Chapter 1499: Chapter 1462: Sister Hong’s Squad

The remaining members of the King Organization no longer have the courage to launch a second attack, with only one or two kings insisting on proceeding with a second round of assault.

However, the Manor Lord remains resolutely opposed. Previously, when the Ghost Ship landed and the kings gathered, even with a numerical advantage, they failed to crush the opposition. Under the current circumstances, victory is even less possible. The best outcome would merely be to take down a few more of their captains, but the price for that could likely be the annihilation of our side.

“When the Ghost Ship lands again, we will launch a second round of attack and completely eliminate those captains. This is our only chance. If we forgo it and the opposition retaliates later, our fate will be equally dire, leaving us no way out now.”

The speaker was a gaunt old man, codenamed the Coffin Bearer, who surprisingly supported the idea of a second attack.

And his viewpoint didn’t seem entirely wrong.

Having reached this stage, retreating isn’t just a matter of desire; hatred and blood debts must be settled one by one. Even if the King Organization wants to leave, it depends on whether the captains at headquarters agree or not.

“Once more with the Ghost Ship’s cooperation?” The Manor Lord began to contemplate seriously: “Even then, the odds aren’t in our favor; our numbers have dwindled.”

He glanced around.

The remaining kings included the Painter, Gravedigger, Coffin Bearer, Banker, and Prison Warden.

Including the Manor Lord himself, there were only six kings, plus the Gentleman was still missing, his life or death unknown. But according to the Gravedigger, before disappearing, he was targeted by that guy named Zhang Xiangguang, with a high possibility that he’s been taken out.

“The enemy doesn’t have many captains left, and for the next attack, we need more patience. They’ve already lost the bus and can’t stop the Ghost Ship anymore. Once the Ghost Ship returns, the enemy is bound to collapse,” the Coffin Bearer said.

“Moreover, we must act swiftly. The others might have already started moving by now; they won’t let us leave Dahai City alive.”

The Manor Lord’s face, lined with wrinkles, appeared gravely serious.

This statement wasn’t incorrect—Yang Jian and his captains wouldn’t possibly let them off. His character was evident, one intensely driven by vengeance.

After a brief consideration, the Manor Lord said solemnly: “Without the Captain and the Nautical Chart, we don’t know when the Ghost Ship will land again. If we stay in Dahai City, they will soon find us, and we will have no advantage if confronted.”

“So, there’s still time to retreat. If the choice is wrong, our end will be terrible.”

The Gravedigger suggested, “Most of us could retreat from Dahai City, leaving behind one observer for the Ghost Ship. If it reappears in Dahai City, we can return for a second attack.”

“If that’s the case, I could agree with this approach,” the Manor Lord considered and replied.

The Coffin Bearer said, “Who would risk their life staying in Dahai City?”

The group fell silent again.

Dahai City was no longer their territory—it was the land of captains. Anyone left behind who got discovered would have to face a brutal onslaught, with survival being virtually impossible.

Just then, a sudden figure appeared nearby.

It was a woman dressed in a red qipao, her figure curvy, and her face strikingly beautiful, with her fair complexion accentuated by vibrant red lips, making her exceptionally captivating.

“Excuse me, can you help me? I’m lost. Could you tell me where this is?” The woman in qipao curiously looked around like a tourist who had lost her way.

Instantly.

All the kings turned their gaze toward the woman in qipao, immediately alert, their eyes exuding murderous intent.

“Asking for directions? Don’t try to fool us here. Even from a distance, I can sense the eerie chill of your supernatural aura, marking you as a ghost handler. But dare to show up here today, whoever it is must die,” the Manor Lord stated coldly.

“This woman seems unusual; let’s take her down together,” the Gravedigger, also sensing something amiss, cautiously suggested.

“Oh dear, must you be so hostile? I’m just saying hello and asking for directions, yet you intend to kill me. Isn’t this plainly bullying?” Sister Hong clutched her chest, pretending to be scared.

Yet, these kings wasted no time on words with Sister Hong; they intended to eliminate the suddenly appearing woman immediately, fearing exposure of their location and drawing the captains from headquarters, leading to danger.

Nonetheless, at that moment, the kings who were about to act abruptly halted.

A powerful sense of crisis emerged suddenly, one that made everyone feel horrified, as if stepping one step closer promised certain death.

“Is it an illusion? Clearly, it’s just one person, yet she feels immensely dangerous. Even Yang Jian couldn’t make me feel this way,” the Manor Lord’s expression turned particularly grave; he also hesitated to strike rashly.

Before long, the Manor Lord realized this was no illusion; the sense of crisis was real.

They watched as several cold silhouettes emerged behind the woman in the red qipao, slowly making their way forward and ultimately standing in front of the kings.

A man, features covered with corpse marks, exuding a deathly aura; one entirely rotten, like a corpse from the Grave Soil; another carrying a basket like a village woman; and one, tall and burly, shrouded in shadows… this group aligned with Sister Hong like a top-tier squad of ghost handlers.

“Luckily, I have plenty of teammates; otherwise, you’d really bully me,” Sister Hong said with a charming smile.

“These aren’t living people; they’re extremely terrifying supernatural entities,” the Gravedigger’s face altered, sensing the suffocating supernatural aura from these four individuals.

In the current paranormal circle, he had not encountered anyone with such terrifying supernatural power before.

“Engaging with this team at this moment is not a smart move,” the Manor Lord dared not act; he feared any move might attract the captains, which would spell doom.

The Painter beside him was also somber, saying nothing while clutching a pre-drawn oil painting, ready for immediate use.

Sister Hong turned her eyes and continued, “Even with my helpers, it seems you outnumber us, five against six. I don’t want you to bully me, so let’s make it nine against six instead.”

As soon as she spoke, more figures emerged behind her four companions.

Four more identical individuals stepped out from behind.

The new four were identical in appearance to the previous four, as if cast from the same mold. But it wasn’t their appearance that mattered; it was the equally terrifying supernatural aura they emanated.

Four plus four, plus Sister Hong, made nine.

“Damn it,” cursed the Manor Lord, involuntarily stepping back a few paces.

Once considering action, but with their numbers further increased, any thought of engaging vanished; instead, the urge to escape grew.

“Nine people still don’t seem many. What if you call in other reinforcements?” Sister Hong pondered with her chin in hand, “Perhaps more people would be safer.”

Soon, another figure materialized behind the eight individuals.

As that figure stepped out, the previously increased eight became sixteen, plus Sister Hong made it seventeen.

Such a number was enough to plunge the remaining kings into despair.

“Retreat.”

The Manor Lord’s fury and apprehension were palpable; even a fool could sense the opponent’s ability to increase their numbers appeared limitless—fighting meant sure annihilation for their side. Victory held no value as the captains hadn’t even joined in.

Without hesitation, he turned to flee.

The Gravedigger dropped into the abyss beneath his feet without a word.

The other kings deployed various supernatural means to rapidly withdraw.

“It’s too late to leave now,” Sister Hong’s smile vanished, replaced by icy indifference.

Though she was late, as a top-tier ghost handler from the Republic of China Era, she wouldn’t passively fade in this new-era battleground without making a move.

Immediately, the sixteen Puppet People engaged.

Terror from the Republic of China’s supernatural realm descended.

The remaining kings never dreamed they wouldn’t fall to a captain’s attack, but faced an assault from a top-tier Republic of China ghost handler team.

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