Chapter 1629 - 77: Taking Action All Around

Chapter 1629: Chapter 77: Taking Action All Around

Time froze at this moment.

The orange sign of Devil’s Paradise Nightclub, in the night sky, quietly maintained its elegance and conspicuousness. Surrounding the top circular venue of the enormous Alaska Space City were sturdy railings and pale blue windproof screens.

If one were to climb over the railings and walk beyond the screen, they would free-fall eighteen hundred meters, crashing onto the street on 9th Street, turning into a pile of flesh without a single intact bone.

Death would arrive before you felt any pain.

A few space cities even taller and more magnificent than the Alaska Space City stood quietly around, some near, some far.

In the distance, only the outlines of tall buildings, flickering neon lights, and colossal advertisement screens on the walls could be seen. For those nearby, you could even see through the facade to the bustling offices inside, and the young women laughing hand-in-hand with shopping bags on the escalators.

A smooth and wide high-grade highway passes by the entrance of Devil’s Paradise.

The reflective guide signs on the road’s side barriers stretched silently into the distance, vanishing into the complex web of highways.

Much like the mood of everyone present at this moment.

Miller fell down. The body with the broken neck had completely lost signs of life.

Those eyes, always venomous and bloodshot, stared blankly. Arrogance, venom, and conceit all departed with his life at that moment. Once known as the mad dog, now he was just a dead dog.

There were countless people who died by his hands.

Perhaps because he was in a bad mood after waking up, or perhaps a girl he had just been entwined with in bed said something wrong to anger him. He was mad, a tyrant. He had done almost all the atrocious things one could imagine in his lifetime but had never been punished.

But this time, at the entrance of Devil’s Paradise, his neck was swiftly snapped by a Fatty.

Everyone’s minds were blank.

The heirs of the Hastings family, including Leicht, following Fatty and Margaret, seemed a bit dazed.

David’s lazy expression disappeared from his face, McCarthy silently watched Fatty, Jillian straightened up and covered her mouth, even Shen Daqi’s stern face couldn’t hide his emotions.

The three women who came with Miller screamed simultaneously. Amidst the screams, Bu’er, Heinrich, and a group of bodyguards turned pale with scattered pupils.

At this moment, the world before their eyes shattered like a mirror struck by a swinging iron hammer.

Fragments large and small fell to the ground amidst colorful lights, scattering and reflecting the broken prosperity of Hydefield.

Miller died.

Was it because his humiliation of Margaret angered someone he should have never provoked?

Or was it because, as the prelude to the inevitable chaotic night unfolded, his pitiful and disgraceful life had already reached its end?!

————

————

Fatty turned around.

Vivian and the others’ screams immediately stopped, each person frozen in silence.

People looked at Fatty, finding it hard to believe that this man with a na?ve face was the one who had swiftly shattered Miller just now.

Still as a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

Except for these eight words, no one had better adjectives to describe the moment that just flashed by like thunder and lightning.

It seemed everyone only saw a vicious slap and witnessed a dizzying series of actions between the two in a forward and backward motion.

In the next second, Miller was already clutched by the neck, pinned against the stone pillar by Fatty, kicking his legs like a chicken knocked down by a lion in a cloud of dust!

"You must be wondering where the people you arranged around went when I acted." Fatty walked up to Bu’er and the others.

Bu’er’s and the others’ faces turned pale instantly.

Fatty glanced around, chuckled coldly, and said, "Those snipers should have put bullets into my head originally. Those Mechas should have stomped me to death when I acted. But they are all gone."

Bu’er and the others avoided Fatty’s gaze.

No need to ask, they knew that those people arranged by Miller had been silently dealt with.

Eight accurate snipers, more than twenty Mechas, and over a hundred people waiting in the periphery. Each was the strongest warriors under Miller and their command!

Yet these people, like stones thrown into a mire, didn’t even make a splash and were swallowed up.

In unseen darkness, it must have been a silent and bloody scene. Perhaps at that time, Miller, thinking he controlled everything, was still flirting with Jillian! And when he was talking to this Fatty, he didn’t know the gun was pointing at his own head!

How ironic.

Bu’er and Heinrich trembled slightly.

This wasn’t a dream. The crisp sound of Miller’s neck snapping still echoed in their ears.

Years of reckless rampage, deciding life and death at will, had dulled their judgment. They originally thought only a few lunatics like them would dare to come here to stir trouble, to dare confront the Hastings family with the most assertive stance, to dare lay hands on Margaret.

They had once been fervently exhilarated, fanatic, and proud for it.

But now they knew that their madness and courage, in front of this Fatty who walked down from the battlefield, was nothing but a slap, a clean and swift mistake leading to a broken neck.

Neither Fatty nor the Hastings family prepared to resolve disputes in a gentle manner.

They made their move on the second day of their return.

Even more unbridled than themselves!

"This was all Miller’s idea, it has nothing to do with us." Vivian suddenly cried out from the side. This arrogant woman now had completely lost her former charm, her whole body trembling.

"What do you want to do?" Bu’er felt his voice, even he couldn’t hear it clearly, as if it were far away. He didn’t dare to put on a brave front because he feared any rashness might provoke Fatty.

Death was too close to them, only a short five or six meters away from Miller.

"Just stand here, no one move." Fatty finished speaking, then turned to walk towards Margaret and others.

With Margaret’s introductions, Fatty shook hands one by one with David and the others.

The atmosphere of the meeting was somewhat peculiar, yet these young elites from the Feiyang Republic quickly accepted the reality before them.

Though they knew, with Fatty’s intervention, a storm sweeping through Feiyang had already landed.

But compared to Miller’s death, they were more focused on Fatty in front of them and the Hastings family and his bandit army behind him!

The invited youths all entered the Devil’s Paradise Nightclub.

As they entered, each person instinctively glanced at the empty spot at the entrance.

There, dozens of bodyguards and three men and three women were scattered, as if petrified. Comparing their rampant arrogance upon arrival, it seemed so laughable.

————

————

When the door of the Devil’s Paradise Nightclub closed, the scene at the entrance quickly spread through various channels to different corners of Hydefield.

Looking at the photo of Miller’s corpse, at the sculptural figures of Bu’er family and Heinrich family’s younger members and bodyguards, the concerned families quickly descended into madness. Other families were also drawing sharp breaths in shock.

No one expected the gravely ill Military God and the Fatty from the Leray Federation, on their second day back in Hydefield, to initiate their revenge in such a manner.

So decisive, so direct, and so overwhelming!

Before this, everyone thought the Hastings family would adopt more gentle methods, avoiding direct confrontation, using the benefits they could offer and their displayed strength to divide and rally various families.

For the families on Leefer’s side, this was a good opportunity. As long as the Hastings family didn’t have evidence to take action and couldn’t quickly tear the facade apart, then Devil’s Paradise would become their hell.

To know that this was a chess game with limitations.

9th Street is the busiest street in Hydefield at night. Its geographical location is less than five kilometers from the city center’s Freedom Square, within the central core region of the city. Any command to allow troops to massively enter the central core area equates to rebellion!

Even for the Hastings, this wasn’t permissible!

And if it were just family power rivalry, perhaps when the sun rose again in the east of Hydefield, the Hastings family would have already fallen from their pedestal.

However, developments exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Fatty and Margaret, upon arriving at Devil’s Paradise, immediately killed Miller, then had snipers aim at Bu’er and Heinrich and others’ heads, yet invited David and McCarthy and others into the nightclub.

"Alaska Space City, height of one thousand eight hundred and forty-two meters. Besides the staircases and floating elevators inside the building, the only connection to Devil’s Paradise Nightclub is a road."

"There are fifteen locations where snipers can be deployed. According to reconnaissance, all these locations are guarded by the Hastings family."

"Visibility is poor. The wind curtain of Space City affects visibility. Apart from those fifteen locations, other places can’t ensure snipers’ accuracy and full situational control."

"If we are to deploy Mecha, we can only launch a strong offensive along the road."

"The Miller family has already started to massively assemble the Family Guard... our people have already found at least thirty modified Eleventh Generation Long Blade Mecha."

"I heard the Heinrich Family has already called the National Security Bureau..."

The same report appeared in every family meeting room.

The meeting room was smoky, everyone staring blankly at the blue dome-like wind curtain on top of Alaska Space City.

People knew Hastings had set a trap. That Fatty was like a spider spreading its web, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

Either get eaten by the spider, or break this web.

No other choices!

The understanding of the situation was the same for everyone, but the difference was each family now needed to consider which side their family should stand on in this conflict!

For this question, families invited into the gathering like the Kelly family, McCarthy family, Shen Family, seemed to have no choice.

They could only exchange bitter smiles.

The Hastings patriarch made a move and crippled half of their Martial Arts.

No one would gamble with the lives of their family’s younger members. Besides, from the calls made by the youth attending the gathering, they weren’t under any threat; instead, the atmosphere was quite pleasant. Being able to stand in the most central position yet view from the sidelines, isn’t this a kind of luck!!

The news has already spread throughout the Feiyang elite. Presumably now, the Miller family and Bu’er family have already begun mobilizing. People are waiting.

What interests them most, however, is a newly delivered message.

Friedrich has already left Beverly Mansion, heading to Devil’s Paradise. He will arrive in an hour. Simultaneously leaving Beverly Mansion are Barbara’s guard and her rumored little lover, the venomous and cold-blooded brown-haired young man, Flaischer.

Barbara has made her move!

.

.Uh, yesterday’s title should have been the First Movement of the Wild Night.

.

.(To be continued, for more details, please visit www.qidian.com, support the author, support original reading!)