Chapter 672 - Art Gallery

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"I didn't know that they would attack you. I don't know anything. You know me. I'm just a middleman. I'm not familiar with them..."

Fang Heng sat in the back seat and quietly listened to Zhao Nan's explanation.

After Zhao Nan spent a few minutes cleaning herself up, Fang Heng said calmly, "Bring me to them."

A deep sense of defeat rose in Zhao Nan's heart.

She took a deep breath and asked, "How did you find me?"

"Your luck isn't good. My friend accidentally left his phone in the car. There's a GPS app on his phone."

Fang Heng looked at Zhao Nan through the rearview mirror. "Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

Zhao Nan gritted her teeth and thought to herself, "I'm so stupid!"

She secretly hated herself for being so careless and not checking the car properly before leaving.

Idiot! Idiot!

"Alright, your life is yours. I'll give you a minute to think about it and then take me to them."

Fang Heng retracted his gaze and looked out of the window.

"I don't like fighting and killing. It's because they don't have any morals."

Fang Heng shrugged as he spoke and sighed in his heart. "I've told you before. I just want to talk to them and make a deal with the Holy Court. It's supposed to be a win-win situation. If it had to be like this, it would be very difficult for me."

Through the rearview mirror, Zhao Nan saw Fang Heng's eyes under the mask, and a chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

Middleman like her, offending a powerful high-tier vampire player in the world of the vampires was no different from courting death.

Once she was targeted, she could forget about doing business quietly in the future.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Nan decided to sell out those idiots from Lingxiao Gaming Guild.

"Alright, I'll bring you to a place, but I can't guarantee that you will be able to find them there."

"Very good, let's go."

"Now? Just the two of us? What about your companion?"

"He has something to do, just the two of us."

Zhao Nan still did not drive and said, "You can't tell them that I brought you there. Otherwise, you can just kill me."

"Ha." Fang Heng chuckled. "Let's go."

Zhao Nan heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. She turned the car around again and drove towards the outskirts of the city.

"Where are we going?"

"An art gallery. I only know that it's a secret stronghold of the Holy Court in the city. The members of the Lingxiao Gaming Guild have obtained the pendant. They should be heading there to submit their mission now."

Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat.

"You're referring to the St. Aslan Art Gallery?"

"You've heard of it too?"

Fang Heng was noncommittal. He gave Zhao Nan an unfathomable look.

That fellow, Sandy! After such a long time, he actually bumped into it!

...

St. Aslan Art Gallery.

After Ye Lingxiao snatched the pendant from Sandy's hands, he immediately rushed back to the art gallery to submit his mission.

Even now, Ye Lingxiao was still a little scared.

Just now, four members of his team had died in the battle because of that mysterious person. If he had run any slower, he might even have died there!

He was really using his life to do a mission.

Chen Hu frowned as he followed Ye Lingxiao. The spot where he had been hit by Fang Heng's fist was still hurting.

Under the guidance of the believers of the Holy Church, Ye Lingxiao and Chen Hu arrived at the underground prayer hall.

"Oh? Indeed. This pendant is the product of a miracle. It's very strange. How did it end up in the hands of an outsider?"

Missionary Kagine was a little surprised at first, but then he became suspicious.

He held the pendant in his hand and carefully observed it.

Kagine could sense a faint aura of holy light from the pendant's perception.

"It's not in the relevant records of the Holy Court," Kagine said as he raised his head and asked, "What about the person who got the pendant?"

Ye Lingxiao replied, "That person's origin is unknown and he's very strong. I can see that his eyes are red. I think he should be a member of the vampires."

"Vampires..."

Kagine whispered, feeling even more puzzled.

How did the Holy Court's pendant fall into the hands of the vampires?

After pondering for a while, Kagine kept the pendant.

"Yes, you helped the Holy Court take back the pendant that belonged to us from the vampires. You guys did a good job this time."

"Leave the pendant with me for now. I will pass it to the regional headquarters for them to judge."

Kagine nodded at the two of them. "Thank you for your hard work. Stay here and rest for the day. It is expected that the regional headquarters will send someone to investigate this matter tomorrow. Follow me to see him."

Chen Hu and Ye Lingxiao's vision simultaneously displayed the mission reward and follow-up mission hint.

After submitting the pendant, they received a large number of contribution points and even triggered the follow-up mission. It was even possible for them to come into contact with the higher-ranked regional bishop of the Holy Court.

Thinking about it, the losses from before were completely acceptable.

There was even a small profit!

The two of them bowed in thanks. "Thank you, Dean. This is what we should do."

After watching the two of them leave, Kagine handed the pendant to the two light-cast knights beside him and nodded. "Immediately send the pendant to the regional headquarters and let the bishop decide."

"Yes!"

...

"Fang Heng, we're here. The art gallery is in front of us."

Under the night sky, a grayish-white private car stopped at the entrance of St. Aslan Art Gallery.

Fang Heng got out of the car.

Seeing that Zhao Nan had no intention of getting out of the car, he walked to the window and knocked on it. He asked, "Staying alone? Aren't you coming with me?"

"Go in and watch you fight with the Holy Court?" Zhao Nan said angrily, "I'm sorry, I'm just a middleman. I'm not interested."

"It's not a fight, it's just simple cooperation. I want to clear up the misunderstanding and do business with the Holy Court along the way."

Fang Heng repeated it again and gave Zhao Nan a sincere look.

"I'm not lying to you, I just want to get some holy water from the Holy Church."

Zhao Nan looked at Fang Heng and gave him a look that said, "I don't believe you.".

"Forget it, if you don't want to, stay here and wait for me."

Fang Heng nodded and walked towards the art gallery alone.

In the early morning, the art gallery was closed to the public.

Two security guards stood at the entrance of the art gallery.

They looked at Fang Heng warily.

The mask on Fang Heng's face did not make him look like a good person.

"Stop! Who is it? It's too late. The art gallery is not open to the public. Also, take off the mask on your face."

"Don't be nervous. I want to look for the person in charge here."

"The curator is already resting. You can come back tomorrow."

"I'm in a hurry. Tell him that I just want to talk. Also, I think he might have seen my pendant."

"What pendant? Our gallery won't just take someone else's..."

As the two of them spoke, two players from Lingxiao Guild walked down the stairs.

When he saw Fang Heng wearing a mask, he instantly recognized him as the player who had fought with them in City Park not long ago.

"It's him! It's that guy! Quick, stop him!"

"He still dares to come! Take him down!!"

The two guards at the door were startled when they heard this. They immediately reacted and raised their batons, wanting to subdue Fang Heng.

Fang Heng flipped his wrist, and a thick and heavy iron rod appeared in his hand.