People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 685 He didn’t stop, he was still opening the box!

The already tense hall became even more chaotic with the appearance of the gray hat team.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

The school officer immediately issued the order to kill.

"Cover me, everyone retreat!"

However, the poet had never thought of fighting to the death with these guys. This was not in line with their gray hat positioning, nor was it in line with the Duke of Castor's usual style.

Things like fighting should definitely be let others do it; it would be more interesting for them to just watch from the sidelines.

The sound of weapons clashing continued in the hall.

The poet had suffered a disaster at the hands of the Sarkaz and was obviously exhausted at this moment. He was defeated step by step under the attack of the officer.

But the colonel did not feel relieved at all.

He only succeeded in suppressing the poet, but he couldn't do anything to him for the time being. If things got out of hand here, Shen Chi would be exposed to the public's view too early.

By then, even if they could trade Victoria's crown prince from Qi Yan, they would not be able to take him away, and killing him on the spot was even more unrealistic.

The struggle between the two crown princes was bound to end in blood, but it should not have ended in this way.

The time was wrong and the reason was wrong.

During the standoff with the school officer, the poet kept talking:

"It seems that you are in a hurry. Let me guess. You came here so that your leader can get the crown prince that Qi Yan mentioned."

The officer did not answer, but his movements became more fierce.

"It seems that I guessed right. You are really stupid." The poet continued to attack his heart with words, "I might as well tell you that the crown prince you are looking for is Qi Yan's companion in Rhodes Island.

You are not so naive as to think that Qi Yan is really selling that prince as a trading item, right? "

"what?!"

The school officer's expression changed.

The poet burst into a mocking laugh upon seeing this:

"Idiot, I might as well tell you that Qi Yan is just trying to get something for nothing. All the organizations that come here blinded by interests will become resources for Qi Yan."

The mental shock brought to the school officer by the continuous revelations made him pause in his offensive.

Both sides were experts in their own right, and a momentary flaw was enough for the poet to turn the situation around.

But he did not choose to fight back, but quickly withdrew from the battlefield and returned to his companions.

"withdraw!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the grey hat team fled the battlefield like a pack of big black rats.

The officer raised his hand to stop the Shenchi soldiers from chasing him, frowning and thinking hard:

"I can only believe half of what the Gray Hat says, but it's not something I can make the final decision on. I must pass this information to the leader as soon as possible."

He quickly finalized the plan and turned to lead the Deep Pool soldiers to evacuate the building.

Before leaving, the school officer even dropped a large number of Originium bombs to destroy the building in order to cover up the possibility that Shen Chi had left any traces here.

In the distance, the gray-hatted team that escaped to a safe place watched from afar as the building was swallowed up bit by bit by the rising smoke and dust.

"How on earth did you do that?"

A man in a gray hat couldn't help but ask the poet, "Did Qi Yan cast a curse on you? Why do you keep running into outrageous organizations along the way?"

The poet said angrily:

"You ask me, who should I ask? Even if it's a curse, do you think I can figure it out?"

The other gray hats did not speak, but raised their hands in unison to adjust their hats.

The poet also raised his hand subconsciously, but caught nothing.

Only then did he remember that the brim of his beloved hat had been cut off by the school officer, and he was so heartbroken that he almost couldn't breathe.

A man in a gray hat glanced at the poet, ignored his grief, and suddenly said:

"Did you say something a little out of line to the officer just now?"

"What?" the poet asked back.

"Don't play dumb with me!" the man in the gray hat shouted, "Are you really going to join Qi Yan?"

"...I was just trying to trick the officer in Shenchi. If I really had that idea, how could I open the team communication and say that?"

The poet defended himself: "Besides, contacting Qi Yan, isn't this my original mission?"

"You don't have to explain to us." The man in the gray hat was merciless. "I will report your remarks as they are. Until there is a clear order to deal with you, you will be listed as a key suspect."

When the poet heard this, he was so angry that his liver began to ache.

Ignoring the poet's response, the man in the gray hat spoke again:

"Also, we have discovered the location where the airship is parked. Since you have successfully established a relationship with Qi Yan, you can use this identity and Qi Yan's wishes to investigate the airship."

The poet became furious at that moment.

You suspected me without any consideration for my past as colleagues, and then ordered me to do a task that might be fatal.

Do you really think I'm made of mud and have no temper at all?

Facing his companions, the poet took a deep breath and roared:

"Go and go!"

Gray hats: "..."

After glaring at these people, the poet turned and left.

The other gray hats looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, not taking the poet's temper tantrum seriously.

In fact, they did not expect the poet to really investigate anything. They simply wanted to find an excuse to get him away to prevent Qi Yan from really drugging the poet and causing Kaister's side to be stabbed in the back.

This was not the first time they had experienced something like this, and the poet actually understood this, which was why he quickly accepted the reality despite being angry.

"I have sent the coordinates to the poet. I hope he can come back alive."

"Let's go. In addition to the few forces that we and the poet have exposed, the other dukes' troops are also approaching. The silence here is the last peace before the storm. We still have a lot to do."

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Dust rose at the end of the sight.

Qi Yan stood in front of the window and looked into the distance. On his left and right, Amiya and Huang stared at him closely.

"I really don't plan to run away, you can relax a little." Qi Yan said helplessly.

“We are very relaxed.”

Amiya's eyes did not move at all when she spoke. The long cloud of dust rising in the distance did not make her look away for even half a second.

"I thought you two could use a break from relaxing."

Huang suggested, "Why don't you play the violin for Qi Yan, Amiya? You've been practicing all the way.

Qi Yan can't run away as long as I'm here. Kal'tsit has taken away all the Originium and Sanity Fluid from him. Even if I let him use his hands and feet, he's still no match for me."

Amiya hesitated for a moment, obviously moved.

"Go and help me play the music. I really won't run away." Qi Yan covered his waist and nodded.

His action was purely subconscious, or perhaps it was some kind of psychological shadow.

Whenever Qi Yan recalled Amiya's method of using the Ben Ye violin, he felt a dull pain in his waist.

Amiya noticed Qi Yan's little action, scratched her head and smiled, then made up her mind and ran to pick up her violin.

She must use her performance to eliminate Mr. Qi Yan's psychological shadow. When it comes to musical instruments, she is not inferior to Arturo!

While Amiya was preparing, Huang raised his chin towards the dust in the distance:

"That's the poet's masterpiece?"

"There is no one else except him. I don't know which force he has opened up. Oh, right..."

Qi Yan thought for a moment and said to Huang, "Please ask Kulusir about the poet's specific movements and where he will go next."

Huang quickly began to contact Klushil.

Half a minute later, she got the exact information:

"The poet went in the direction of the airship."

Hearing this goal, Qi Yan frowned: "Is there anyone else on the airship worthy of him opening the box?"

The melodious sound of the violin interrupted Qi Yan's thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows, and in order not to let Amiya's efforts go to waste, he decisively gave up all thoughts and seriously enjoyed the music time.

At the same time, the poet, who had already sneaked into the airship, moved his ears slightly twice.

"Who is singing? Are there any artists among the Sarkaz?"

He was full of doubts and followed the sound of the song quietly to a door.

The singing stopped abruptly.

While the poet was still hesitating in front of the door, it was opened without warning.

The pink-haired lady smiled gently and invited the terrified poet:

"You have been discovered, sir. Could you please stay on the airship for a few days?"

"You...you are..."

The poet felt that it became difficult to breathe, and his muscles reflexively raised his hand to send the message using the communicator.

But the communicator stopped working at some point.

The gentle woman explained softly:

"Sir, you were discovered by the dead souls as soon as you approached the airship.

Please don’t make choices that might get you hurt, okay?”