A Night of Desperation-Chapter 581: initially entered 1

One hour later, Linglong Empire·Beijiang City.

In an exhibition gallery named Four Seasons.

A series of special paintings themed around the four seasons hung on the walls, for people to slowly appreciate and comment on.

Yan Wei disguised herself as an ordinary tourist and walked into the exhibition.

She glanced at herself slightly, wearing a white dress, a large wavy copper-colored hat, long hair draped simply behind, with a large V-neck that exposed her ample chest.

In fact, she disliked dressing like this, but for this mission, the role she was playing required such attire. At this moment, enduring and conflicted, her mood had already plummeted to rock bottom. Her state was extremely poor.

She touched the pearl earrings on her ears;these things appeared to be earrings but were actually long-distance hidden wavelength communicators.

"Do we really have to dress this disgustingly? I feel my chest is very cold, and my legs are also cold!" Yan Wei whispered.

"Your current identity is the second daughter of a wealthy merchant, returned from studying abroad, with considerable accomplishments in art. The country you went to is very open and has a hot climate, and the second daughter you’re playing is relatively free-spirited. This is her most conservative outfit." Miaozhi’s helpless voice came through the earpiece.

Yan Wei glanced down at her legs, only wrapped in a thin layer of white silk.

"Can’t I change into something warmer?"

"No way, you should take this up with Lord Safra who arranged this plan." Miaozhi shirked the blame, "But doesn’t this outfit look great on you? Very fairy-like. You are fair-skinned and beautiful too."

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"Ha. Looking good has no value, it only serves as a mere accessory to increase objectification. If you can’t talk properly, you might as well shut up." Yan Wei said coldly. freewebnøvel.com

"Weiwei, your temper is too explosive..." Miaozhi couldn’t help but say. "What’s wrong with looking good..."

Yan Wei was known within their small organization for her bad temper, impatience, and coldness.

Although she was very beautiful, had a great figure, full and strong, with a large chest and long, evenly proportioned legs. Almost the stereotypical ice beauty.

But due to her temper, no one could tolerate her.

They belonged to an official secret organization named Green Light. This time, a top-secret message came from above. Yinluo’s experimental life armor named Sha River, made of Flame Star’s native materials, had just been assembled and was ready for transportation to Linglong Capital. They needed to assist in guarding it along the way.

And Beijiang City was one of the key points for this transfer.

"There are fifteen minutes left. The transfer team’s vehicles will pass by the street in front of the gallery. We will release the scout unit about thirty seconds in advance, keep an eye on the timing and be alert." Miaozhi reminded.

"Got it." Yan Wei nodded covertly. She pinched the hidden armor component inside her sleeve. This time, the organization dispatched three officers, each proficient in life armor components, and far superior to ordinary people.

She was one of them.

She checked the time and naturally pretended to appreciate the paintings, walked a few steps, and moved to a different painting.

This painting depicted a child accidentally falling out of a window but was caught by a passing flying Yinluo, who gently held him and placed him back into the window.

When Yan Wei arrived, there was already an argument in front of this painting.

"I told you, Yinluo are just a group, a community, with both good and bad individuals. This painting expresses that Yinluo are not as cold and ruthless as they appear. There are good ones amongst them. We should respond to them with a gentle attitude, find the moderate faction among them, and rely on them to oppose the hardline and ruthless faction." This was said by an elderly man dressed in a casual outfit with white hair, his face tightly knit, accompanied by two young people who seemed to be his juniors.

"I also said that competition between groups is not bound by morality. Sympathy arises more broadly when life levels are similar. Hardliners won’t be guided by sympathy, only moderates will. Moderates are inherently gentle and can’t compete against hardliners in internal power struggles, so they are destined to be a minority. Relying on moderates to counter hardliners will only lead to one result: total defeat."

On the other side was a robust young man who said this.

He seemed to be alone, wearing a simple white T-shirt and dark blue jeans, which didn’t hide his solid muscle contours.

"Then what do you think the best approach should be?" The old man looked at the robust young man solemnly.

"Retreat. First, find a way to avoid confrontation. Knowing you won’t win and still confronting them is suicidal, a meaningless sacrifice. Only by preserving useful individuals will there be hope for the future." The robust young man replied.

The old man snorted coldly upon hearing this, seemingly disdainful, and turned to leave with his group.

Yan Wei also felt a surge of disgust.

"Escaping will only make oneself more miserable." She couldn’t help but blurt out.

Pictures of her family lying in a pool of blood spontaneously emerged in her mind.

Back then, she escaped. Using the opportunity her parents fought for, she survived, but in return, she was left with deep guilt and pain towards herself.

If she could have sought help in time, reported to the police to rescue her family affected by the Yinluo combat aftermath, maybe things wouldn’t have been so....

But there is no "if."

"Retreat is not passive avoidance but strategic withdrawal for stronger counterattacks in the future." The robust young man smiled and responded.

"Do you think you can counterattack?" Yan Wei asked coldly. "You don’t understand what you’re facing at all!"

"Everyone has weaknesses. It might be difficult, it might be dangerous, but only if people survive can there be hope. Isn’t that right?" the man continued.

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"If everyone were like you, the entire Linglong would have been wiped out long ago!" Yan Wei retorted.

"Actually, that’s not true..." The man was about to continue.

"That’s bullshit! Shut up!" Yan Wei suddenly raised her voice, a surge of anger welling up in her chest, cutting him off. "You don’t understand anything! If you haven’t truly experienced it yourself, stop spouting nonsense here!"

"How do you know I haven’t experienced it?" the man retorted.

"One person escaping alone, and then what? What can you achieve by isolating yourself from the group? The opposition is a collective, and if everyone thinks like you, the front vanguard will naturally try to escape during a confrontation! The end result will be that, even if you are stronger, you will face inevitable defeat time and again!" Yan Wei said coldly.

"So what do you suggest?" the man asked.

"Surrender, join them." Yan Wei responded coldly. "Only by integrating can we learn their key techniques, which is the only hope for our people to rise again. The Life Armor of the Yinluo people is technology far beyond the reach of the entire Flame Star. Many of them are willing to help us, as long as we are friendly enough!"

"Heh..." The man fell silent and simply chuckled.

"Besides laughing, you can do nothing." Yan Wei said, leaving a remark before turning and walking toward the next painting.

The man behind her seemed to be lost in thought as he left the painting as well.

"Still continuing? It’s said that the people from the Tower of Dawn will be here to seize the Life Armor from Sha River." A faint female voice also rang in his ear.

"It has nothing to do with us." The man shook his head slightly. He was Yu Hong, who had come all the way from another region searching.

Finding a suitable entry point is very troublesome. If the chosen person is not outstanding enough, the initial investment can easily go to waste and aid the enemy instead.

Therefore, choosing a good target is not easy.

"From the girl just now, it’s evident that the people here have developed a deep fear of the Yinluo people. To find suitable candidates, we might need to use some tricks..." Yu Hong said.

"What kind of tricks?" Quan He asked.

"No rush... Let’s leave here first." Yu Hong said.

"The next possible target location is Weirong City. There’s a newly emerged small resistance group there;we might try to make contact." Quan He said.

"Alright." Yu Hong turned and slowly walked towards the door.

Having found no suitable candidates here, the only gain was knowing that the people here were already demoralized by the Yinluo people.

This somewhat disappointed him. After all, the Yinluo people had not been here for long.

Yet they had easily caused such a troublesome situation.

Yu Hong exited the exhibition hall, hailed a taxi, gave the destination, and then closed his eyes to rest.

SCREECH!!

At that moment, a white delivery truck suddenly appeared from the front, abruptly slamming on the brakes.

The friction between the wheels and the ground generated massive heat, causing white smoke to billow.

The long, ten-meter truck tilted viciously forward with momentum, crashing into a dessert shop by the street side with a loud boom, and stopped moving.

But while the truck stopped, more than ten people, all wearing black metal masks, rushed out from the surrounding streets, armed with guns, charging towards the truck.

"Is this the Tower of Dawn making a move?" Yu Hong immediately realized. He was somewhat curious about this resistance group and simply stopped to watch the unfolding attack from the roadside.

Over ten masked men rushed to the truck, quickly dragging down three crates, laboriously loading them onto their getaway van, attempting to speed away.

But by then, police cars and the exclusive flying crafts of the Yinluo people had already appeared in the perimeter.

Simultaneously, hundreds of armed soldiers, led by three plainclothes figures, were closing in.

Yan Wei’s hand turned into a silver cover as she coldly and disdainfully watched the masked gunmen.

She was the chief expert of this alert mission and the main commander.

"Has the Automated Security Team arrived?" she asked in a low voice.

"They’ve been here for a long time, but it seems the Yinluo lords don’t trust our handling ability," Miaozi replied. "Weiwei, you need to show them your capability."

"Watch me then."

Yan Wei raised her hand, and suddenly a large number of silver metal pieces erupted from the ground behind her.

The dense metal fragments, each only the size and thickness of a fingernail.

The masses of metal pieces converged, and with a gesture of Yan Wei’s hand, they turned into a torrent, rushing towards that direction in an instant!

The rumbling vibrations made the entire street tremble continuously.

In that direction, all the masked soldiers of the Tower of Dawn were instantly shredded into countless pieces of flesh and blood under the onslaught of the metal torrent.