Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 299 - Being Ambushed

"Fang Moli, deal with them," Fang Xiu commanded, his calm voice slicing through the suffocating silence.

CLANG!

The Xuanyuan Sword unsheathed, its sound reverberating like the roar of a dragon.

The oppressive energy radiating from both the legendary sword and Fang Moli’s fifth-tier psychic power surged through the room like an unrelenting wave.

The mood of everyone shifted. It was as if the very air had been drained, leaving an all-consuming tension in its place.

Every Chief Commander present felt as though their skin was being pierced by countless invisible needles. The sword energy from the Xuanyuan Sword, even at a distance, bore down on them with suffocating pressure.

Fear and awe locked their bodies in place as their eyes darted between Fang Xiu and Fang Moli. No one dared make a move.

"I’ve always believed in unity," Fang Xiu said, his calm voice breaking the oppressive silence. Though his tone was composed, it carried an unyielding authority that left no room for argument.

"Those willing to cooperate with me will gain the privilege of learning the method to break through to the fifth tier. For those who are unwilling, I won’t force them. However," Fang Xiu’s faint smirk carried a chilling edge, "I will ensure they receive more... friendly visits. Do you all understand?"

The room remained deathly quiet.

The leaders, their faces etched with dread, said nothing. No one dared to speak.

Fang Xiu’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. "It seems some of you still don’t understand... Fang Moli."

At his command, Fang Moli stepped forward. The Xuanyuan Sword glowed with an ominous golden light, its aura intensifying.

Without hesitation, he pointed the sword at the nearest Chief Commander.

The energy emanating from the blade enveloped the man, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Overcome with terror, he nodded frantically, his voice trembling.

"Y-Yes, I understand."

Fang Moli moved to the next Chief Commander, repeating the same display.

One by one, the leaders capitulated, their pride crushed under the weight of fear. Whatever humiliation they felt, they had no choice but to bow their heads.

"Yes, we understand."

"We all understand."

In the end, every Chief Commander in the room surrendered.

They knew that if they launched a collective attack, they might overwhelm Fang Moli. But the cost of such an attempt was unthinkable.

The truth was painfully clear: Fang Moli couldn’t kill everyone, but he could easily slaughter the first wave of attackers. And no one was willing to be part of that first wave.

Satisfied, Fang Xiu nodded. "Good. It seems everyone here is a virtuous soul, willing to act for the benefit of humanity. Now that we’ve reached an understanding, this meeting is adjourned. Dismissed."

Though his tone remained calm, the authority in his voice made it clear that the discussion was over.

At that moment, Fang Xiu had effectively declared himself the uncrowned leader of the United Bureaus.

No one dared refute him.

The consequences of opposition were far too steep.

With Fang Moli by his side, Fang Xiu rose from his seat.

Under the watchful, resentful gazes of the gathered leaders, he calmly exited the room. Fang Moli followed closely, his presence as imposing as ever.

Shortly after Fang Moli and the team departed, a shadowy group began trailing Fang Xiu.

They moved with professional precision, employing specialized methods to mask their presence as they crept closer to their target.

“Why is Fang Xiu traveling alone?” one whispered. “Isn’t he afraid of being captured without Fang Moli around?”

“Could it be a trap?” another asked warily. “Maybe Fang Moli is hiding nearby, waiting for us to act.”

“No,” their leader replied, his tone confident. “I can sense Fang Moli’s energy—he’s far from here. He’s not hiding nearby.”

Still, unease flickered in the leader’s eyes. Fang Xiu’s actions were suspicious.

Splitting from his team and traveling alone—it was the perfect setup for an ambush. Fang Xiu had to be aware of this.

So why would he put himself in danger deliberately?

The assassins hesitated, torn between caution and opportunity. They wondered if this was an elaborate ruse, or a genuine moment of vulnerability.

Hesitation was a luxury they couldn’t afford. If they didn’t act now, Fang Xiu would return to Huaxia, and their chance would slip away.

After a long pause, the team leader gritted his teeth.

“Do it!”

...

With his order, over a dozen black-clad figures sprang into action.

They moved like shadows, swift and silent, surrounding Fang Xiu’s vehicle with practiced ease.

A roadblock formed almost instantly, cutting off any avenue of escape.

The car screeched to a halt.

Fang Xiu stepped out, calm and deliberate, his movements unhurried.

He surveyed the masked men now surrounding him.

Their attire was meticulously designed to conceal their identities. Tactical masks covered their faces, leaving no skin exposed.

Their uniforms bore no insignias, and their eyes were obscured by dark goggles.

They had taken every precaution to remain anonymous.

The leader stepped forward, his voice low and distorted by the mask. “Sir, someone would like to invite you to their home as a guest.”

The rest of the team remained on high alert, their eyes fixed on Fang Xiu’s every move. Some scanned the surroundings, bracing for the possibility of an ambush.

Fang Xiu’s response was calm, unnervingly so.

“Lead the way,” he said simply.

The leader froze, momentarily stunned. For a moment, he thought he had misheard.

They were no strangers to kidnappings. They’d carried out similar operations countless times. But never had a target complied so readily.

This wasn’t normal.

There had to be a catch.

Translator's note: Those poor guys. If they keep guessing how Fang Xiu foresees them, they'd soon be madmen.