Chapter 35: Please, Snatch It Back -2

Tong Wenqi, who had been mingling behind the crowd, stepped forward.
{Watch out for their temporal sequence.}
[Relax. These thugs from the Red Demon Palace have been up to no good all along, and today they came to me on their own initiative. Naturally, I intend to act in the name of Heaven’s justice.]
“Huh? What is he trying to do?”
The masked crew, seeing their own teammate step forward, called out to him one after another.
“Come back now, don’t pick any trouble.”
“Hey, you there, I said get back here—don’t mess with them!”
Yu Chen, whose blood had been stopped thanks to a healing ability amid the few holding him back, spoke weakly through cold sweat after losing his arms: “You… what are you trying to do? Don’t throw away your life for that weapon…”
At this moment, the ten men on the opposite side also spotted the slightly slender figure emerging from behind the group.
“Kid, want to die?”
Swoosh! Tong Wenqi suddenly blurred into motion. He sprinted in a circle around these men, flinging both hands up—countless afterimages flashed like tracks of sharp blades, enveloping his opponents.
“What is this?!” Their vision blurred.
Boom!
The air ruptured with a burst, and they didn’t even have time to scream before being reduced to flying chunks of flesh and bone.
Behind them, Cao Maodian and the others stood dumbfounded—there was such a master among their own squad?
……
Tong Wenqi’s model expanded rapidly outward to make investments while he turned into a residual shadow and charged into the mist of blood and flesh. With a flick of his hand, he grabbed the silver Chrono Weapon.
With a kick of his foot, he sent the “frequency crystal” bound to this space flying up like a kicked ball, and with the tip of his toes, delivered it into the boy’s hands.
In just two or three seconds, he had already turned and rushed back toward the rift that was reopening.
“Not good!”
“If that guy gets out and closes the entrance, we’ll all be stuck here!”
Yu Chen cursed bitterly, Who the hell is this kid? If he had acted earlier, I wouldn’t have lost both arms and become disabled. What now!
But upon reflection, it struck him that his team could never have recruited such a terrifying figure.
Was our plan already known to others? A chill of dread rose in his heart.
……
Li Wang turned to look, only to feel his brain buzzing with a loud roar, his gaze turning blank.
All members of his team were dead, and their time signatures were all on him!
“Ugh! Who did this?!”
Li Wang’s hair stood on end, filled with overwhelming rage. Just as he was about to chase after, he suddenly felt a cold chill all over.
The tip of a cheap iron sword protruded from his chest, with drops of blood dripping down from it.
Pfft! Yang Zicang withdrew the sword, and blood gushed out rapidly.
[Financing target achieved, Yang Qian actively recovers profit 1000N.]
Li Wang turned his head inch by inch, his blurry gaze fixed on the cold, emotionless young man behind him. His throat rattled a couple of times, then his body slumped to the ground with a crash.
[Other investors voluntarily withdrew their profits: 4000N]
[I harvested 7342.10N—what a long, drawn-out era this has been.]
[I distributed dividends of 3671.5N.]
The blade in Yang Zicang’s hand reignited with a crimson glow as he stepped forward step by step. The group propping up Yu Chen trembled and staggered backward in fear.
“Brother, Brother Yang, we were wrong.”
This was the man who had emerged unscathed from Li Wang’s storm-like attacks.
Moreover, his timeline was simply unfathomably deep.
“Who are you? Never mind—don’t bother taking off your masks.”
Upon hearing this, these people frantically tore at the sweltering, prickling garments that wrapped them from head to toe. They were desperate to rip off their masks and reveal their identities, pleading that the headquarters’ order forbidding killing might still hold.
“I’ll give you my timeline—just don’t kill us, please.”
“Brother Zicang, Grandfather Zicang, please, don’t come any closer.”
Two of them even knelt on the spot, clasping their fists in supplication, desperate to survive.
The rift in the distance had vanished once more; the one who had left indeed sealed this place with a frequency crystal. These few no longer deluded themselves with hopes of escape—hadn’t they seen the red glow on that sword? That was a color born only from a timeline augmented by over ten thousand years.
As he glimpsed their faces, a surge of righteous fury rose in Yang Zicang’s heart: “So it’s you.”
They were the ones who had first discovered that C-class intersecting space in the square! No wonder.
“Bro, I have four hundred years of time sequence, and our entire team still has nearly three thousand years left. We’ll give it all to you, really.”
Yang Zicang skipped over this man and swept his gaze to the team’s leader, Yu Chen.
Having lost both hands, Yu Chen’s chest emitted a glow, and his gaze fell weakly on Yang Zicang’s face.
[Yu Chen wants to obtain a time sequence investment.]
“Give me… a little investment, and I’ll pay back… all the profits to you… spare us.”
He spoke weakly, while the others looked at him with eyes full of hope.
“In that case…”
Yang Zicang was tempted. He was about to terminate the model’s financing and invest his own time sequence in the other party when a voice suddenly came from not far behind him.
“Don’t!”
Yang Zicang looked over. Under the pile of flesh, a figure slowly crawled out.
“You’re not dead!” Yang Zicang and Liang Xi exclaimed with great joy.
“Cough, cough, it stinks so bad. I almost puked out my guts, ugh~”
Luo Bin wiped his mouth: “You actually killed Li Wang! He should have a few thousand years of time sequence. Don’t take these guys’ time sequence, no matter what. Careful, it might disappear.”
Disappear!
A tingling sensation like an electric shock ran down Yang Zicang’s spine.
He thought of the vanished Zhao Anlong.
He suddenly turned his head and glared at these men. So this was their scheme!
The few of them cried out: “Bro Yang, spare us! We have no idea about any disappearing or not.”
“Liang Xi.”
“Yeah, bro.” Liang Xi hurried down from the stairs.
“Give this guy just one day of investment.”
“Oh.” Liang Xi obediently invested 1 R into Yu Chen, the man whose arms had been severed.
[I received an excess return of 3652.1 N.]
At the sound of the voice echoing in his mind, Liang Xi’s whole body tingled with excitement, and he nearly burst into cheers on the spot.
However, he quickly suppressed his ecstasy and stammered, “Bro, bro, they gave me three thousand, s-six hundred and sixty, fifty…”
“Excellent. But how could my spear be worth only three thousand time sequences? Your people stole it, so tell me, who was that!”
At this moment, everyone had pulled off their masks, so they clearly knew what kind of worthless scum the missing person was.
“He’s not one of us.”
Cao Maodian was practically on the verge of crying. He grabbed the young man beside him by the hair and cursed, “Damn it, it was you, this idiot, who came up with the idea, letting someone sneak in without even knowing.”
Several of them started shifting the blame onto each other, with two even claiming they knew nothing and were just dragged along to make up the numbers.
Yang Zicang shook his head, pointing his sword, which glowed with a red light, at the group.
“Spread out. Each of you, enter one of this theater’s intersecting scenes.”
“No, bro, please!”
The few of them wailed.
“Hurry up!” He kicked one kneeling in front square on the head, sending him toppling to the ground.
The man scrambled to his feet in fright and hurriedly crawled and rolled into a flickering intersecting tableau that was about to vanish. After two or three minutes, this scene, which should have disappeared long ago, slowly transformed along with this person and vanished, morphing into a different terrain.
“Whether you live or die depends on whether you can hold out until we stabilize this space. Go repent your sins. Next.”
Everyone except Yu Chen, with expressions of despair, each chose a staggered scene and entered it.
When only Yu Chen remained, Yang Zicang snorted coldly and lifted him up.
“Ah, I’m already disabled.”
“Who knows if you have any tricks up your sleeve.”
Yang Zicang tossed him into a shimmering staggered zone, where two sika deer were leaping and darting about in panic.
If it were just ordinary deer, it might be bearable, but the sika deer here seemed trained by weightlifting champions—every single one had muscles bulging like a boxer’s biceps.
Seeing someone thrown in, they lowered their heads and charged, ramming Yu Chen and making him yelp in pain.
Even Luo Bin’s hair stood on end from the sight.
Yang Zicang usually seemed unremarkable, but at moments like this, he was so ruthless. Was it the model’s influence? But then Luo Bin almost threw up from his own stench and quickly ran toward a water-filled scene, scooping out water to wash the floor.
Once everyone had disappeared into the C-grade staggered zone, Yang Zicang looked up at the void and said, “As you wished, my Chrono Weapon has already been handed over. Don’t bother me again.”
……
As the mental connection faded, the outside world had already erupted into chaos over the emergence of the Century Weapon.
……
In the theater, Liang Xi looked at Yang Zicang excitedly: “Brother, with all this timing power, what should I do?”
“You just give me the odd years. Keep the remaining three thousand years. If someone emerges from their intersected scenes eventually, you’ll need them to deal with them.”
Liang Xi sensed something was off.
“Zicang bro, what are you going to do?”
“I need to take a good rest, sleep for a while.”
“Oh, okay.” Liang Xi breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing his work, Yang Zicang found a small room to prepare for entering his dream world.
He lay down on a simple straw mat woven from wild grass he had collected, placing beside him some equipment like a bow and arrows that would be temporarily unused.
Feeling the Mail Badge contained within the model of his chest, along with approximately four thousand two hundred years of temporal domain—such a vast stretch of time, likely grueling enough to waste in the dream world.
“Liang Xi, I don’t know how long I’ll be asleep later. If those people in interspersed scene factions reappear, just ignore them if they cause no trouble. But should the tide turn, eliminate them.”
Yang Zicang’s tone had never been so grave, detached, and filled with murderous intent.
Liang Xi wasn’t fooled; he naturally felt something wrong. Nodding, he hesitated a bit before asking:
“Bro, are you injured anywhere?”
“No, rest assured. Also, the convergence of the crossed tide—slow, steady, like before. Tell Luobin not to disturb me; I’m to linger until I wake up.”
“Hmm, okay, I’ll tell him right when he comes back.”
Liang Shui left through the door, reducing the light gloominess. Between Zicang’s fingers manifesting a square silver-white square outline the size idios from past—truncatable, a fixed halo long—light. Four edges neatly alignmular covering sealed power storage content—that truly became rendered intangible this dives persinal core world. This engraved model holds his last secret initiative, sealed as an official v-card core-in artifact, the postmark symbol dimension vector token…
……
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, where do I wish to send my thoughts?]
“I lack marksmanship,” Yang Zicang thought.
King Li’s attack had made him deeply aware of the difference between a professional boxer and an ordinary person.
But if he were to use this precious mail emblem to exchange for that thing, Yang Zicang thought it would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
The mail emblem should have greater value.
“I also lack the ability to deal with those powerful evil nightmares. Simply training in combat techniques won’t help me stand my ground here.”