Chapter 457 - 457 An Unusual Number of Demonic Occurrences Lately

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Taking the initiative to surrender is great.”

“Sadly, you aren’t worthy,”

Fear etched on his face, the old man scrambled several paces back.

“Brothers! This Chen fellow wants to see us dead! Fight him to our last breath!” Knowing there was no hope of survival, the old man chose to fight to the death. The few remaining giant rat demons revealed killing intent on their faces as they simultaneously dashed toward Chen Yu and Pang Guang.

In just a breath, the rats had already arrived before the two of them.

The old man’s eyes darted around as he saw Chen Yu and Pang Guang surrounded by the rats.

With a surprising burst of agility, he transformed into a tiny mouse and scurried towards the exit.

A chilling smile played on Chen Yu’s lips as he witnessed the transformation. Raising his palm, a ball of golden light materialized. In a blink, the orb morphed into countless beams that lanced outward.

Deafening thuds resonated as the surrounding rat demons were instantly reduced to a bloody mist.

The entire scene transpired in a heartbeat, leaving Pang Guang speechless. Chen Yu turned his gaze toward the fleeing mouse, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

“Dr. Chen, should 1—” Pang Guang began, his question interrupted by the gruesome sight before him.

The fleeing rat demon was sliced in half mid-escape.

“Dr. Chen, you’re incredible!” Pang Guang exclaimed, bewildered.

“What kind of ability is that? Can you teach me?”

Pang Guang estimated that the old man had run at least a hundred meters away. Just how did Chen Yu do it?

With just a glance, the rat demon was spliced into half.

“We’ll talk about it next time,” Chen Yu replied enigmatically, surveying the scattered treasures around them.

This group of rat demons, despite their heinous acts, surrendered so easily? Even if Chen Yu agreed, the karmic retribution wouldn’t.

In his eyes, they weren’t mere monsters, but walking embodiments of merit. The concept of “laying down arms and seeking peace” was inapplicable here. Committing countless atrocities, then seeking surrender with ease—does such benevolence even exist?

“Captain Li, the matter here has been resolved. You can send someone over to clean it up,” Chen Yu said as he dialed Li Changjun’s number on his phone.

All that remained was to settle the promised reward.

The cave overflowed with treasure. Gold, silver, jewelry, and rare artifacts.

Chen Yu meticulously selected over a dozen items, leaving Pang Guang utterly dumbfounded.

“Good heavens,” Pang Guang muttered, impressed to the core.

Chen Yu took all the high-grade magic tool materials as his reward.

In an ironic twist of fate, the rat demons unknowingly contributed their ill-gotten gains to Chen Yu’s arsenal.

By the time they emerged from the cave, dawn had broken.

The fate of the dozen monks remained shrouded in mystery, as they were rendered unconscious by Chen Yu’s unknown means.

As for the rat-whiskered man, he stood frozen, a silent spectator to the unfolding events.

Throughout their journey, Pang Guang grappled with a complex mix of emotions.

Chen Yu’s ruthlessness was a stark contrast to his own desperate gamble against the rat demons.

While Pang Guang barely survived using his trump card, Chen Yu effortlessly eliminated the mastermind from afar, all while maintaining a casual demeanor.

The disparity between humans can be even greater than that between humans and dogs.

“There’s no point in trying to act before him anymore,” he reflected. “Dr. Chen is far too strong. It’s best to be humble.”

Approximately twenty minutes later, three blue and white helicopters landed on the temple grounds.

Li Changjun, his face beaming with excitement, led his team out.

He was astounded by the swift resolution.

Within a single day, Chen Yu had not only apprehended the culprits but also recovered a significant amount of stolen wealth.

“Captain Li, most of the rat demons have been sent back to their realm. I’ve kept one alive for your investigation,” Chen Yu informed him.

“The monks in the temple require further scrutiny. Many of them seem to have skeletons in their closets,” he added before turning to leave.

“If you’ve finalized the selection of the items 1 requested, please have them delivered to my designated location as soon as possible.”

“Absolutely, absolutely! I’ll personally oversee it,” Li Changjun assured him repeatedly.

From the analysis of the situation, the gold, silver, and many treasures that appeared in the cave were all stolen goods that the rat demons had plundered. It would not affect the handling of the entire case.

As for whether or not he should hand it over to Chen Yu, he needed to discuss it with his superiors.

Once the results were out, Li Changjun promised to arrange for someone to send them over personally.

Declining Li Changjun’s offer for transportation, Chen Yu ventured back alone. As he surveyed the sealed-off temple entrance, Chen Yu murmured, “Haven’t there been an unusual number of demonic occurrences lately?”

He then glanced up at the sky, lost in thought.

Before long, he reappeared in Meng Dahai’s apartment.

“Old Meng, still enjoying a drink?” Chen Yu greeted him, finding him already indulging in a midday feast.

Several plates of braised vegetables and a plate of crayfish adorned the table, accompanied by a bottle of strong liquor.

“Ah, you’re here,” Meng Dahai acknowledged, casually popping a piece of pork in his mouth.

Chen Yu pulled up a chair across from him and grabbed a crayfish.

“There’ll be a delivery around four or five this afternoon, Old Meng,” he informed him. “No need to stand on ceremony; just accept whatever they bring.”

“Got it,” Meng Dahai replied, taking a swig from his drink.

“Materials for refining magic tools, 1 presume?”

“Indeed, quite a bunch of good stuff.” Chen Yu confirmed, listing the items in detail.

Meng Dahai’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He speculated whether Chen Yu plundered a renowned monastery.

Among the listed items, half belonged to the legendary Seven Treasures of Buddhism: Tridacna, Red Pearl, Agate, and Amber.

Additionally, there were significant quantities of red copper, ebony, yin heavy wood, and the highly coveted thunderstruck wood.

The combined value of these materials was astronomical, particularly the Buddhist treasures and the rare Thunderstruck Wood, which held immense power for crafting magic tools capable of warding off even celestial beings. “Once the delivery arrives, 1 need you to work some overtime, Old Meng,” Chen Yu requested. “If possible, I’d like something made with the ebony within a week.”

“What do you want?” Meng Dahai asked, intrigued.

“Zhang Xian,” Chen Yu replied, using his hand to indicate the desired size of the object.

It had been almost a week since Han Baitao’s return to Harbor City. It was time to send the promised item.

“No problem.” Meng Dahai readily agreed.

Wood carving was his specialty as the heir to the Luban technique.

With the added incentive of overtime pay, he assured Chen Yu it wouldn’t take a full week; five or six days would suffice..