pappabearbooks Chapter 671 - 31: Entering the Game Personally
Chapter 671 - 31: Entering the Game Personally
After leaving the Marian Mansion, Punk did not leave immediately. Instead, he chose to hide nearby, observing the movements at the mansion’s entrance.Not long after.
Punk saw Han Zhan and Marianne walk out of the mansion, get into a car parked outside, and then speed away into the distance.
Watching this scene, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
What Han Zhan had speculated before indeed happened.
Thinking this, Punk checked the time.
Evening, 18:08.
"Punk."
Just as he turned to leave, a voice sounded behind him.
Hearing the familiar voice, Punk paused.
"Aisha?" Punk turned his head and indeed saw his sister Aisha standing not far behind him.
Though she could not see, it was as if she knew exactly where Punk was, staring at him with empty, lifeless eyes.
"How did you find me here?"
Punk subconsciously asked, realizing as soon as the words left his mouth.
Sure enough, Aisha calmly spoke, revealing that she shared the same speculation as him.
"I can smell your scent. No matter how well you hide, I can still find you."
As Aisha said this, she approached him.
"Punk, stop this. Don’t continue being stubborn."
Foolish sister. Punk murmured to himself, shaking his head.
Without further explanation, Punk showed Aisha the ten sand coins he had just received from Han Zhan, "I’m helping Lord Zhan with a task, don’t get in my way."
Punk intended for Aisha to wisely step aside, but to his surprise, Aisha remained rooted, immovable.
"Is it the key to the Energy Suppressor?"
"How did you know?" Punk looked at his sister in astonishment, as if seeing her for the first time.
"Because that was your original intention when you both decided to infiltrate Marian Mansion. I can’t think of anything else."
Not waiting for Punk to speak, Aisha continued forward.
She extended her frail hand and grabbed hold of Punk’s clothes.
In response to Punk’s puzzled gaze, Aisha voiced her thoughts: "Whatever you’re planning next, take me with you."
"Are you crazy?" Punk refused decisively, "Aisha, this isn’t child’s play. I don’t have time to play games with you."
"I have an agreement with Lord Zhan that must be completed quickly. Time is important to me right now, move aside!"
Punk’s words did not deter Aisha; she still clung to his clothes, unmoving.
Just as Punk gritted his teeth, ready to take tough measures against Aisha, her words made him abruptly stop.
"You can’t find the key without me!"
"Where are you planning to go now? Do you know where the key is?"
"The key is inside Lady Daisy’s mansion," Punk said, "but I don’t know its exact location. That’s why I need to leave now because I really don’t have much time, sister!"
"I can help you pinpoint the key’s exact location!"
Aisha declared firmly.
"Don’t forget. My sense of smell is very keen."
Sense of smell?
Punk froze for a moment.
How does finding a key relate to sense of smell?
"The Energy Suppressor is made of special Eternal Sand."
"Correspondingly, the key that unlocks the Energy Suppressor must also be made of Eternal Sand."
"I’ve been alone with Lord Zhan before, and I remember the special smell of Eternal Sand. As long as you take me to Lady Daisy’s mansion, I can find where the key is!"
Hearing Aisha’s words, Punk hesitated for a moment.
"Wait, you’ve been alone with Lord Zhan? When did this happen? Why were you alone with him? He hasn’t already... done something to you, has he...?"
"That’s not important!" Aisha interrupted Punk’s wandering thoughts, blushing.
She gave the final reason to end this topic.
"I know where Lord Zhan and Lady Marianne went. After finding the key, you still have to deliver it to Lord Zhan, right?"
Punk no longer hesitated. He climbed onto the heavy motorbike that had accompanied him for years galloping across the Uda Desert.
He patted the back seat and said to Aisha, "Get on!"
The motorbike’s throttle was twisted to the limit, and Punk stepped on the pedal as Aisha tightly hugged her brother. The front of the bike lifted against the wind and then heavily fell.
Like the roar of a giant beast, the engine resonated with billowing thick smoke.
The silhouettes of Punk and Aisha disappeared into the impending nighttime darkness.
By this time, it was evening, 18:36.
...
Lady Daisy’s mansion.
Inside the mansion, there were few figures present.
As Han Zhan had speculated, most people controlled by the Thought Steel Seal had already gathered at the main event of the evening, the castle.
Only some of the lowest-level servants and slaves, with the lowest realms, were left in the mansion, responsible for watching over the place.
In reality, guarding the house was merely a mundane task for wasting time.
Groups of two or three servants sat in Lady Daisy’s vast backyard, lighting a fire in the pavilion, leisurely enjoying a barbecue.
Some guards, with sly faces, led two recently returned female slaves from the camp to a secluded corner for a clandestine affair.
Other idle slaves nestled in their quarters, mindlessly awaiting the arrival of nightfall.
But at this moment, a roaring noise arose.
Immediately, those who heard the sound instinctively lifted their heads, turning toward the source.
They saw in the night sky a heavy motorcycle flying through the air, its rear spewing thick black-red smoke!
Boom!
The heavy motorcycle landed heavily, and the driver, displaying superb driving skills, managed not to be flung away by the massive inertia with the passenger.
This heavily modified motorcycle weighed approximately half a ton.
So much so that when it landed, the entire surface of Lady Daisy’s mansion — the intricately patterned stone tiles on the ground — shattered completely.
Centered on the heavy motorcycle, it formed a concave pit.
Dust, rubble, thick smoke.
And Punk’s slightly hoarse voice: "Tell me, where’s the key!"
By this point, it was nighttime, 19:15.
Half an hour later.
Punk, covered in blood, came crashing out from another direction of Lady Daisy’s mansion.
His cherished heavy motorcycle, which had cost hundreds of sand coins and undergone extensive tuning and modifications, was now battered and riddled with holes.
Aisha sat behind Punk, her head lowered, also bearing numerous injuries.
Even during the weakest period of defense power, breaking into and out of Lady Daisy’s mansion was by no means an easy task for the two low-level cultivators.
However, in Aisha’s hand.
A cylindrical object, shimmering with a brilliant, dreamy light, shone through her fingers.
It was—the key that could unlock the Energy Suppressor’s shackles!
They succeeded!
"Where to now?" Punk spat blood onto the ground, his tone a mix of excitement and madness.
He grabbed a handful of Star Candy and shoved it into his mouth, swallowing it whole!
Aisha’s empty, lifeless eyes, reflected in the key, seemed to gain a hint of vitality.
"To Lady Daisy’s castle!"