Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 927 - 737: Brotherhood and Friendship, Isn’t That Wonderful? (Part 2)

Huai Shi couldn’t help but brighten up and raised his voice: "There’s no need for weapons or conflict, everyone can share equally. By then, brotherly love, wouldn’t that be wonderful?"

Dead silence, dead silence, dead silence.

The air seemed to freeze, time stood still, while curious expressions rapidly twisted in the searing heat of anger, turning into iron blue, unable to suppress their rage.

At the top, drawn by Huai Shi’s ’brilliant plan’, Tobio quietly craned his neck, almost getting stuck, couldn’t help but raise a hand to his old face, deeply feeling a touch of absurdity.

Go to hell, just shut up!

I never realized this guy could offend people so easily?

If, in a moment of rage, everyone joins forces to tear this guy apart alive, should I cheer for them from the sidelines?

"You bastard!!!!"

In the moment of realization, Kuroda Qingwu’s face flushed red, almost dripping blood, he roared in anger, stood up wanting to grab Huai Shi’s collar.

But at the instant his fingers touched the collar, everyone’s vision blurred.

A loud boom.

The long table collapsed from the middle, leftovers flew, and the tatami shook violently.

And Kuroda Qingwu’s head was already pulled by Huai Shi, smashing through the table, deeply embedded into the ground, with intense vibrations hitting, his vision darkened, suddenly losing consciousness. Only two legs twitching proving he was still alive.

"Oh no, this is not good, during the president’s banquet to use violence, isn’t this without manners?" Huai Shi slowly let go, turned back with a smile: "I was forced to fight back earlier, everyone must testify for me."

Testify to hell!

If not for considering the Alliance’s reputation, everyone wished to join hands to tear this damned thing apart.

"Utterly arrogant!"

"Do you intend to become a public enemy of the Alliance!"

"Huai Zhisu People, do you even see us!"

But amidst the angry rebukes, Huai Shi slowly stood up, casually grabbed a piece of tablecloth to wipe his hands, then turned back, glaring coldly at those furious faces, seriously told them:

"Honestly, I know you all hate me, also know you all dislike a young guy sitting here side by side with you, the things I do are not likable.

I’m well aware of this.

But, I don’t care..."

He raised his voice, telling everyone: "The thing I value, I will personally get, the thing I want to do, I will personally do!

If anyone dares to stand in front of me, then he is my enemy."

Just like that, casually, he tossed the tablecloth onto Kuroda’s head, calmly waved: "I’ve said my piece, that’s it. I’ve chosen, everyone do as you please."

Politely bid farewell to Tobio, thanked him for the warm hospitality today, Huai Shi thus stepped silently, turned and left.

Immediately, a stifling uproar of anger erupted.

With Huai Shi setting an example, the remaining people no longer held back. Some had already divided territories with others before the banquet ended, on how to split these assets.

Meanwhile Tobio smiled sipping tea from the sidelines throughout.

It was only at the end, before getting up to leave, that he lightly said: "The rules of competitive duels within the Alliance, you all understand, I don’t need to repeat.

If the old man finds out again that someone dares to mess with unspeakable things, then it definitely won’t be as simple as today..."

Along with his words, in the corner of the hall, a middle-aged man bearing a sword who appeared unnoticed raised his eyes, the sharp blade at his waist pushed out one inch by his thumb, an ominous chill spread instantly, like death, enveloping everyone, sending chills down their spines.

This was Tobio’s last warning: Next time, if the rules are violated again, it’ll be him who comes to see you.

Meanwhile, in the car, Huai Shi who was deep in thought raised his eyes, looked towards the back.

In the Soloist’s perception, just two kilometers away on the mountain road, that pure and exquisite killing intent was still so vivid.

The Alliance still harbored a Fourth Stage...

Unexpected.

He recalled that evening when he saw the middle-aged man with the sword and the old man with a gun.

The old man was a bit weaker, a Third Stage, but the ancient gun in his arms was frighteningly powerful, definitely some Stigmata Relic. Whereas the middle-aged man’s sword was quite ordinary, making one’s heart skip, all relying on his formidable force, along with decades of Sword Zen nurturing a thread of killing intent.

Looking at it this way, the style should indeed be One-Sword Style.

Yet amidst his pondering, he saw Ueno driving ahead his face ever-changing, hesitant to speak, at times joyful, at times frowning.

"What’s up?" Huai Shi asked.

"Cough, cough, just... just... the things you said at the banquet, big boss." Ueno’s expression was complicated: "It’s already spread outside."

Huai Shi’s expression twitched slightly.

Wow, your gossip speed... pretty sure there’s a bug in the venue, right?

"Big boss, are we really going to... take it all?" Ueno cautiously asked, looking a bit uneasy.

"What’s the matter? Scared?" Huai Shi laughed.

"No, no, just..." Ueno hesitated for a while, then softly reminded: "Our Huaizhi Gang really doesn’t have enough people. So many assets, how do we manage them?"