45: Chapter 45 Connecting with the Eldest Princess

What a scheme.

This old devil wants to pull a fast one—let Pei Fei risk his life while he follows behind to pick up the territory.

"Sounds good," Pei Fei stroked his chin.

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Satan was delighted and was about to speak when it heard Pei Fei slowly utter a sentence: "Seven-three."

"What?" Satan was stunned.

"The territory of the Aztec's Divine Kingdom: I take seven, you get three." Pei Fei's tone was flat, as if he were haggling over cabbage at a street market. "Furthermore, I want all the Godhead and the source of the Undead as well."

"Roar—!!"

Satan instantly broke down. The hellfire surrounding him exploded, burning through the surrounding void: "Greedy Easterner! Are you insane? Without my intelligence, you have no idea when they will attack! I provide the intelligence and even help you secure your retreat path; four-tenths of the territory is already my bottom line! Seven-three? Absolutely impossible!"

"Seven-three is impossible? Then two-eight."

Pei Fei flicked his fingernail, not even lifting his eyelids: "I take eight, you take two."

Satan's huge ram's face was twisted with anger, spewing two pillars of magma from its nostrils: "Six-four! I take six, you take four! This is my absolute limit! If we can't agree, I'd rather watch this meat rot in the pot!"

"I take eight, you take two," Pei Fei didn't engage at all, repeating it like a broken record.

"Five-five! One half each! This is my final concession! Otherwise, I'm leaving right now!" Satan roared, making a move to depart.

"I take nine, you take one."

"You..." Satan froze completely. It looked at the man before it in disbelief. Was this negotiation? This was outright robbery!

"Satan, have you misunderstood something?"

Pei Fei took a step forward. With a 'clang,' the Son of Heaven Sword was drawn halfway out.

Boom—!!

A terrifying chill, potent enough to freeze the soul, instantly erupted, directly suppressing the agitated chaotic airflow around them. Even the demonic fire on Satan's body dimmed slightly.

"Since they dare to extend their claws into my territory, they shouldn't expect to leave alive. This is a capital offense, and I, the Emperor, will settle it myself."

Pei Fei's eyes revealed a naked, bandit-like aura: "You, a mere messenger bringing news, dare to demand fifty-fifty with me? Do you think the sword in my hand isn't sharp enough to cut through your sheepskin hide?"

"You can choose not to cooperate."

Pei Fei sneered, pointing the sword tip directly at Satan's brow: "Do you believe I won't take my Yin Soldiers, ignore the Aztec for now, and raid your Abyss lair right now? I, the Emperor, have nothing to lose; at worst, we'll both suffer, turning your Abyss into my backyard?"

A lunatic.

This was a complete and utter lunatic!

Satan's huge vertical pupils contracted violently, and its breathing became ragged. It looked at Pei Fei's calm eyes, eyes that seemed ready to strike at any second, and its inner defenses collapsed.

It dared not gamble.

It was severely weakened right after the great war and simply could not withstand the torment from this Eastern madman.

"Four-six..."

Satan ground its fangs, squeezing out a few words from the depths of its throat, its voice filled with humiliation and unwillingness: "I take four-tenths of the territory... You take six. This is the true bottom line. If you still refuse, even if it means war, I will never back down!"

A few seconds later, Pei Fei, who had been filled with murderous intent, suddenly sheathed his sword, and the world-destroying aura vanished instantly.

A kind smile appeared on his face; his change of expression was as fast as turning a page.

"Deal." Pei Fei agreed crisply: "Old Goat, wouldn't it have been simpler if you were this straightforward earlier? I, the Emperor, love reasoning the most."

"..."

Satan choked on a mouthful of old blood, nearly exploding on the spot.

Reasoning? Did he call that reasoning?!

"Happy cooperation, cunning... no, bandit-like Eastern Emperor!"

...

Special Operations Bureau, Command Center.

The air here was so tense it felt like sparks could fly.

On the massive holographic screen, the old residential building belonging to the Pei family looked like a black hole, layered with countless glaring red "High Risk" pop-ups.

"Director, it's impossible! This place is toxic!"

The head of the Technical Division was drenched in sweat, hammering the keyboard so hard it sparked, his voice hoarse: "The magnetic field is a complete mess! Forget satellite signals; even the quantum communication equipment we brought over immediately turned into bricks, spitting out garbled code, as soon as it entered a ten-meter radius of that building!"

The screen switched, showing the feed from a frontline single-soldier recording device.

It was the last footage transmitted ten minutes ago by a Special Operations team attempting to enter the third floor.

In the footage, these heavily armed elite agents didn't encounter any three-headed, six-armed monsters. They were simply... walking in circles in the hallway on the third floor.

Like donkeys grinding millstones, they spun madly.

"That's a wall! Stop hitting it! Good heavens!" The liaison officer at the command desk was yelling until his throat was raw, but the agents on screen acted as if possessed, charging at the mottled white wall. Some were even screaming hysterically at the empty air, as if witnessing a horror movie scene that drained their Sanity points.

"We already have three agents showing signs of mental breakdown. The medical team just carried them out; even sedatives aren't working."

The Division Head collapsed despairingly into his chair, looking at Zhao Guobang: "Director Zhao, this is no longer within the realm of science. That building is now a 'Mythological Forbidden Zone.'"

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped everyone.

Zhao Guobang took a deep breath, turned around, and directed his gaze toward Xu Mo, who had been sitting silently in the corner.

His expression was complex. It held scrutiny, but also... a plea for help.

Xu Mo stood up.

"Director Zhao, different fields require specialized skills."

He didn't explain any grand theories. He merely reached slowly into his chest and pulled out that underworld emissary token.

"In this world that is on the verge of collapse, some doors cannot be opened with explosives."

Xu Mo said, and with a 'snap,' he placed the underworld emissary token, which emitted a faint chill, against the back of his mobile phone.

Buzz—!!

The phone, originally pitch black, instantly glowed with a visible dark light. The light wasn't dazzling, but it domineeringly enveloped the entire phone.

[Signal Accessing...]

[Connection Successful!]

There was no delay. The phone screen lit up, and the speakerphone was activated.

"Hello? Who is this? I'm watching TV right now, during the critical part!"