Chapter 5119 — Fabricating Lies
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"Almost capsized? How could a perfectly good ship nearly capsize? Didn't your cruise-ship branch claim to be impregnable? How could it fail to handle even a trifling natural disaster?" the middle-aged man rebuked, somewhat taken aback.
"Superior, this wasn't a natural disaster—it was sabotage by men." Dafeng-ge grimaced, choked on his words for a long while, then forced out: "A monster went on a rampage!"
"What did you say?" Though the middle-aged man's features could not be made out clearly, his tone alone betrayed that his expression was anything but pleasant. Right now his face must surely have been written all over with a single line: Are you kidding me?!
"It's true—a huge worm over ten meters long suddenly burst out of the water and started eating people. It was terrifying. Our entire cruise-ship branch was nearly overturned by it. I've spent no short time at sea, and I've never seen anything so savage and dreadful—it's simply unheard of." Dafeng-ge's face was full of lingering dread.
Seeing that Dafeng-ge's expression did not seem feigned, the middle-aged man's voice softened a little. "Explain clearly. What kind of worm was it?"
"Never seen it, never in my life. But it seemed to be called something like a blood-corpse worm." Dafeng-ge scratched his head.
"Blood-corpse worm?" The middle-aged man paused, then his tone dropped with suspicion. "If you've never seen it, how do you know it's called a blood-corpse worm?"
"Because it was being controlled by someone. That man sat on its head from start to finish, claiming to be from the Primordial Alliance, some fellow from the Bixie Sect or other—anyway, he looked pretty formidable, and he said that once the blood-corpse worm truly matured, he'd be able to rule the world. I figure he might be a bit unhinged." Dafeng-ge recounted it all, point by point. Naturally, Wei Zhao had coached him on every word beforehand. Rather than dump the blame on the Primordial Alliance, better to go with the flow and dump it on Sun Baixu—that was what you'd call seamless, with no way to verify a thing.
"The Primordial Alliance, you say?!" The middle-aged man's tone turned grave at once. From the sound of it, he had heard of the Primordial Alliance's existence—which did not surprise Wei Zhao in the least, given the Center's vast power and intelligence network in the secular world. And with the Primordial Alliance's affairs having caused such a stir this time, it would have been abnormal for the Center's headquarters to have caught not even a whisper.
"That's right. The man even brazenly claimed to be a Heaven-stage expert, but he was a complete fool. Apart from that big worm of his being rather frightening, his own strength was pitifully weak. Any ordinary underling of ours could have finished him off. And to think we were scared stiff by him at first—it's downright humiliating to remember." Dafeng-ge spoke with awkward regret.
"An ordinary underling finished him off?" The middle-aged man was startled. Though the Center's headquarters was not located here, and the only branch force of any real scale in the country was now the Red Conch—plainly lacking in strength, and thus hard-pressed to obtain first-hand intelligence in timely fashion—he still knew the basic facts. The disciples the Primordial Alliance sent out into the secular world for training were indeed all Heaven-stage experts; of that there was no doubt.
If Dafeng-ge was not lying, then whoever had moved against that Primordial Alliance Heaven-stage expert could never have been an ordinary underling. It would have to be an expert of comparable rank. He had already begun to guess who it was.