Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

In Blackrock City, the thirty-meter-high gate was half-open, covered with dark red rust and dried, blackened oil stains.

The thick steam pipes, like bulging veins, clung tightly to the outer wall of the city, emitting a dull rumble.

Every now and then, a pungent, grayish-white fumes would spew out, making the already gloomy sky even dirtier.

The muddy passage at the city gate was already completely blocked.

Ragged refugees, scavenging carts laden with goods, and fierce-looking mercenaries were all crammed together.

"Next! What are you dawdling for! You want a bullet, huh?"

The guard in charge of the inspection was wearing a dark gray exoskeleton that had probably been passed down through several hands, and the muzzle of his heavy rifle was almost touching the person's face.

"Bang!"

He kicked a skinny old man in the knee, and the old man screamed and fell straight into the mud pit.

"The entrance fee has gone up! 50 copper coins per person! If you can't afford it, go feed the stray dogs!"

"Sir...please have mercy, it was 30 yesterday..." The old man trembled as he pulled out a few sweat-soaked coins from his pocket and humbly kowtowed.

"Yesterday is yesterday! I'm in a bad mood today, and you know how inflation is!"

The guard grinned maliciously and slammed the butt of his rifle into the old man's shoulder, the sound of bones cracking making one's teeth ache.

The crowd stirred slightly, but no one dared to utter a sound.

In Blackrock City, the gun in the guard's hand is the only rule.

Lin Bai stood at the end of the line, a dried foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Tsk, is this what they call civilized society? Their behavior is disgusting, even less refined than a vulture in the wilderness."

He silently complained to himself, then casually touched his pocket—it was cleaner than his freshly washed face.

Forget about 50 copper coins, he can't even hear the sound of a copper coin anymore.

To avoid trouble, he took nothing but the few valuable items in the safe.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Force your way in? Don't be ridiculous.

Those dark, self-propelled cannons on the city wall are turning around and around. With his small frame, if he were to fire a shot, he probably wouldn't even leave any ash behind.

Then we'll just have to... pull something funny.

Lin Bai spat out the grass root in his mouth and reached out to dust off the dust on his collar.

Although his clothes were as dirty as rags and his boots were covered in mud, it did not hinder his performance.

After all, he's a professional at lying.

He can even fool a few gatekeepers. What are they compared to him?

Lin Bai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted his breathing.

[The Conman] Core Rule: To fool others, you must first fool yourself.

When he opened his eyes again, that sly, cocky air about him had completely vanished.

That nonchalance disappeared, replaced by an arrogance and indifference ingrained in one's very being.

With his back ramrod straight and his chin slightly raised at a 15-degree angle, he maintained the standard posture of someone who had long held a high position and was used to looking down on others.

He completely ignored the long queue and strode confidently toward the empty "VIP lane" next to him.

The surrounding refugees instinctively kept their distance, as if this person carried some kind of unseen pressure.

"stop!"

Just as Lin Bai was about to step one foot across the cordon, the guard captain who was committing violence suddenly turned around.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at us.

"Are you blind? Do you think a beggar like you can walk over there? Go back and line up!"

The guard captain spat out a long way, his face trembling with menacing spittle.

Lin Bai stopped in his tracks.

There was no panic, no explanation.

He simply turned his head slowly and glanced at the captain with an expression that suggested he was looking at garbage, dead people, or muddy shoes.

The gaze was so cold and matter-of-fact that the captain of the guard felt a jolt in his heart, and his finger, which was on the trigger, froze.

"Are you... talking to me?"

Lin Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar.

This tone wasn't that of a refugee facing a guard, but rather like a nobleman questioning his own barking watchdog.

"Nonsense...nonsense! Who else is here besides you?" The guard captain snapped out of his daze and raised his voice even higher to cover up his momentary guilt.

"I don't care who you are! Without a pass, even the King of Heaven himself would have to pay!"

"Pass?"

Lin Bai chuckled softly, his smile filled with care for the mentally challenged.

He put his hands inside his clothes.

"Click!" The guards around tensed up and instantly cocked their guns.

However, Lin Bai did not pull out any powerful weapon.

He slowly and deliberately picked out a piece of... rusty scrap iron with two fingers.

It was irregularly shaped, with sharp edges, and stained with dark red dried blood.

If you leave this thing in the wilderness, even the junk collectors will complain that it takes up too much space.

But in Lin Bai's hands, this piece of broken iron seemed to have transformed into some kind of supreme scepter.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly what this is."

"You dare block our tower's path?"

The moment the words left his mouth, [Cognitive Misleading] activated at full power!

At the same time, [Poker Face] locked down his every micro-expression, completely extinguishing any trace of guilt that thought, "This guy is trash," leaving only absolute confidence and a sense of oppression.

"This is......"

The guard captain subconsciously squinted.

In his view, it was no longer just a rusty piece of iron.

It is clearly a medal of honor representing the strong in the inner city!

A fear from the depths of his soul gripped his heart like a cold, icy hand.

Spiral Tower!

That is the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all Blackrock City people, a gathering place for madmen and monsters!

"Do I need to teach you how to do it?"

Lin Bai snorted coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, the iron sheet vanished instantly.

"This...this..."

The guard captain broke out in a cold sweat, which poured down his neck through the gaps in his helmet.

What did he just do?

He pointed a gun at an adult from the tower?

Moreover, judging from the travel-worn and blood-soaked appearance of this gentleman, he has clearly just returned from some kind of mission in the wilderness!

Killing someone of that caliber is easier than killing a bug!

"My...my lord! I was blind! I deserve to die!"

The once arrogant guard captain suddenly buckled at the knees, and would have almost knelt down on the spot if it weren't for the exoskeleton supporting him.

He hurriedly slung the gun behind his back, hunched over, and forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace onto his fleshy face.

"Quick! Move the roadblocks! Can't you see the adults are going into town? You bunch of clueless good-for-nothings!"

He turned and roared at his men, spitting even further than before.

The men were completely bewildered, having no idea what that piece of broken iron was.

Seeing his boss so frightened, he knew he had messed up and hurriedly moved the roadblocks aside.

"Sir, please! Please!"

The captain approached like a lapdog, bowing and scraping as he shakily pulled a finely packaged cigar from his pocket and offered it to the captain with both hands.

"This is top-quality Thundercloud tobacco. Please...please calm down. I was blind just now. Please don't take it to heart."

Lin Bai lowered his eyes and glanced at the cigar.

He stretched out his long, slender fingers and gently pinched it.

The guard captain was overjoyed; accepting the cigarette meant his life was spared!

But the next second.

Lin Bai flicked his wrist and tossed it casually.

The cigar traced an arc in the air and landed in the arms of the old man who was still kneeling in the mud pit, shivering.

"Here you go."

Lin Bai didn't even glance at the guard captain, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered through the VIP passage.

Only a fleeting sentence lingers in the wind:

"This kind of garbage doesn't even deserve to be called smoke? It chokes your throat."

The guard captain stood frozen in place, watching Lin Bai's retreating figure. Instead of being angry, the awe in his eyes deepened.

Listen to that! That's what you call vision!

If even Thundercloud tobacco is considered inferior, what does this gentleman usually smoke?

It must be the "Dreamy Dream" series, exclusively available in the inner city!

"What a master..." The captain wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and felt as if he had just returned from the brink of death.

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