TYMIMA Chapter 142

Deng Zhi’s pupils trembled violently as she twisted and dodged at the limit, her movements lightning-fast. The bullet barely grazed her hair before embedding deeply in the wall.

 

“White Pharaoh, you…” Deng Zhi was shocked, stepping back to create distance from Lance.

 

Lance’s face was dark as water. Without responding, he fired several shots in succession, each aimed at Deng Zhi’s vital points.

 

Deng Zhi dodged and weaved, cold sweat pouring down, barely avoiding fatal hits. Her gaze at Lance was shattered and shocked.

 

Lily stood to the side with her mouth tightly shut, not daring to breathe heavily. She’d never seen Lance so furious—she could tell Lance truly wanted to kill Deng Zhi.

 

Zhan Pingchuan watched this explosive scene, experiencing White Pharaoh’s ruthless methods firsthand for the first time. Indeed, the little fox hadn’t reached his leadership position in Black Lantern Society through being pretty, delicious-looking, universally loved, and flower-blooming.

 

Actually, being the Alpha behind a successful Omega was pretty good—why not rely on his wife? Only those without wives would object.

 

Zhan Pingchuan touched his nose, beginning to consider the possibility of marrying into the family.

 

Just as Lance emptied his bullets and reached for the machine gun on Zhan Pingchuan’s back, Deng Zhi’s expression finally changed.

 

She began to smile, the expression gradually twisting as venom seeped into her gaze. Gradually, her feminine characteristics began to fade, and the crude prison uniform transformed into a clean, neat white robe.

 

Benbu stared fixedly at Lance, his rough, sandy voice seeping from purple lips—

 

“White Pharaoh, how ruthless.”

 

Lily gasped, jumping back in shock. “You’re not Deng Zhi!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s face darkened, his eyes full of undisguised disgust. “Are you sick? Look what time it is—buddy’s schedule is so busy, yet you’re still performing with such enthusiasm. Can’t cannon fodder give themselves fewer scenes?”

 

Benbu: “…” Smile disappearing technique.

 

He’d used Kluova’s pheromones to transform into Deng Zhi, indeed hoping to eliminate White Pharaoh and Son-in-law without bloodshed—after all, he was naturally cunning and treacherous.

 

But now the sneak attack had failed and his trick was exposed, making his performance seem truly useless and ridiculous.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s words hit his sore spot hard, making him somewhat embarrassed and angry.

 

“In that case, I’ll have to expend some effort to bury you.” Benbu sighed lightly, then easily tore off the ‘rare lead ore’ shackles on his hands and feet. “But before you die, I’m curious—did you see through my disguise, or did you really want to kill Deng Zhi?”

 

Lance looked up and down at this white robe. Unlike other messengers, this person’s hem was embroidered with a circle of black thread, and the robe’s material was more exquisitely crafted.

 

Other messengers usually didn’t talk much, immediately engaging in life-or-death combat, while this person was clearly more at ease in conversation, not even rushing to kill them.

 

This showed he was extremely confident in his strength, even knowing Zhan Pingchuan had killed one of his colleagues.

 

Lance guessed his status was a cut above other messengers.

 

“Benbu.” Lance said his name methodically.

 

It wasn’t hard to figure out. Throughout their fight, the guards on the radio kept saying “Lord Benbu,” not “Director Si.” This meant that while Si Hongche was famous and prominent in the outside world, he’d been sidelined in this AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison operation against Black Lantern Society.

 

The real person in charge was this messenger leader, Benbu.

 

“You know me.” Benbu narrowed his eyes, becoming more curious about White Pharaoh’s identity.

 

Very few people had seen him in person. He spent most of his time in the restricted zone, beside the three elders. So those who could recognize him at a glance could only be high-ranking Federation Council members.

 

Could White Pharaoh be connected to the Federation Council?

 

Lance smiled, his lifted lips revealing a row of white teeth. “Where’s Si Hongche? I suggest switching to him—you’re too slow to react.”

 

Benbu: “…” Smile disappearing technique again.

 

What vicious Black Lantern Society members—each one’s mouth was like it was poisoned.

 

Lily frowned, tilted her head, and pursed her lips tightly.

 

Emmmm…

 

Right, how did Lance know this person was called Benbu? There was no self-introduction earlier.

 

But she couldn’t ask—asking would admit she was slow to react!

 

“Seems you don’t quite acknowledge your own stupidity.” Lance casually returned the machine gun to Zhan Pingchuan. He knew this weapon would hardly harm Benbu—Benbu’s strength was definitely stronger than other messengers.

 

“Though Deng Zhi has an aloof personality, she’s fundamentally kind. Though you used her to harm Black Lantern Society, I wouldn’t kill her. When someone does good but gets harmed by evil people, how could it be the good person’s fault?” Lance glanced at Benbu, his amber pupils calm as ancient wells.

 

“I called you stupid because you still don’t know where you went wrong.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “.” Whatever, as long as his wife is happy 🙂

 

Lily: “…” Help, where did he go wrong?

 

Benbu’s fingers slowly clenched inside his white robe as he said sinisterly, “Could it be you and Deng Zhi made some unknown agreement?”

 

Lance raised his left eyebrow slightly, clearly somewhat speechless.

 

“Most basically, you have a Capital City accent, while Deng Zhi has a Taida City accent. Haven’t you ever heard Deng Zhi speak?”

 

Benbu’s face instantly changed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

 

Indeed, he’d never heard Deng Zhi speak—that was because Si Hongche had executed Deng Zhi in Taida City, and he hadn’t had time to participate in her interrogation!

 

“Furthermore, when you heard me say ‘With me here, none of them matter,’ you were obviously stunned for a moment, because you sensed my awakening level was very low, while the codename Son-in-law is S-level. You’ve indeed witnessed Son-in-law’s role along the way, so you thought our group relied entirely on him. This proves you’re not Deng Zhi—you don’t know how I killed Erdiff.” Lance smiled slightly.

 

Those who’d truly witnessed him summon the Outer God wouldn’t question that statement at all.

 

“Son-in-law?” Zhan Pingchuan pointed at himself with a finger. Huh, me?

 

Lance silently pressed down the confused little wolf cub’s finger and continued to Benbu: “Also.”

 

Benbu: “???” Also?!

 

“Deng Zhi once gave me a little bug. This little thing is very spiritual, but it had no reaction to your appearance at all.”

 

Moth Rong Weng couldn’t stand this freezing hellhole and was curled up with its paws tucked in, sleeping soundly next to Lance’s gland.

 

“In conclusion, if it were Si Hongche, after that moment of confusion, he would have realized he’d been exposed.” Lance deliberately provoked Benbu, and seeing his jaw muscles twitch at these words, Lance was satisfied. “Now, you can die in peace.”

 

Buzz buzz…

 

Just then, the radio in Benbu’s robe crackled to life.

 

Two messages came through—

 

“Lord Benbu, someone has broken into the underground storage and is currently fleeing.”

 

“Lord Benbu, Warden Asmodeus has rushed to the second level. ‘Doctor Bai’ is dead.”

 

…

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s heart tightened, his back turning cold as an ominous premonition arose.

 

Adrian!

 

Hearing this, Benbu put away the radio and sneered viciously: “You’re at the end of your rope. Even if you reach the second level now, you’ll only see Mad Clown’s corpse.”

 

Lance’s pupils gradually contracted until they became concentrated black dots.

 

“You’d better pray he’s fine, or I’ll kill all you white-robed people.”

 

“Dream on in the underworld!” Benbu’s feet suddenly stirred up ink-like flowing liquid that rolled around his body like undulating waves.

 

Powerful ability pheromones wrapped around him, this energy distorting the air and making his facial features begin to shake and separate.

 

Benbu suddenly flipped his palm, absorbing a mass of flowing black liquid. Then he clenched his five fingers, and the black liquid seemed to come alive, pulsing like a heart.

 

Lily got goosebumps all over: “What the hell is that thing?”

 

Benbu suddenly hurled it, the pulsing black liquid cutting through the air in a streak, heading straight for Lance.

 

“Watch out!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan immediately summoned a barrier in front of Lance and Lily.

 

He’d never seen this type of ability—to avoid losses, he couldn’t approach rashly.

 

The black liquid rolled and bounced against the light blue barrier, its pulsing stopping abruptly. Then came a deafening explosion—

 

BANG!

 

The black liquid exploded violently, the shockwave making Lance stagger back two steps while Zhan Pingchuan felt a sweet taste rise in his chest.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan quickly suppressed that surge of blood and chuckled softly: “Time bomb, that’s it?”

 

Benbu didn’t answer, only smiled darkly. The exploded black liquid splattered all over the walls, but instead of sticking there, they formed into small liquid spheres, each pulsing like it had a heart.

 

Sure enough, dozens of small liquid spheres rose up and bounced toward them again!

 

“This damn thing can split too?” Zhan Pingchuan’s voice rose as he raised his hand, shooting several silver threads at the liquid spheres.

 

The silver threads passed through the center of each sphere. Sure enough, the struck spheres stopped pulsing and exploded violently in sequence—

 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

 

The ground shook violently, walls cracked with hideous gaps, and prisoners on both sides covered their ears, screaming in terror.

 

They indeed couldn’t be harmed by abilities, but if the explosions brought down the ceiling, they’d still be crushed by falling stones.

 

This time Lance was shaken until his left ear rang slightly, taking several seconds to recover.

 

Though the liquid spheres had become smaller, their explosive power didn’t seem diminished.

 

He patted his ear, about to inform Zhan Pingchuan of this, when Zhan Pingchuan suddenly gripped his arm hard and threw him backward: “Fall back!”

 

Sure enough, the liquid spheres split into even smaller spheres—this time over a hundred—shooting toward Zhan Pingchuan!

 

Not only that, Benbu was no longer satisfied with splitting one liquid sphere. He raised both palms, absorbing more spheres from the black liquid and hurling them at Zhan Pingchuan in a barrage.

 

Dense liquid spheres filled the sky. Zhan Pingchuan’s scalp tingled as he had to expand his barrier to cover the entire space, preventing any spheres from escaping to explode near Lance and Lily.

 

Simultaneously, silver threads continued to penetrate precisely, detonating the spheres one by one!

 

BANG BANG BANG!

 

Explosions came one after another. The walls showed obvious warping and denting, prisoners screamed in terror, desperately shaking their bars, hoping someone would rescue them.

 

Unfortunately, the next second, the wall collapsed with a crash, the ceiling falling straight down and stirring up clouds of dust. Over ten prisoners were crushed into pulp.

 

“Shit! What happened?” Upper-level prisoners fell down in confusion, landing on the bleeding corpses.

 

“Holy… hell!” Seeing the situation, the upper prisoners tried to crawl back up, but just as they stood, thousands of liquid spheres split by Benbu crashed toward Zhan Pingchuan again.

 

Zhan Pingchuan shot out a thousand silver threads, precisely detonating all the liquid spheres again.

 

But he knew that if the spheres continued splitting, they’d eventually exceed his ability range.

 

Predictably, explosions rang out again.

 

This time, the entire ceiling trembled. The stone walls could no longer withstand such heavy impacts—the fifth floor cracked with a snap and crashed down, while the sixth floor’s ground collapsed in succession toward the seventh floor.

 

“Ah! Help!”

 

“What’s happening!”

 

Guards still patrolling the upper levels also fell with the floor slabs, lying scattered everywhere in disarray.

 

Prisoners on the seventh floor who hadn’t escaped in time also suffered heavy casualties.

 

Before the collapse, Zhan Pingchuan had quickly leaped to Lance and Lily’s side, grabbing one in each hand, avoiding falling debris and flashing to a more stable position on the seventh floor.

 

As soon as they landed, they heard a surprised, low call: “Young… Young Master! Young Madam!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan and Lance quickly turned to see Popov lying in the corner of a seventh-floor cell, covered in blood.

 

Popov had countless gunshot wounds all over his body. His outer clothes were completely soaked with blood, his abdomen still gurgling with blood. His legs were twisted and deformed—he couldn’t stand or walk. His shoulder flesh was grotesquely turned outward, exposing white bone. Besides this, only one eye could barely open while the other was burst and bleeding, blood trailing to his lips.

 

Even so, he still desperately protected Adrian’s body within the barrier.

 

Shortly after being separated from the main force, Popov had fallen into the guards’ encirclement. At first, he could rely on his brute strength to hold out, forcing back waves of guards.

 

But without Fata’s power pills, his pheromones rapidly depleted and his stamina weakened. He gradually couldn’t maintain his steel-reinforced form, and his injuries slowly multiplied.

 

He realized he couldn’t continue like this—he had to run, had to regroup with everyone.

 

So he ran around like a headless fly, but this prison seemed like a maze. Every time he thought he was about to find an exit, he’d crash hard into walls, losing hope.

 

He was being toyed with by that spatial manipulator.

 

Finally, rare lead ore bullets penetrated his body. He felt his abdomen go cold, then life began slowly draining away.

 

 

But he didn’t dare fall—he hadn’t delivered the supervisor’s body to the second level yet!

 

So he struggled to lift the supervisor, using his own back to block bullets as he continued running forward.

 

Blood dripped all the way, his steps growing slower and slower. He gradually couldn’t see clearly, his vision repeatedly going black.

 

Finally, he couldn’t move anymore. He collapsed in a cell, struggling to shield the supervisor behind him, feeling despair for the first time in his life.

 

He was definitely going to die, but what if they captured the supervisor’s body?

 

If the body died, the supervisor would die too.

 

No… no!

 

Popov held on with his last bit of willpower while guards sneered and pressed gun barrels to his throat, planning to kill him with one shot.

 

In his final moment, Popov prayed to heaven, hoping someone would come save him. He promised to eat a balanced diet from now on, getting proper nutrition, eating and sleeping well…

 

Just then, the seventh floor ceiling suddenly collapsed!

 

“What—” The guard looked up at the sound, and large chunks of falling stone slabs landed right on his face. Popov watched as the gun-wielding guard’s brains splattered and he lost all breath.

 

Popov was dumbfounded—he’d been so wrong not to believe in gods and Buddhas before!

 

Though his legs were also crushed and deformed, the pain gave him his last bit of spirit. He saw Zhan Pingchuan and Lance at a glance, so he called out.

 

“Popov!” Zhan Pingchuan’s pupils were reddened by Popov’s condition, not realizing his voice had lost control and changed pitch.

 

But Popov smiled with relief, carefree: “Great, prayer really fucking works… Supervisor… supervisor is fine, I’ll… leave him to you.”

 

His voice grew fainter until it disappeared, and his heavy eyelids could finally close peacefully.

 

“No, no, no… open your eyes!” Lily collapsed to the ground, her eyes terrified and helpless.

 

Lance wasn’t as panicked as Lily. He immediately rushed forward, pressing hard on Popov’s abdominal wound with such force that veins bulged on the back of his hands.

 

Even in this moment, his brain didn’t stop thinking for a second.

 

Without Fata, without Ling Qi, how could he save a dying person?

 

Where was the Outer God?

 

In the Spirit Realm system, all was silent. Unless he himself faced major threats, the Outer God would never appear.

 

Blood quickly soaked his fingers. He felt Popov’s body temperature gradually dissipating.

 

No time left—Popov had five minutes at most!

 

In an instant, Lance remembered Chen Shun’an.

 

Back on the Manxing Sea ship, Chen Shun’an had leaped from the top helipad, suffering full-body fractures, cardiac arrest, respiratory failure…

 

Lance had an epiphany. He suddenly raised his eyes and commanded the confused Lily: “Use your ability, then search the guards’ bodies! Find recovery-type pheromones!”

 

Lily snapped awake. She leaped up, grabbed her notebook, and quickly wrote a line—

 

【Lily will immediately find recovery-type pheromones.】

 

Control-type B-level first-tier ability [Written Reality] activated. Lily directly flipped over the guard who’d pointed a gun at Popov, reaching into his clothes to search.

 

She quickly found a hidden pocket.

 

Inside were three pheromone vials—two had broken and dissipated, but one remained intact.

 

Without guessing, this one had to be the recovery-type pheromones.

 

Lance took the pheromone vial, tilted his head back and poured it down his throat. His palm pressing on Popov’s wound immediately burst with energy, and under this energy, all of Popov’s wounds began healing at a visible rate!

 

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