim light.

"This is a direct, death order from a high-ranking official in the inner city."

The bald man tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a hint of sourness in his voice.

"That mad dog Cade really got lucky this time. I heard he got something incredible in the ruins of Cloud City."

"The higher-ups have given the order: as long as we bring the items back safely, our entire team will be able to get a Type II military prosthetic body."

"Holy crap! Type II?!"

The mohawk-haired man was so startled he dropped his cigarette, instantly shoving his foot off the dial. His eyes gleamed like searchlights: "What kind of treasure is this? A gold-tier sequence potion? Or an ancient relic?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask; the less you know, the longer you live."

The bald man stepped on the gas, and the engine roared to life, instantly giving him a powerful surge of acceleration.

"In short, full speed ahead! This is an incredible fortune; if another force snatches it away, we'll all be thrown into the crematorium as fuel!"

......

The convoy sped across the wasteland, kicking up dust that resembled a black dragon.

Just then, two dark afterimages streaked across the sky.

The speed was astonishing, even producing a sharp sonic boom that tore through the air.

"boom!!"

"Holy crap! What is that thing?" The mohawk-haired man pointed at the sky in terror, his voice trembling.

The bald man suddenly looked up, and through the bulletproof glass, his once fierce-looking face turned deathly pale.

The two dark figures swept across the sky hundreds of meters high, leaving their convoy behind in the blink of an eye, and disappeared at the edge of the horizon.

"This...this is the ability to fly?" The mohawk-haired man swallowed hard. "The big shots from the inner city personally came out of the city? And two of them at once?"

"Stop speculating! For beings of that level, crushing us is no different than crushing ants."

The bald man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pressed the accelerator even harder, wishing he could drive the car at supersonic speeds.

"Remember, our only objective is to pick up Rusty Crow. It's a battle of titans; we nobodies should get involved!"

However, they did not know.

High in the sky, it wasn't just two people flying.

Instead, it's one person flying with another person on their back.

The gale parted automatically three feet around the leader, as if an invisible barrier separated them from the world.

Two figures, completely shrouded in wide black robes, appeared as if death itself had passed by.

"gentlemen."

The man in the black robe on the left swayed slightly, his voice coming through the hood, carrying a hint of youthful arrogance.

"Ah Qi's signal is just 300 kilometers ahead... Forgive my bluntness, but this is a trivial matter, not worth your personal risk. I can handle it myself."

The elderly man in black robes who was leading the group remained silent for a moment.

A deep sense of sorrow flashed in the depths of his eyes, hidden in the shadows.

"That child has suffered enough. This time, I'm going to take him home myself."

"But teacher, what if those people in the inner city sense your presence...?"

The old man did not refute, but only sighed deeply, his voice aged yet firm.

"Alan, you must remember this. If it weren't for Ah Qi taking that potion alone to lure away the pursuers and hide in the ruins of Cloud City, we... would have... sigh."

"This is what we owe him."

......

As night fell, the temperature in the wilderness plummeted.

The scavenging caravan of Rusty Crows, like plucked quails, hurried along in the darkness.

In order to save time, Cadet ordered the abandonment of half of the severely damaged vehicles and a large amount of worthless supplies.

Only seven or eight vehicles remained, frantically retreating while protecting the Vulture, which contained the "treasure".

In the back of the last pickup truck, three or four surviving members were crammed together.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating; the only sounds were the roar of engines and the howling of the cold wind.

Everyone hunched their shoulders, wrapped their worn-out coats tightly, and drifted off to sleep as the vehicle jolted along.

After the initial relief of escaping death, all that remains is exhaustion from overexertion and uncertainty about the future.

"Damn it, I'm not doing this anymore when I go back."

A burly man with a full beard spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then took out a piece of dry, hard, rock-like black bread and took a bite.

"That's fucking reckless. Skinny Monkey is such a clever guy, and he's gone just like that."

"You quit? Where are you going then?" A one-eyed man next to him sneered, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"To become a lord in the inner city? Or to become a beggar in the slums and wait to die?"

"I heard... Old Jack joined the 'Dirt Brotherhood'."

The stubble-faced man lowered his voice, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

"That's one of the biggest powers in the outer city. They value 'righteousness' above all else! I've heard that as long as you pledge your allegiance, you'll be like brothers even if you're not from the same father."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you! It's said that as long as you're a member of the Brotherhood, even if you're just a thug, the gang will take care of you if you get injured or bullied. They'll also stand up for you and give you a fixed amount of canned meat and alcohol every month."

The burly man with stubble swallowed hard. "That's real meat and real alcohol, not the watered-down industrial alcohol we drink."

"Besides, they're a legitimate organization, unlike some cults that are all mysterious and shady. If I could actually get in, even as a bouncer, it would be better than feeding dogs here..."

The stubble-faced man muttered something, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the corpse covered by a canvas in the corner, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"You didn't see how skinny monkey died. Half of his neck was gone. It was horrible..."

A corner of the carriage.

Lin Bai leaned against the cold carriage wall, his eyes closed, swaying slightly with the vehicle's bumps, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

But his ears twitched slightly, and he took in every single word of the conversation.

"The Brotherhood of Dust..."

He silently memorized the name. Loyal, organized, good benefits... it sounded good.

But that's a story for another time.

The focus now is—

Lin Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze frighteningly clear.

The spirituality that was somewhat depleted has now become so abundant that it is almost overflowing, thanks to the meditation and rest along the way.

That feeling of my brain working at an accelerated pace, as if I could control the whole situation, has returned.

He glanced down at his left hand.

The red crystal ring emitted an extremely faint red glow in the night, like a greedy and eerie eye peering into the darkness.

And at my feet.

Although the corpse named "Skinny Monkey" was motionless, in Lin Bai's perception it was like an extended finger of his.

Just one thought.

This painless and absolutely loyal Blood Servant will instantly erupt and tear apart any obstacle in its path.

Lin Bai didn't know when Ah Qi's so-called "reinforcements" would arrive.

But the con artist's keen intuition told him that the oppressive tension in the air had reached its peak.

That was a sign that a storm was about to break.

"The important figures are about to enter..."

Lin Bai stretched his stiff neck and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He looked like a magician about to go on stage, making a final adjustment to his tuxedo.

After all, the stage is already set up and the lights are in place.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Lin Bai murmured to himself, his eyes cold yet fervent.

"The show is about to begin."

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