Lynch felt cold sweat trickling down his back, sensing a crisis that rivaled his first night of peril.
This was disastrous. He had been outplayed.
Kelvin, the rank seven powerhouse, had truly calculated correctly; he was standing right in this conference room.
Everything had been proceeding smoothly at first.
After borrowing a tool from the Black Night Cathedral, Lynch had brazenly followed the impersonator while disguised as a young woman.
The effect of the round fan was quite potent. It was not mere makeup or a disguise but a genuine transformation into another form.
His height, physique, and voice had all changed, bearing no resemblance to the original male Lynch. Therefore, there was no risk of his cover being blown; to everyone's eyes, he was simply a beautiful young girl.
And so, after tracking them for a while, this flickering girl finally realized what she had encountered.
It was a large group of trackers, at least twenty or thirty people, each distributed in the nearby area with different identities, behaving in ways appropriate to their roles. Once they spotted the target, they would immediately follow with natural movements. After following for a short distance, once a companion took over, they would leave before the target grew suspicious, continuing to play their previous roles.
It was precisely by this method that this group had kept a close watch on Lynch. Even though he knew someone was acting with ill intent, Lynch had failed to notice these rats spying from the shadows.
Fortunately, now that he had switched to the perspective of a bystander and was not being targeted by this group, Lynch finally realized their existence and proceeded to track them in reverse, heading straight to their doorstep.
He had stumbled upon three big fish.
Not only was the deep one, Old Blind Eye—whom he had encountered when impersonating Walker—present, but the cultist of the Ancient Flicker who had appeared outside the window on the day he leveled up was there as well.
Are you all the Levive Victim Association? Or perhaps the Anti-Lynch Alliance?
However, life is full of ups and downs. Within a few minutes, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.
Kelvin had not only deduced his thoughts but had also taken the most lethal countermeasure immediately, causing everything to reverse in an instant.
Lynch felt a sense of vertigo, realizing that the teleportation ability was taking effect. His concealment would likely be broken by the transfer, and he would be cast into a desperate situation, facing dozens of deep ones, one rank seven powerhouse, and a rank four Walker.
There was no chance of survival.
Before Lynch could even devise a strategy, the light of the teleportation flickered. The next moment, a flash of light appeared in an empty shipyard at White Bird Port, and three figures appeared out of thin air.
"Prepare to attack."
The moment the figures appeared, Old Blind Eye's raspy, rough voice echoed throughout the shipyard. As if receiving a signal, a dark, dense crowd of foul-smelling figures emerged from every corner of the shipyard, sealing off the area completely.
They were a large group of sturdy men, their coarse clothing covered in white salt crystals. They held bladed weapons in their hands, and each had a revolver hanging at their waist. Some of these men had fish-like faces, their gills opening and closing in an extremely eerie manner.
"Not here? Wait."
The three who had been teleported were surrounded in the center. Old Blind Eye raised a hand, stopping his fierce crew. He took a sharp blade from one of the deep ones, his single eye scanning the surroundings.
"There were four people teleported here, I am certain."
Kelvin immediately reached this conclusion.
"Then that is correct, ha-ha." Old Blind Eye ripped off his disguise, revealing a ferocious face, and waved his blade while shouting, "Brothers, search! Find him and tear him into one hundred and eighty pieces. Not a single piece less, ha-ha-ha! Get him!"
It was indeed four people. At that moment, Lynch was also in this abandoned shipyard, but the instant he completed the teleportation, he used the effect of his concealment to take two steps back, hiding behind a pile of debris.
However, the several soul severers here were of much higher rank than him, and his concealment was unlikely to be effective. Combined with a large group of deep ones, once they began a carpet search, he would have nowhere to run.
Listening to the roar of Old Blind Eye, Lynch clenched his fists tightly, feeling the moisture in his palms. His heart pounded with tension, and even his breathing became rapid.
What should he do?
In a flash of inspiration, Lynch's thoughts raced. He suddenly gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes, and realized something. A trace of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Roar~~"
Forty pirates let out a roar of excitement simultaneously, raising their weapons and drawing their pistols, ready to turn the empty shipyard upside down. However, before they could rush out, they suddenly heard a sound.
"Clap, clap, clap."
The sound of light applause was exceptionally clear amidst the roars of the deep ones. The shouting ceased abruptly, and the group of deep ones, including the three men led by Walker, all looked toward the direction of the applause.
A slender figure walked out from behind a pile of debris.
Private Investigator Lynch Levive (young girl version) had appeared.
It was a young girl in a purple dress, with a graceful figure, bright eyes, and a dignified, beautiful face. She held a round fan in her hand, covering her face. Only her bright eyes peered over the fan at the crowd. Her beautiful form appeared even more striking against the backdrop of dozens of deep one brutes.
Damn it, the pressure is immense.
Stared at by dozens of eyes, and considering his current appearance, Lynch's mind was instantly flooded with various strange combinations of letters and numbers. It nearly made him break into a cold sweat, and his throat went dry.
Pfft, what are you thinking? Calm down, calm down.
Maintaining an elegant and composed exterior, Lynch pondered the speaking style of that Swelling Daughter he had encountered in another world and chuckled lightly: "Congratulations to you outsiders for finding me. And then? Do you want me to call my sisters to help you all relax properly?"
Looking at this woman who had suddenly appeared, even Kelvin was a bit bewildered, and the large group of deep ones looked dazed. Only Walker's expression instantly twisted, and he subconsciously blurted out: "How, how, how did you get to the real world?"
Whew, Lynch secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had bet correctly. He blinked his watery eyes, took a few elegant steps forward, ignored the dozens of gazes around him, and reached out to touch Walker's chest lightly:
"Outsider, you break my heart. You were enjoying pleasure and relaxation in our monastery just the night before last, and yet today, upon meeting, you ask me such cold questions. Have you forgotten the beautiful times we shared?"
Ugh, I can't believe I just said something so disgusting. Have I thrown away my face just to turn the tables? No, I am just imitating them; it does not mean I am a pervert. Neighbor, believe me, I have a friend who is an example of this; he is actually quite normal.
【Hehe.】
Fortunately, Walker's reaction was even more extreme. Before Lynch's hand even touched him, he recoiled several steps as if he had seen a Great Old One, shouting incoherently: "No, there was no beauty, nothing happened, nothing!"
"Sigh, men. They are all the same."
Lynch sighed softly, but before he could say anything else, Kelvin's cautious voice came from the other side.
"A Swelling Daughter of the Swelling Monastery? So, there is a connection between you two." Kelvin looked at Walker thoughtfully, seeming to understand something. "However, why are you here? And where is that private investigator?"
Hiss, he actually knows about this evil god. I must be vigilant; I cannot say the wrong thing.
Noticing that Walker also seemed ready to ask, Lynch thought for a moment and chuckled behind the round fan:
"Big sister is very interested in this grand event you are planning. We are willing to help you because we look forward to seeing a spectacular performance. I was sent here today to check on the progress. After all, the matters inside will require our cooperation, and we need to prepare early."
Imitating his own encounter from the night before, Lynch stepped forward and took Walker's arm. Seeing his expression and the rigidity of his entire body, he knew this man must know the true nature of the Swelling Daughters. For some reason, a thrill of mutual destruction and hurting one another suddenly surged in his heart:
"Who knew that before I could even reveal myself, I would be greeted so warmly by you all? With so many people, my sisters will surely be happy. Can you really not let me call them out to entertain everyone?"
His voice was playful, and he even cast a flirtatious glance at Kelvin, but Lynch's heart remained in his throat. His divine authority was not yet recharged, and his combat power was insufficient. Whether he could defuse this deathly crisis depended on whether this crossdressing performance could fool these people.
The dice had been cast, and Lynch waited quietly for the result to be revealed.
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