Superstars of Tomorrow Chapter 504

Nanfeng was no longer in any mood to grieve over that really expensive eyeball. He watched Curly Hair scampering around the area, sniffing and licking randomly as though he was out playing. Sometimes, Curly Hair would disappear into the nighttime darkness and come darting back moments later covered in dirt and leaves.

In the past, Nanfeng would have gone and carried Curly Hair back.

But now, he didn't dare go over. He was even afraid of calling out.

“What is Curly Hair doing?” Nanfeng asked.

Yan Biao glanced over at Curly Hair and said, “Didn't Boss say to clean up the battlefield? Curly Hair is sniffing around the area to check for bombs…”

“Bombs?!!” Nanfeng jumped up in fright. “Can't the defense system scan for them?!”

“Just in case. The enemy might have some that can't be detected by the system. Besides explosives, there may be other dangerous materials or radioactive waste. Curly Hair rendered meritorious service when on assignment with spaceport inspection teams. He is especially sensitive to the smell of those dangerous things.”

“You… You can't just put it this way! Can we rely on Curly Hair completely? Also, how does he dispose of dangerous materials? I don't even see any explosive-proof boxes! Don't just stand there! Do something! Are there any other sensors? I will help too.”

Nanfeng was anxious to head inside and search for equipment when Yan Biao added, “Boss said…”

Nanfeng stopped in his tracks and turned his head stiffly. “What did Boss say?”

“Boss said to just leave the clean up to Curly Hair.”

Yan Biao's eyes darted towards where Curly Hair was in the distance. His expression became serious and he pointed a finger. “He discovered something!”

Nanfeng turned to look as well.

He watched as Curly Hair bit a piece of a flattened mecha and tossed it aside. His mouth suddenly enlarged to an exaggerated size and swallowed the hidden stuff beneath.

A slight rumble came from Curly Hair's gut. Curly Hair belched and let out a loud fart.

A smoky smell wafted over.

Nanfeng: “…”

Yan Biao calmly said, “Oh, it's a bomb.”

Nanfeng: “…”

Nanfeng rigidly sat to the ground. Ashen faced, he stared at the sky.

Didn't this scene seem a little familiar?

[As expected of our 300 million yuan dog! He even glitters like gold under the sun!]

[It's my first time seeing a dog fart. Curly Hair deserves his 300 million yuan tag. Both his burp and fart linger for some time. It even smells like smoke.]

Nanfeng was in a daze. “Back then, how did I have the courage to dare stop this dog?

Yan Biao patted Nanfeng on the shoulder. “Therefore, we can just leave this matter to Curly Hair. It's safe and efficient. We just have to clear up some junk or shoot anyone who still might be breathing.”

Nanfeng: “…”

As Nanfeng was trying his hardest to regain his composure, Fang Zhao was sifting through the woods to deal with those hidden invaders.

The main battlefield between the Inter-planetary Fund and Tomorrow's Empire was at some innocuous planet.

Today, Little Bear was the invaders' target.

Tomorrow's Empire's attack here meant that something had gone wrong. Either they had spies within the Inter-planetary Fund or that they had some other way to pinpoint Little Bear's location.

Fortunately, the Inter-planetary Fund had backup plans. The majority of the offensive had already been stopped outside the island. Otherwise, even Curly Hair wouldn't have been able to protect Little Bear.

Ever since Little Bear's arrival, Fang Zhao had used the pretext of composing in seclusion to decline visits. Fang Zhao had quickly finished up any work on the island related to the discovery of the artifacts and limited Nanfeng's time on the island by dispatching him to manage the artifact distribution.

Nevertheless, Nanfeng had finally come across this revelation.

Fang Zhao raised his gun and shot a person hiding in the tall grass before continuing his search. There was no need for him to see. He could accurately determine every enemy in hiding just based on his hearing ability. Their breathing, heartbeat and any minute sounds couldn't escape his ears.

Nightfall didn't affect him in the slightest bit. Although there were continuous explosions in the distance, it was already quiet enough for Fang Zhao. During the Period of Destruction, chaos had been the norm.

Elsewhere.

A person hid himself behind a boulder and vegetation. He continuously suppressed his presence and even his scent.

He was one of the ringleaders of today's mission to invade the island. Their plan was to spare no expense in breaching the Inter-planetary Fund's defenses, invade the island and capture Little Bear. According to their plans, they should have been able to gain control within half an hour.

But in reality, half an hour had gone by, and they had yet to even come close to that house. He had already lost contact with the majority of personnel in the invasion force. Not a single one of those assault mechas responsible for the frontal assault of the front yard could be contacted!

He suspected that there were errors in the reports. This place was definitely a trap set up by the Inter-planetary Fund.

He wasn't sure about the situation at the front yard. But in the backyard…

The person who appeared like the shadow of death was too strange.

That person fired shots decisively without any hint of hesitation. It was near impossible to determine who was being targeted. According to reason, there wasn't even any time to aim. It would even appear as if that person was randomly firing.

But in reality, someone would fall each time a shot rang out. It was literally a one shot one kill.

The leader reckoned that he wouldn't have survived without his swift retreat.

However, according to the unclear image he had received, wasn't that Fang Zhao?

In the past, he had felt that all the news about Fang Zhao was exaggerated. He was just a musician. Sure, Fang Zhao also played games well, but those were games! Even if Fang Zhao had a military background, he still wouldn't have treated Fang Zhao as a serious threat. However, this experience had totally changed his perspective.

Also, reports said that Fang Zhao was a good-natured person and benevolent person!?

How the f*ck is this benevolent!

Everyone lied to me!!

I would believe it if someone told me he was a professional killer or a veteran!

How the f*ck is he an artistic youth?

What kind of artistic youth can kill a bunch of hardened killers???

No, there's another possibility…

That person is absolutely not Fang Zhao!

He recalled this harrowing experience and replayed each scene in slow motion in his mind. Some minute details became clearer.

Clearly, only one person had suppressed and beat the sh*t out of them from the start.

Fang Zhao's killer intent couldn't even be sensed. Based on how easily Fang Zhao had kicked the mecha away, the terrorist wondered whether Fang Zhao was using undisclosed Inter-planetary Fund exoskeleton technology.

He had a suspicion that it wasn't Fang Zhao, but a killing machine trained by the Inter-planetary Fund!

Is it Fang Zhao or not?

Suddenly, he froze.

A pair of feet stopped not too far away.

He could sense the dagger-like stare on his body. Cold beads of sweat started flowing down his back.

Raising his head, he peeked at the person.

That person's silhouette was blurry under the cover of darkness. But, under the momentary flash of an explosion, he saw that person's appearance and the pair of chillingly cold eyes.

It was the face that he saw on screens often, yet it seemed somewhat unfamiliar at this moment.

He meticulously studied Fang Zhao's appearance and face for any anomalies.

That was indeed Fang Zhao's face. This face appeared on commercials throughout the various continents nowadays. There was no way he couldn't remember what it looked like.

The lively Fang Zhao on screens had a somewhat gentle demeanor even when he wasn't smiling. The celebrity Fang Zhao that the public knew shouldn't be like this.

But at this sort of time, he wished that the person before him was Fang Zhao, that genius composer in the music world. Because, if this were so, he would still have a slight chance to survive. After all, musicians were more sentimental and were easily led on by emotions.

With this in mind, he suddenly had an idea.

“Don't shoot!” He tossed his gun aside and raised both hands in the air.

“You mustn't kill me! Do you know who I am?” he yelled.

Fang Zhao stared at him.

The terrorist gritted his teeth. “I am the Period of Destruction's Fang Zhao's descendant!”

BANG!

The only reply he got was a bullet.

The hand that had reached for the dagger hidden in his sleeves became limp.

Up to the moment he died, he couldn't understand exactly what the Inter-planetary Fund had promised Fang Zhao. Why didn't Fang Zhao even have the slightest bit of hesitancy when firing?!

Weren't musicians sentimental?! Fang Zhao had even acted as “Fang Zhao” in the “Period of Destruction” series. Shouldn't hearing “Period of Destruction's Fang Zhao” shock you a little?

If he were still alive, he would definitely yell this at Fang Zhao: You aren't Fang Zhao!

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