My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 153: Even Nicknamed Powerhouses Differ in Strength

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Even Nicknamed Powerhouses Differ in Strength

"Mute, go to the door and wait, the delivery van should be arriving soon."

Snake Fang, having smoothly become the "leader," instructed his newly recruited underling, Li Rui.

It’s midnight now, but half of the outer members haven’t gone to sleep.

There’s no need for normal rest here; instead, to ensure they’re always on call, someone must be awake 24/7.

Earlier, Snake Fang received a message on the radio that the delivery van had returned from outside and told to send someone to pick it up, hence he instinctively called his underling.

Because Li Rui always remained silent, they called him Mute.

He was happy to do such errand jobs, as it gave him a chance to go out and observe.

After leaving the lounge, Li Rui shouldn’t wander around and should wait at the gate blocked by two cars, but the management at this outpost was chaotic, and nobody cared. In the eyes of the formal members of the Blood Blade Alliance, the outer personnel were just there to make up the numbers.

Their purpose in being brought over was more for cannon fodder than for defending against enemies.

Of course, many formal members also came through the ranks of cannon fodder, as long as they survived the process.

No matter what, once Li Rui left the building, he held his breath, and with the cover of the night, he stealthily moved along the wall toward the depths of the compound.

He summoned a faint mist, making his silhouette a little vague while ensuring no one noticed the mist, as dry chaotic zones rarely have such weather.

No one bothered looking into the yard, the sentries mainly focused their energy outside.

He crossed a pile of old shipping containers and several stacks of building materials covered with waterproof cloth, finally reaching another standalone building and clinging to the wall.

Walking along the shadows, truth be told, Li Rui was very accustomed and wouldn’t feel any guilt. After all, activities like dismantling electric fans from the senior activity center were usually done late at night.

He glanced at the gate and sentry far across the yard and realized no one was paying attention, so he swiftly climbed the nearby tree and clung onto the window on the second floor.

The corridor was pitch black, and in the corner at the end, three people sat playing cards, he didn’t know what they played, but it certainly wasn’t "Fight the Landlord."

The side rooms were all heavy iron doors with thick locks; ordinary people couldn’t open them, and even an Extraordinary would make some noise trying to break in.

Li Rui didn’t dare jump into the corridor; without relying on mist, he had no stealth ability and would be discovered.

He quietly jumped down the tree and went around to look; those rooms were all sealed with cement, with only an exhaust fan silently spinning.

"I wonder what’s inside,"

Li Rui pondered. These conditions aren’t suited for hiding people; if they were Cangyun Association traitors meant to be handed to another force, they wouldn’t be placed in such rooms.

However, Liang Qiucheng’s intel was that the target seemed to be here, or at least related to this place.

He couldn’t figure it out but couldn’t delay any longer; he circled back to the outer members’ building and then jogged to the entrance to collect several bags of food.

Bread, bacon, sausage, cheese, and raw vegetables mixed with some sauce.

If it weren’t for the task, Li Rui wouldn’t bother looking at such stuff; he wasn’t keen on materialistic indulgence, he only loved eating something delicious.

"Mute, where are you from?"

Snake Eye asked while eating.

"Bencherville," Li Rui replied.

"Oh, near Dragon Country,"

Snake Eye said, "No wonder; over there, a Rain Summoner would be much better."

Someone nearby asked, "Have you been there?"

"Of course,"

Snake Eye said proudly, "There’s a tough character there called Blood Tiger; I’ve met him."

The two brothers were level 18 and level 19, facing Li Xiaolin, who was level 25 and somewhat famous, they even had some admiration.

An experienced person named Pence intended to suppress the brothers’ arrogance to ensure his own position among them, so he coughed and said, "Really? But as far as I know, Blood Tiger is already dead."

"What?"

"Blood Tiger dead? Impossible, Bencherville doesn’t have any forces, who could kill him?"

Pence said, "He reportedly took a commission to go to Dragon Country and then was never seen again, surely he’s dead, unless he was captured alive?"

Crunch, crunch.

Everyone turned and saw Li Rui fiercely chomping raw lettuce leaves.

Then, another person chimed in, "In my opinion, Li Xiaolin isn’t that big of a deal."

Everyone turned to size up the speaker, their faces showing disdain.

Although the attendees didn’t share their levels explicitly, none seemed over level 20, yet they dared to dismiss Li Xiaolin?

However, the person wasn’t flustered, "I mean, even tougher guys have recently fallen there."

This late at night, with nothing on TV, gossip piqued interest, and people gradually gathered around.

"Soul-Seeking Witch, you know her? A woman named Lin Hong."

"Yes, she’s from the Fire Eagle in the Assassin Guild, formed a team with others, right?"

"Are you saying they’re also...."

"Indeed,"

The informant felt more smug, having information was also a skill, "They too disappeared after going to Dragon Country, just recently, Fire Eagle is up in arms, heard the employer is quite powerful."

Crunch, crunch.

Li Rui started munching on a carrot.

"You brat, just know how to eat!"

Snake Fang laughed cursing, "You should care about the big issues in the underworld, how can you survive with this carefree attitude?"

"He probably doesn’t understand," Snake Eye said.

Everyone paid little attention to a guy silently devouring his meal.

"Don’t be startled,"

Pence continued to rely on his seniority, "No matter how capable, Dragon Country, Western Kingdom, and Polar Alliance are too formidable; even Holy Protection High Court can’t compare to them; mercenaries dying there is normal."

"True,"

Snake Fang seemed to recognize the old man’s attempt to steal their spotlight and commented, "with Black-clothed Death God types in Dragon Country, Blood Tiger pales in comparison."

Nicknamed strong individuals still differ!

Names like animals, dogs, or wolves generally don’t compare with clerical nicknames.

The specific imagery isn’t used casually; roles inducing fear, dread more easily use terms like Death God, demons, ghosts; while Holy Protection High Court seemingly represents orderly realms, appearing mighty and righteous.

As the saying goes, names might be wrong, but nicknames won’t; they reflect people’s impressions.

The group’s discussion gradually began to diverge, soon critiquing the strongest in the chaotic zone; judging by their tone, you wouldn’t notice they’re a bunch of low-level Extraordinary folk and might even believe they’re powerful figures controlling the world.

At the peak of interest and the most heated atmosphere, the radio suddenly blared.

"Everyone pick up weapons and head to the gate, now, immediately!"