Chapter 1764 - 908: Rain and Blood_2

He stared blankly with wide eyes.

Wait, silver, rain?

Bang!

The door was forced open, and several soaked people, holding umbrellas, rushed in cursing, "Paisent, are you dead? Scar Uncle's been calling for you and you didn't hear? Get an umbrella, get an umbrella!!! You, yes you, what's your name? Come here! Hold the umbrella for Sister Patty first, I tell you, these newbies are unreliable... Why are you still standing there!"

"Oh, oh, right away!"

Sinker nodded frantically, lowered his head to find an umbrella, but felt a buzz in his chest.

A phone call.

He fumbled around to find the umbrella, too scared to answer.

But an even noisier and sharper sound echoed inside, outside, at the door, even from the luxury cars in the garage...

"Beeeeeep!"

"Ring ring, ring ring..."

"Toot! Toot! Toot!"

The notification tones, songs, rock melody, folk songs, all the sounds mixed together in a cacophony, causing everyone to freeze and absentmindedly pull out their phones.

Seeing the unknown caller on the screen, they frowned.

"What the hell is this crap!"

The man at the door, urging others, frowned impatiently, hung up the phone, and seeing Sinker's stupefied look, he became even angrier, "Still standing there like a damn fool—"

Bang!

The sound stopped abruptly.

A muffled explosion, and the man who was just berating was suddenly frozen in place, convulsing violently, with thick blood oozing from his nose, mouth, and eyes.

Stumbling, he collapsed to the ground, making no more sound, which left everyone else in a dazed shock. They reached out instinctively to feel for his breath, but couldn't sense any.

"D-dead, he's dead..."

No one responded; only the incessant beeping and ringing continued. Sinker heard the commotion inside and a frustrated Paisent picked up the phone, "Are you crazy? Do you believe I'll kill your whole family, I'll…"

Bang!

Another clear thud.

And then, his voice was gone.

The phone ringing continued, endlessly.

In the car, Scar Uncle frowned, staring at the water stains on his clothes, unable to stand the noise beside him, "Answer the phone, what are you staring for!"

The woman next to him nodded repeatedly, picked up the phone, and her expression froze as she looked towards him.

"What's wrong? Speak!"

"It's... it's a call for you..."

"Who?" Scar Uncle frowned.

"I-I don't know..." Patty's expression twitched, turned pale, "She... she said you… are guilty of countless sins, deserve death, so... so..."

She didn't dare to speak further, only the faint countdown in the phone grew closer to the end.

"5...4...3...2...1..."

"Damn it, playing tricks!"

Scar Uncle snatched the phone and threw it into the storm outside, where it shattered with sparks flying, like a short circuit producing a sharp noise.

Mixed with the final countdown.

"——[0]."

Bang!!!

Right in front of Patty, Scar Uncle suddenly froze, his face turning red, then pale.

It was as if a massive amount of blood rushed into his head, causing it to swell, swell, and swell, his eyes bulging and unable to breathe.

Until finally, a bang sounded.

The car was splattered with blood, covering Patty's face, causing her to scream uncontrollably, retreating in panic.

The body slumped towards the storm outside the car, lifelessly.

"It, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!"

Patty yelled hysterically, pleading to the gods, but in the dead silence, she heard another sound, it was her phone's ringtone.

The screen lit up and immediately auto-connected.

"Patty Farmar."

The cold female voice echoed from the speaker, calmly declaring, "For your involvement in human trafficking and murderous poisoning, you have violated the Seven Cities' Temporary Management Act. After evaluation by Paradise, you, unforgivable and deserved of your fate—"

Bang!!!

In the explosion, the car fell into complete silence.

The blood-stained screen dimmed.

At this moment, amidst the overwhelming storm, the entire Seven Cities, Port District, Shack Circle, Thousand Alleys, Central Avenue, City Hall, Eight-direction Hall... on the streets, in the dens, in the Presidential suites of hotels, beside the stinking leftovers and rotten vegetables, and in the bustling luxury brand shops...

Almost every place erupted with dense phone rings, continuously echoing, spreading like an infectious plague.

Then followed by eruptions, one after another.

Like a string of firecrackers spreading out.

Amid the panic-stricken screams and chaos, the celebratory crimson covered every street and alley.

Death, death, death, death...

One headless corpse after another fell into pools of blood, continuously, regardless of pleading or threats, without any delay.

In just three minutes, throughout Gray Port, over three thousand one hundred people related to Desert Market or Ling Liu died suddenly.

And the storm continued its relentless downpour, coldly delivering judgment and bringing death.

Bang!

In Empire's office, where a man was just chatting and laughing with the Zhu Yan Family's representative Arnold, his head burst.

An enemy attack?

Arnold froze for a moment, screamed out.

Outside the room, chaotic sounds erupted continuously. Just by the window, he witnessed the driver on the phone exploding into a headless corpse.

As Arnold screamed, a blurry old figure suddenly floated in the room.

He lowered his gaze to the corpse, bent down, dipped his finger in the blood, rubbing it, discerning the faint silver glow, and raised an eyebrow.