Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 310 - 132: Brother Kun Rises to Power, Outer City Resettlement Plan 1.0!_2
Thud.
Liu Kun’s heart felt as if something had fiercely gripped it.
Carl Dickinson discussing placement plans with Ding Yishan? Probably took advantage of his absence to force Ding Yishan to agree!
From Ding Yishan’s voice, suppressed with emotion, he detected a different tone.
But right now, as the only Extraordinary at the checkpoint, as the only high-level figure with influence.
He cannot panic, nor... become chaotic!
Liu Kun took a deep breath, his voice regained its steadiness, each word brimming with undeniable force, "Don’t worry, I’ll be there right away!"
"Okay!"
Ding Yishan’s response had barely dropped when the phone was swiftly hung up.
Liu Kun swiftly shifted gears and slammed the accelerator, the engine let out a roar.
Dense black-green patterns suddenly crawled up from his hand over his neck, spreading like vines, quickly weaving into eerie designs on his cheeks, with a flash of crimson in his eyes.
A few seconds later, the patterns silently vanished, as if they’d never appeared.
The black pickup shot out of the courtyard like an arrow, speeding towards the Inner City.
The previously good mood of discovering Cheng Ye’s potential completely vanished, leaving only an aura of murder and rage.
Screech.
The tires rolled over the slick ground, splashing murky mud, the black pickup abruptly halted before the Gate of Happiness.
The metal barriers weren’t fully raised yet, the guard captain was about to motion for a stop to check, but the driver’s window already zipped down, an icy gaze piercing through, carrying undeniable dominance.
"Why?" Liu Kun pointed to the inspection-free sticker on the window.
"Director Liu!"
The guard captain stiffened all over, promptly stood at attention and saluted.
Having hit a snag with Ding Yishan earlier, he dared not provoke the notoriously difficult Director Liu now, hurriedly waving for passage, discarding all security check procedures.
However, it just so happened that Chu Hong sauntered to the gate.
Ever since Ding Yishan scolded him that morning, he’d been uneasy, sensing something big looming, finding everyone disagreeable.
Just as he reached the post, he saw a pickup barging in recklessly, ignoring even the most basic identity check despite an inspection-free sticker, his anger flaring instantly.
"How dare!"
Chu Hong’s brows knitted into a knot, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to intercept, already berating, "Who’s got the nerve to barge into Happiness..."
Before finishing, an indescribable force suddenly surged, like an invisible wall slamming his chest.
Boom!
Amid the watching guards’ gasps, Chu Hong’s body flew back like a leaf caught in a storm.
With a "thud," he hit the steel wall of the entrance, sliding down leaving a trail of dust.
The pickup stopped firmly inside the gate, the door opened, Liu Kun stepped out.
The hems of his black coat flaring in the wind, he walked up to Chu Hong, who was slumped against the wall, looked down at him like a poised, furious lion.
"Director Liu?"
Recognizing the newcomer, Chu Hong felt his scalp tingle, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
How could someone fail twice in the same spot? Within a single day?
Chu Hong tried to muster courage to argue, but the next moment, Liu Kun’s cold voice struck down.
"From tomorrow onward, the City Gate Guard Captain’s position will change, Chu Hong, pack up your things."
"There’s a job at the ruins, the Hundred Ghosts Gang has been restless, I’m planning to send you over to stabilize the situation for a while."
"Wha, what?" Chu Hong was shocked, losing concern for dignity, struggling to rise, yet pinned down by Liu Kun’s flashing stern look.
He watched wide-eyed as Liu Kun turned away, got back into the car, the pickup engine roared again, charging deep into the Inner City, leaving a fading black silhouette.
As the silhouette vanished from sight, the oppressive force dissipated, Chu Hong slowly slid from the wall to the ground.
He wiped his face with his hand, the palm full of cold sweat, the horror and disbelief on his face gradually solidifying into ineffable despondency, mixed with deep despair.
Could it be that the sky is truly changing?
Ding Yishan has been uncharacteristically bold today, Liu Kun has taken decisive, thunderous action.
The checkpoint, what are they plotting...
...
The black pickup rolled over the cobblestone path before the venue, parking steadily in a designated slot.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Liu Kun’s chest heaved twice, took a deep breath to suppress his turbulent emotions, pushed open the door and got out.
He momentarily considered using Extraordinary Power to check inside the venue.
But immediately mocked himself with a smirk, what’s the point of seeing? What had to happen had already occurred.
Throughout this hurried drive, scenes kept replaying in his mind:
Ding Yishan possibly lowering his head, having someone bang the table at him with documents, perhaps clenching his fist, but swallowing words amidst mockery, or maybe... Imagined scenarios, every detail stabbing his heart like needles.
And all this, because of him.
Because he wasn’t there, failed to uphold those pitiable rules, allowing the Technology Faction and Extraordinary Faction to brazenly oppress Ding Yishan.
"Old Ding, sorry for your suffering."
Liu Kun silently mouthed to the air, rehearsing what to say when meeting Ding Yishan, his Adam’s apple rolling with inexplicable bitterness.
He climbed the steps toward the venue’s entrance, took two steps, his gaze abruptly nailed by a scene on the wall.
