Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1504 - 450: [Murder and Treasure Snatching, Occasional Work]_2

Chen Yan’s figure sat at the other end of the long table in the conference hall.

The sacrificial priest and the mayor’s wife didn’t even know when this person had arrived or when he had sat down!

"Watching you put on such a spectacular show makes me feel like having a coffee myself."

Chen Yan smiled, looking at the two individuals in the conference hall.

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The mayor’s wife reacted quickly; she suddenly pulled out a gun and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Chen Yan’s position.

This woman was exquisitely beautiful yet acted decisively and fiercely!

Bam bam bam—several gunshots in a row, and Chen Yan simply sat there smiling without moving.

A scene that terrified the mayor’s wife occurred!

A few bullets shot toward Chen Yan and then immediately came to a halt, suspended in the air as if frozen by some force.

Chen Yan chuckled softly, his smile very kind, revealing his pearly white teeth.

Then, he flicked his fingers, and the bullets floating in the air simultaneously dropped, clattering onto the table.

Chen Yan extended his fingers, casually picked up a bullet with his fingertips, and chuckled lightly, "A .44 caliber Magnum bullet. The recoil is slightly lighter, reducing deflection probability—a pretty good choice. But personally, I usually prefer using a .45 caliber, a bit more powerful."

The mayor’s wife’s face was full of terror.

As for the sacrificial priest beside her, he just sat there quietly, his face expressionless, simply staring at Chen Yan with deep eyes.

The mayor’s wife held onto the golden gun tightly, but her wrist trembled slightly and involuntarily.

"You can shoot a Desert Eagle with one hand; your wrist strength surpasses that of most average men," Chen Yan glanced at the mayor’s wife, "It seems you do have some skills."

The mayor’s wife took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her inner panic, yet still loyally took two steps forward, blocking in front of the sacrificial priest, facing Chen Yan.

"I killed a rather skilled woman in the South District before; she should be one of your own, right? That woman was indeed good," Chen Yan shook his head, "It seems you aren’t bad at all. Plus, you’re prettier than she is."

The mayor’s wife didn’t speak, but her eyes watched Chen Yan while her body gradually tensed.

"Sorry, even though you’re quite pretty, I still can’t let you go," Chen Yan shook his head, sighing, "You shot at me, intending to kill me. Since you’ve done such a thing to me, you must bear the corresponding consequences of cause and effect."

Saying this, Chen Yan raised his right hand and flicked his fingers at the mayor’s wife.

An inaudible shot of condensed Primordial Qi emitted!

The small spell "Finger Sword" was re-executed in Chen Yan’s hand, yet its power was no longer what it used to be.

The mayor’s wife’s eyes suddenly contracted, but before she could make any evasive or defensive moves, a "pop" was heard!

The area in the center of the woman’s forehead burst open! After being easily pierced by a strand of Primordial Qi, a cloud of blood mist spewed from the back of her head.

She didn’t manage a single sound, and her body slumped down, devoid of life.

Chen Yan looked at the woman as she fell, his tone very calm, "Those who kill will be killed. Heaven’s ways are fair."

It wasn’t until Chen Yan utilized the "Finger Sword" spell effortlessly, killing the mayor’s wife in one move, that the sacrificial priest sitting there suddenly furrowed his brows, his gaze toward Chen Yan filled with a bit of dread.

His lips seemed to move slightly before he slowly started speaking in English with a slight accent.

"Mage? Wizard? Seems you’re neither. You’re yellow-skinned, so you must be an Eastern Profound Cultivator?"

Chen Yan smiled, "You’re quite knowledgeable."

The priest took a deep breath, "So, the yellow-skinned Asian both sides have been seeking the past couple of days is you."

"You’ve been looking for me for two days and made me the trigger for this war, yet you still don’t recognize me," Chen Yan shook his head, "You barbarians certainly do rough work."

The priest looked at Chen Yan, his gaze full of a complex meaning of assessment, as if his mind was rapidly contemplating something in a short period.

Soon, he exhaled, his tone becoming somewhat amiable, "Can we have a good talk?"

"About what?" Chen Yan chuckled.

"First, I must apologize for pulling such a distinguished guest like you into this ’war’. If I had known your identity as an Eastern Cultivator beforehand, I certainly would have stopped my people from using your name to incite conflict. A noble cultivator should not have their name lightly borrowed by lowly mortals."

Chen Yan showed no emotion, neither confirming nor denying, "Anything else?"

The priest pointed to the dead mayor’s wife on the ground, "She earlier shot at you impulsively, offending you, a noble cultivator. Therefore, you killed her; this action, I accept and find very just."

"Anything else?" Chen Yan continued to smile and ask.

The priest furrowed his brows, "...and?"

Pausing a bit, his tone turned slightly cold, "What do you want? Gusanka’s situation should have nothing to do with a cultivator from the East, right?"

Chen Yan shrugged, "I could have spent a few leisurely days on vacation in this small city. Instead, I became the wanted target of both sides and had to leave my comfortable hotel due to the outbreak. Now that the fight has started, my vacation plans here are effectively ruined."