The Next Day, Noon
God-King Zeus and God-Queen Hera were in the
middle of a game of international chess.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed in quickly
and bowed deeply: “Lord Zeus! Lady Hera! We’ve found the whereabouts of Logan
Rhys!”
At these words, both Zeus and Hera looked up at
the same time.
“Oh? There’s news? Where is he?” Zeus spoke
first.
“In the Drunken Immortal Tavern in the city
center. It’s a property under our Temple of the Gods. This morning, two
mysterious groups of people showed up there. During their conversations, they
mentioned the name Logan Rhys. And according to what they said, it seems Logan
Rhys is currently recuperating in the secret chamber of an important figure,”
the middle-aged man reported.
“Recuperating?” Zeus and Hera exchanged glances
and nodded.
After that battle with Poseidon, even though he
had won, he must have sustained serious injuries. No wonder there had been no
trace of him lately --- so he was hiding and healing.
“Do you know who this important figure is?”
Zeus asked.
“These people are highly skilled. Our spies
didn’t dare get too close, so the information is unclear. To avoid alerting
them, I came to report to you immediately. How to proceed is up to the two of
you.” The man kept his head low.
Although he was a senior member of the Temple
of the Gods, in this situation, he dared not make any decisions himself. His
rise to this position had been built on caution --- he always aimed to avoid
mistakes rather than seek credit.
“Useless fool! You can’t even handle something
this trivial!” Zeus snorted coldly, visibly displeased.
“Forgive me... Logan Rhys is an ultimate
grandmaster-level powerhouse. I’m no match for him. Only absolute powerhouses
like you and Lady Hera can subdue him,” the man said humbly.
“Forget it. Relying on people like you is
hopeless. Looks like we’ll have to go personally.” Zeus stood up slowly.
“I’d rather not go.” Hera yawned. “If Logan
Rhys is seriously wounded, you can easily handle him by yourself. No need for
me to intervene.”
“Logan Rhys is not the concern. But don’t
forget --- there’s still an old monster in the Forbidden City. If he gets
involved, I won’t be able to handle it alone,” Zeus said coldly.
“Fine, I’ll go with you. The sooner we get this
over with, the better. I really don’t like the climate in Stonia.” Hera lazily
stretched.
Back in the States, she would still be in bed
at this time of day.
…
Twenty Minutes Later – Drunken Immortal Tavern
A chorus of screams rang out. On the second
floor, over ten martial experts had been beaten to the ground, unable to stand.
“Speak! Where is Logan Rhys?” Zeus stepped on a
man’s head, looking down with cold indifference.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the
man gritted his teeth.
“Courting death!”
Zeus didn’t waste words. He stomped down hard,
crushing the man’s skull, then moved to the next.
“You. Speak. Where is Logan Rhys?”
“Mercy, great one! Please have mercy! I’m just
here to drink! I don’t want to be caught up in your conflict. Please, spare
me!” The man was trembling with fear, kneeling and repeatedly kowtowing.
“Trash.”
Zeus pointed his finger. A bolt of lightning
pierced the man’s chest, blasting a hole the size of a bowl, shattering his
heart into fragments.
Strangely, there was no blood --- the wound had
been scorched black by the electricity.
Everyone present turned pale with fright and
broke out in cold sweat.
“Anyone who knows where Logan Rhys is --- I’ll
spare your life. Otherwise, everyone here dies.” Zeus’ threat was icy and
merciless.
He had always been brutal and had no patience
for negotiations. Anyone who dared resist was killed on the spot.
If he killed enough people, fear would force
someone to talk.
“I’ll count to three. When I’m done, it’ll be
your end.”
Zeus raised his hand slowly. Electricity coiled
around his fingertips, and a terrifying pressure swept over the entire room,
suffocating everyone.
“Three…”
“Two…”
“One…”
Just as Zeus was about to wipe out the entire
room, a man in green finally cracked under pressure and shouted, “I’ll talk!
I’ll talk! I know where Logan Rhys is!”
“Very good.”
Zeus nodded, then flicked his finger. A bolt of
lightning shot out, instantly killing the remaining martial artists, reducing
them to ash.
The lightning bolt then returned to Zeus’ hand,
crackling with energy.
In the blink of an eye, the man in green was
the only survivor.
Seeing the scorched ashes around him, the man
was terrified out of his mind.
He hadn’t expected Zeus to be so ruthless --- not
even leaving a single witness.
Even as a trained death soldier, he couldn’t
help but tremble with fear.
“Speak. Where is he?” Zeus’ tone was calm and
emotionless.
Gulp... The man swallowed hard and said shakily, “I’m
a bodyguard of the Second Prince, Li Guanglong. Last night, a mysterious guest
arrived at the Second Prince’s mansion --- I think his name was Logan Rhys.”
“Li Guanglong?” Zeus narrowed his eyes.
“Proof?”
“This… this is the evidence.” The man pulled a
waist token from his robe engraved with the character “å…‰” (Guang).
Zeus reached out, and the token flew into his
hand. He passed it to a senior member of the Temple of the Gods standing
nearby.
“No doubt. This is the personal guard token of
Li Guanglong’s household,” the man confirmed.
“Go to Li Guanglong’s mansion and retrieve
him.”
Without another word, Zeus killed the
green-robed man and vanished instantly. - Ton
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