I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week-Chapter 2522 - 2523: Danger Approaches

Before this, the people from various organizations were all on edge, their nerves were taut.

Now Dak stepped forward, somewhat easing their tense nerves.

In the crowd, people glanced at each other but didn’t act immediately.

Because Dak was unfamiliar to them; in their impression, this person didn’t exist at all.

Thus, while searching for Lin Yi, they were also scrutinizing each other.

Over the years, they’ve lived lives of licking blades—experience has taught them that the unknown equals danger.

Seeing the crowd unmoved, Dak flicked away his cigarette butt and spoke calmly:

"I think at this moment, who we are no longer matters. What matters is how to capture that person."

Unless absolutely necessary, Dak had no intention of revealing his identity.

Mammon’s mystery wasn’t something to be tainted by these people.

After a pause, Dak continued:

"If mutual suspicion persists, there’ll be no way to conduct a proper search. We’ll miss our chance, and I’m sure none of you want that to happen."

Another round of whispers, the crowd murmured among themselves softly.

Dak didn’t rush; he knew they needed time to process. If he were in their shoes, he’d also act cautiously.

About thirty seconds later, representatives from the major organizations stepped forward from the group and approached Dak.

"What do you have to say?"

The speaker was Dehebayev, the leader of God’s Army.

"If we remain suspicious of each other, this mission will fail. I believe such distrust is unnecessary."

"Heh... someone who doesn’t even dare reveal their name? I don’t see how that demonstrates sincerity."

The speaker had a burly build, sun-darkened bronze skin, and stood like a mountain exuding sheer pressure.

His name was Kuitos, leader of the Blood Bull Tribe.

"Is there really a connection between those two matters? If I reveal my name, will the situation reverse? Or will I suddenly become more trustworthy?"

Dak smirked with a touch of mockery in his eyes.

"We all know who we are deep down. I think now is the time to focus on real business. If we keep idling like this, we’ll only be helping them escape."

No one replied immediately. After a few seconds of silence, someone spoke.

The speaker was thin, wore glasses, and looked somewhat out of place among the crowd.

"I agree with him. Our goal isn’t mutual suspicion, but capturing the person. China has an old saying: when the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits. I find this phrase full of Eastern philosophical meaning—it’s worth sharing with everyone."

His name was Sangga, leader of the Black Forest.

The crowd fell into silence again. Finally, a woman stepped forward and said:

"Then let’s follow his suggestion. Staying here like this is no solution."

Her name was Ashley, leader of the Bilderberg Club.

Dak’s lips curled into a smile, "Since there are no objections, we’ll consider the non-aggression agreement established. Everyone can proceed to act on their own. Whoever finds him first claims him."

"Agreed."

The agreement’s formation heightened the intensity of the search.

But everyone knew in their hearts the agreement would only govern minor matters—no one wanted to appear petty.

However, once the man was captured, the agreement would likely crumble, and they’d fight to claim him.

Thus, the real clash was brewing in everyone’s hearts, awaiting its moment to erupt.

"Regroup!"

Dak said quietly, calling Mammon’s members to a corner.

"Mr. Dak."

"I just found traces of blood on the ground—it’s likely left by that person. Search the area within a fifty-meter radius, don’t stray too far."

"Understood."

...

Inside the house, Lin Yi and Zhang Long were still waiting for an opportunity to leave.

But the area below was swarming with people; escaping under such tight encirclement wasn’t going to be easy.

"Team Leader Lin..."

"Don’t speak, I know what you want to say," Lin Yi said softly:

"I sense they’re about to make a move. We need to hide for now. If someone actually comes in, try not to make any noise. If we’re exposed, the two of us won’t make it alive."

Zhang Long nodded silently, clenching his fist and striking his thigh hard!

The punch held all of his anger!

Soon after, cries and screams echoed from outside—it was coming from innocent civilians.

Lin Yi’s face was expressionless, but he discerned from fragments of conversation.

The people patrolling below were employing the most extreme measures, breaking into civilian homes to search.

This sent Lin Yi’s heart sinking to its lowest point. novelbuddy.cσ๓

This was the scenario he least wanted to see.

"This is bad—the people outside have started searching house-by-house. They’ll likely get to us soon," Lin Yi said softly:

"We need to hide."

Lin Yi supported Zhang Long as they hid by the entrance.

If anyone came in, the two of them would still have room to maneuver—not entirely cornered.

Seconds ticked by slowly, like waiting for death to arrive.

Gradually, they heard voices from outside; those searching might already be right below.

Unable to control it, Lin Yi’s heart raced like war drums on the battlefield.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and at this moment, he wasn’t confident about escaping.

Because the opponents were formidable!

Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

Suddenly, footsteps echoed, tightening their nerves further.

They both knew someone was coming upstairs.

Lin Yi furrowed his brow, gauging from the footsteps—two people were coming.

He glanced at Zhang Long’s leg, who nodded, signaling he was fine.

Then, Lin Yi pointed to the door and signaled a throat-cutting gesture. Zhang Long understood immediately—this was a basic tactical maneuver they’d trained for.

The footsteps outside grew closer, yet at this moment, the two of them steadied their breathing and heartbeats, blending into the darkness like shadows.

The footsteps stopped; they both knew the people had reached the second-floor platform.

Perhaps at this very second, a hand was already on the door, ready to push it open.

Click...

Without pause or warning, the wooden door swung open.

Two armed individuals in combat gear entered, weapons in hand.

Their movements were a bit reckless, lacking restraint.

To them, this kind of search didn’t seem particularly dangerous.

"Turn on the light," one of them said.

The other pulled out a flashlight, heading towards the switch.

At that moment, Lin Yi and Zhang Long shot forward from behind!

Their moves were perfectly synchronized—they covered their targets’ mouths and gripped their throats!

Snap!

Twist!

Clean and precise!