Chapter 1741 - 895: West Sea Grand Stage, Dare to Come! (Part 2)

In the midst of the boring waiting, counting the scratches under his feet, at this moment, he slowly raised his head to look at him, making the newcomer freeze in place, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

"Brother Ji Jue said, guests are welcome, if it's for tourism, Seven Cities welcomes you."

An Ran softly told him, "But for anything else, it's not allowed."

"Sorry, sir, I don't quite understand what you're saying." The traveler's expression twitched a bit, looking around in tension and confusion: "I may have come to the wrong place, could you please..."

Ding!

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp resonance sounded from the boy's snap, echoing from the traveler's bag, the sword inside its sheath clanged and vibrated, losing its control at some unknown point.

"To your right, on the fire safety box, there's a set of handcuffs."

An Ran did not dwell on the newcomer's identity, nor did he want to waste energy on irrelevant matters, moving straight to the point: "Put them on, and you'll live."

"..."

In the silence, there weren't any more words.

The 'traveler' remained silent, looking at him, and for a moment seemed as if he wanted to draw his sword, but the hand that reached into the bag ultimately released.

He reached towards the fire safety box, opened the door, picked up the handcuffs, and aimed them at his own wrists.

Click.

Accepted... fate?

In the crisp collision sound, the handcuffs that should have been clasped on his wrist, strangely slipped through his wrist, as if a trick, dropping in mid-air. And at the same time, the short sword that was supposed to be in his bag appeared out of nowhere in his hand, buzzing loudly.

In the high-pitched, shrill sound, it seemed that in an instant, countless sword blades emerged from the void, slashing towards the boy!

Without any warning, an instant explosion!

But the countless edges were merely a feint, and simultaneously, he had already thrown the sword blade in his hand, hurling it towards the boy ten steps away.

Like a meteor flashing by, it was an assassination sword honed with all of his power, reaching the pinnacle within ten steps!

Next, he felt a slight weight in his heart.

In a moment of stiffness, he seemed to see, the boy reached out and pressed his hand on the sword's hilt in front of his knee.

Following this, whether it was the void sword slashes appearing around him or the assassination sword with all his power, they all suddenly halted.

As if frozen.

Next, straight cracks spread through the air, intersecting and densely covered like a net, everything slid open, disjointed, split, and annihilated wherever they passed!

Only one lingering sheathing sound remained, gently fading.

Bang!

The assassin knelt down, blood gushing from the cracks all over his body, his tendons and muscles completely torn, unable to move.

"Not bad."

In the last moment, he heard the sound from the chair, as if appreciation and encouragement, telling him:

"Keep practicing."

Click, the gate opened again.

A Peace Cat holding a mop came out, cleaned the blood on the ground, sprayed air freshener, and finally dragged the barely breathing assassin wrapped in a body bag like dragging a dead dog, heading towards the park shuttle.

The corridor bridge returned to silence, without a sound.

Only the scratches under the boy's feet were mysteriously matched with another one.

An Ran yawned, sitting in the chair.

Waiting once more.

In the distance, the sound of approaching footsteps was heard.

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While Xiao An was still serving as a concierge, entertaining guests, the entire West Sea finally truly boiled under one heavy bomb after another.

There were no idyllic times, only the need to move forward under burdens.

Explosions in various senses and bad news continuously came one after another, leaving everyone stunned.

So when Seven Cities suddenly tore off its mask and previous lukewarm demeanor, picked up the butcher's knife and actively jumped into the mud to start a fight, everyone finally truly felt what unadulterated imprisonment experience meant.

The crazed Seven Cities branches were already launching full-scale assaults, hacking any red-named targets to death like drug-induced frenzy, viciously kicking even passing dogs and slapping them twice.

Hidden Mist Reef had already been targeted and beaten to a complete rout, unable even to make a phone call, resorting to literally burning paper when crying to Gray Port.

Besides this, all those locations where incidents had occurred in Seven Cities recently, the suspects who had spied on Seventh City's movements, channels handling relevant fencing matters, opportunistic trade partners, and even those canceling Seven Cities orders were all prioritized according to a list.

The gun trigger pulled to red hot, the electric baton swung leaving afterimages, the truck collided until the wheels flew off, never ceasing!

That morning, Shiye immediately followed Seven Cities to issue a statement, announcing the formation of an alliance with Seven Cities, immediately supported by Broken Reef and Coral Land branches which had already completely sided with Seven Cities.

Furthermore, all the customers who had commercial dealings with the Coast and branches that could barely remain neutral had already received phone notifications from Ling Shuo.

Courteously notified.

Rest assured, Seven Cities isn't some demon, this is normal business conduct—so-called competitors being fools, we just want to send fools to where they belong.

We don't require you to capitulate, nor want you to make sacrifices.

This fundamentally has nothing to do with you.

Just keep doing what ought to be done.

If you can honestly live your own life and don't get involved, then loan reductions or product discounts—all can be negotiated, and if there are real difficulties, Seven Cities can also offer some support.