266: Chapter 266 Three Lines Merged into One, Qin Yumo Establishes Rules Through Decapitation

Beneath the abandoned overpass.

Wind and snow tapped against the car window.

Yu Qingyi leaned against Lin Yuan's shoulder, her old hair clip tucked back into her hair, the ends still a bit messy.

She fastened her seatbelt, her fingertips resting on the buckle, hesitating to let go.

Lin Yuan glanced at the seat.

That splash of red was covered by the edge of her coat.

The decency of a Shanghai socialite could not hide the hint of madness from just moments ago.

Lin Yuan said, "First time? How do you know so much?"

Yu Qingyi lowered her head to straighten her cuffs, her Shanghai accent softening. "Mr. Lin, I don't understand."

Lin Yuan looked at her.

Her earlobes slowly began to burn, yet she took the initiative to straighten Lin Yuan's collar.

Then, she pecked him like a chick pecking at rice.

She was stubborn.

The car's clock ticked past dawn.

Communication buzzed.

Su Xiaonuan appeared on the screen, holding a tablet while standing in the control room.

Her hair was unkempt, and her speaking pace was half a beat faster than usual.

"General Manager Lin, there was an incident at the Zhe City reception station yesterday."

"General Manager Jiang Xiong clashed with the Min City migration team; Qin Yumo and Feng Qingwu have already headed over."

Hearing the words "Min City," Yu Qingyi looked up at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan did not start the car.

"Liu Qing, connect to the scene."

The feed cut in.

The Zhe City East District reception station was divided into sections by iron fences.

Snowmelt mixed with black mud was trampled everywhere.

General Manager Jiang Xiong stood within the cordon, his collar torn open, blood at the corner of his mouth.

He did not sit.

His back remained straight.

Opposite him, over a dozen members of the Min City migration team were being held at gunpoint.

Tiangong No. 1 living room.

Jiang Xiaowan stared at the screen, one hand pressing against the edge of the table.

The scent of roses was dampened by cold sweat.

She hadn't slept much last night.

There was a faint blue tint under her eyes.

The picture of the Hermès bag on the table had long been crumpled into creases.

Jiang Xiaowan recklessly grabbed the walkie-talkie from the table that belonged to Su Xiaonuan.

"Where is Feng Sanhai! Tell him to kill all these animals!"

The voice of the duty officer responsible for receiving migrants in Zhe City came through.

"Housekeeper Su, the migration team consists of over 1,700 people."

"There are armed personnel inside, as well as Espers."

"If we handle this by force, it may trigger a large-scale riot."

Off-screen, the Min City group began to jeer.

"Bullying others by relying on power!"

"Why are you hitting us Min City people!"

"Since Zhe City defected to Lin Yuan, have you started bullying refugees?"

Lin Yuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest twice.

In the morning, Zhao Dingshan also sent a message, stating that he and the Sanlin Tang had established friendly exchanges.

He confirmed that the person wearing a cross they saw when the registrar went missing spoke with a Minnan accent.

The mist in Yu Qingyi's eyes receded.

She whispered, "Shanghai registrar missing, cross-wearing personnel, Min City migration team."

"This is not an isolated incident."

Lin Yuan said, "Plus the Holy Court backdoor inside Anar."

The car was silent for a second.

Three lines, caught in the same net.

Zhe City reception station.

Seeing that no one made a move for a long time, the leader of the Min City group grew bolder.

He spat blood through the fence at General Manager Jiang Xiong.

"Your daughter is someone's plaything, and you're still standing here playing the fool?"

The veins on the back of General Manager Jiang Xiong's hands bulged.

He took a half-step forward, then stopped.

The smile on the leader's face became even more rampant.

He wanted to open his mouth again.

Outside the reception station, the curtain of snow was torn apart by red.

Qin Yumo had arrived.

Red hair swept through the wind.

Military boots stepped into the black mud, twin blades fastened at her waist.

She offered no pleasantries.

The leader grinned.

"Yo, such a beautiful woman, come over and keep your brother company."

The flash of a blade cut through the gap in the fence.

The voice was cut off in his throat.

The head rolled to the edge of the muddy water, mouth still half-open.

Blood dripped down the iron fence.

The group of 1,700 people seemed to have been muted.

The Zhe City duty officer's hand gripping the gun tightened, then slowly relaxed.

Qin Yumo shook the blood off her blade.

"Insulting a core member of Tiangong No. 1."

"Insulting Mr. Lin's bloodline."

"Death."

An armed member of the Min City group retreated behind the crowd, his hand reaching for the homemade gun at his waist.

Qin Yumo did not even turn her head.

She threw a blade backhanded.

The tip of the blade pierced his wrist, pinning his palm to a wooden post.

The homemade gun fell into the mud.

The man opened his mouth, but only a wheezing sound squeezed out of his throat.

Qin Yumo looked at the remaining people.

"You can cry injustice."

"Feng Qingwu will register you."

"But I won't listen."

"If you keep nagging and piss me off."

"These two will be your fate."

Several Espers in the migration team swallowed hard.

No one took another step forward.

In front of the remote screen, Jiang Xiaowan's hand slid off the edge of the table.

She did not smile.

She did not curse either.

She only placed her hand on her abdomen, her breathing slowing by half a beat.

At this moment, Feng Qingwu finally walked into the reception station.

She was not an Esper, and having been rushed by Qin Yumo's pace on the way, she was still panting heavily.

Wearing a thick combat suit over a white shirt, she held a clipboard in her hand.

She first nodded at General Manager Jiang Xiong.

Then she turned to the duty officer.

"The migration team will be divided into four categories for registration and quarantine."

"Ordinary survivors."

"Armed personnel."

"Espers."

"Personnel related to the clergy."

Four tables were quickly brought over.

Numbering.

Photographing.

Collecting accent samples.

Registering personal belongings.

Process after process was carried out.

Someone shouted, "Why is 'clergy-related' listed separately?"

Feng Qingwu's pen did not stop.

"Because there might be agents of the Holy Court mixed into your team."

As these words fell.

The Min City team fell into chaos internally.

Ordinary survivors took the initiative to stay away from those wearing cross pendants.

The expressions of several men reciting prayers changed.

An old woman immediately took off the wooden cross from her neck and threw it into the snow.

"I am not one of them! This was given to me by someone on the road!"

Feng Qingwu looked up.

"Who gave it to you?"

The old woman's lips trembled twice, and she pointed toward the back of the queue.

There, a young man in a gray robe was quietly backing away.

Qin Yumo looked over.

His knees went weak, and he knelt down directly.

"I was just delivering a message!"

"Who told you to deliver it?"

"They said... they said the coast of the Dragon Kingdom has been chosen by God, and Min City is just the first stop."

Liu Qing's voice sounded in the car.

"Master, keywords captured."

"Dragon Kingdom coast."

"First stop."

Lin Yuan watched the screen, his gaze unmoving.

"Let Feng Qingwu continue."

"Let's see how bold those rats are."

General Manager Jiang Xiong walked to the screening table.

He put down his temporary ID and the short blade he was carrying.

"I will also follow the process."

"Yesterday, I hit someone; record it exactly as it happened."

The Zhe City soldiers' gaze toward General Manager Jiang Xiong changed.

He did not use Jiang Xiaowan's status to trade for privileges.

Nor did he use the title of Lin Yuan's father-in-law to pressure anyone.

Tiangong No. 1 living room.

Jiang Xiaowan watched her father stand in the queue, her shoulders dropping slightly.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her fingers pressed against her lips.

The words "bastard" did not pass her lips.

Captain Han Xue sat next to her and patted her shoulder.

"A child is not a bargaining chip used to compete for favor."

"It is a weak point that others will target."