Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1669: Chapter 882: Battle Royale! (Part 3)

In the dungeon.

The sound of explosions ceased.

Qing Chen lowered his head, pondering something. On the left of the corridor outside was Boss He’s cell, and the right was the passageway out.

He was frantically calculating every possible scenario, the possibility of breaking out, the possibility of coming back.

At that moment, Boss He’s third phrase came, the knocking sound in the dim dungeon was clear and firm: ”Trust me.”

The Silver City Duke frowned at the monitor: ”Why isn’t Lao San moving yet? I’m going down to check.”

As soon as he spoke, Qing Chen moved, turning right out the door, running wildly towards the outside of the dungeon.

A sudden explosion came from the headquarters of the Black Knights, and pedestrians outside were stunned as thick smoke billowed out.

Qing Chen, covered in blood, ran out from the headquarters, unstoppable, killing all Silver City soldiers who tried to intercept him without mercy.

Just as Lao Wu had instructed, right outside the door was an armed helicopter.

After exiting the dungeon, Qing Chen leapt into the helicopter cabin like a leopard, roaring at the pilot: ”Take off, fly east, or I’ll kill you!”

The pilot hurriedly pulled up the control stick, and the helicopter quickly ascended in altitude, swiftly flying outside of Silver City.

Meanwhile, Lao Er, Lao Si, Lao Wu, Lao Liu, Lao Qi, Lao Ba, Lao Jiu, and Lao Shiyi had all mobilized, hurrying to the airport to find their airships.

The Silver City Duke did not leave; he stayed at headquarters with Lao Shi and Lao Shier to guard.

The spectacle was already grand enough; it didn’t require him to take action.

This Silver City Duke kept pondering Lao San’s few seconds of pause moments ago, always feeling an unexpected twist might happen in this matter, yet couldn’t figure out where this twist would come from.

Elsewhere, Lao Er, while on the way to the airport, softly asked his secretary: ”Has my takeover equipment been moved to the airship?”

The secretary replied: ”It has been quietly transferred onto it, rest assured, no one noticed.”

Lao Er sighed in relief, quietly instructed a few words in his plan to Lao Si and Lao Ba over the phone, then exhaled, leaning against the soft seat in the back row of the vehicle.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On another side, Lao Wu had already boarded the airship, urging the soldiers within: ”Hurry, we must find Lao San before Lao Er! Lao Er thinks I don’t know what he’s up to, humph, I can’t let him succeed!”

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In the Central Royal City.

The Duke of Storm City was already seated on the throne, starting to exercise his prince-regent powers, ruling on behalf of his father.

This position, he had longed for over thirty years, and his remaining life span was only over twenty years, he must cherish it.

At this time, a Drama Master hurriedly entered, placing a note in front of the Duke of Storm City: ”The King’s Charter, urgent.”

The Duke of Storm City nodded: ”Confirm it’s the first generation’s birthday, right?”

”Yes,” the Drama Master nodded: ”When he served in the army with the Silver City Duke back then, who’d have thought he’d have this position today? The information filled out was honest, they wouldn’t have allowed him to fake it back then.”

At this moment, the Drama Master pulled out a sealed bag: ”Back then, this person suspected a certain child of his wasn’t biological during the first generation, so he sent a strand of hair for a paternal test, which was intercepted by a Drama Master of the time.”

The Duke of Storm City was astonished, only recently taking over the Drama Master organization’s work, discovering this organization far more confidential and perverse than imagined.

These people who could see fate, laid countless foreshadowings within fate!

Too terrifying, perhaps even the Third Knight didn’t know how he’d die.

The Duke of Storm City said: ”Alright, I got it, convey to Father, with a name, birthday, hair or blood, this person will surely die within a day.”

The Drama Master departed.

The Duke of Storm City called for six kinds of magic potions, using his own blood to draw a hexagram on the table, then placed Black Deer Horn, Blue Butterfly wings, Kuroharara earth, Spring Ox tongue, Cloud Bear tears, and a cup of Brandy at the six points of the hexagram.

Then placed Lao San’s hair inside the hexagram.

The Duke of Storm City infused his own power, but an odd thing occurred, the potions on the hexagram stirred no reaction, neither did the hair within.

The curse failed?

He, a demigod, failed to curse an A-Class?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Duke of Storm City attempted repeatedly, even switching to various dark magic, none succeeded.

This Third Knight... unexpectedly strong?

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The third Chapter will be out at dawn, no need to rush me from 1 am... rushing won’t help... I’m spending every moment besides six hours of sleep and an hour for meals writing... challenging my limits...