nyslfriends Chapter 169 The port owner seals the port
Chapter 169 The port owner seals the port
A crack appeared in the black gate.
The string of metal plates dragged on the ground, sliding outwards with a clatter.
Each piece is engraved with the character "狱" (prison).
The sound wasn't loud.
Everyone who landed around the Seventh Tower felt a chill run down their spine.
The port master stood in front of the black gate, his face still covered in blood, his smile even more sinister.
"Trying to reopen old cases?"
"Let's see if you can live long enough to see people come out."
He raised his hand and pressed down.
The three Hong Kong lights above their heads all jolted.
Red light off.
The white light goes out.
Only a dim lamp remains.
The next moment, a dull bell rang throughout the entire Zeroth Recovery Port.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Nine times in total.
Each blow felt like hitting the very core of a tower.
Pigsy's face changed first, and he turned around and cursed, "You bastard, you've really opened the port!"
Chen Fan stared at the light screens around him.
The Hong Kong charts, which were originally hanging in the air, are still rolling.
The words above are clearly visible.
[Chen Fan, formerly of District 7, has filed for a public appeal.]
The Seventh Tower case awaits reconsideration.
The last four words were like a nail, making the host's eyelids twitch.
He raised his finger and pointed to the sky.
"Hong Kong lockdown order, effective!"
boom!
Outside the Seventh District, a ring of black waves erupted in the waterway.
The waves are not water.
It was a series of iron railings.
Rise from the bottom of the harbor.
Join from the shore.
Even the old boats moored in the distance were abruptly stuck in mid-air.
Before the people on the shore could react, the old clock towers at the street corner were already emitting wisps of smoke. The smoke twisted in mid-air and turned into road closure notices, which were then plastered all the exit ports.
Someone just touched the boat rope.
The next second, the rope broke by itself.
Someone wants to bypass the Great Firewall.
A row of black nails stood on the top of the wall.
If you touch it, your whole body will bounce back backward.
For a moment, curses echoed from all sides.
"Has the port owner gone mad?"
"The port has been closed for so many years!"
"There's still stock inside!"
"My family is still in another district!"
The port owner didn't even look at them.
He only had eyes on Chen Fan.
"Don't you like making a scene?"
"Now it's all right."
"No one can get out of District Seven. No one can get in."
"You guys, take your time searching inside."
That's a ruthless move.
Chen Fan immediately understood.
The port owner didn't come to arrest them.
He wants to turn the entire Seventh District into a pot.
Everyone was trapped.
The road is completely blocked.
If word of the reversal of the verdict doesn't get out, outside help won't come in, and sooner or later, chaos will break out among those inside.
That's the old man's way.
The monkey, carrying the stick, took a step forward.
"You dare to threaten me with a port closure?"
The words were spoken.
The golden cudgel smashed down on the newly raised outer iron fence.
One blow.
Half the street was shaken.
The iron fence was immediately dented in a large section.
The onlookers' eyes lit up.
The next instant, the dented area swelled up on its own, like fresh flesh, and filled in again.
The monkey raised an eyebrow.
"That's interesting."
The host laughed even harder.
"beat."
"You hit it ten times, it will hit it ten times in return."
"This is the bottom line for the zeroth port of call."
"Unless you destroy the entire port today, none of you are leaving."
Yang Jian looked up at the green lamp, his voice deep.
"It's not a seal."
"It's the suppression of all old regulations in Hong Kong."
"He also brought out the overall authority over Hong Kong registration."
Just as Chen Fan was about to speak, the black ledger on his chest suddenly became hot.
He flipped his hand.
The ledger popped open by itself.
The pages flipped through the paper with a rustling sound.
The line that originally read "The Seventh Tower Awaits Overturning the Case" began to blur little by little, as if someone were wiping it with a damp cloth.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold.
"He is rolling back the rankings."
Tang Sanzang stepped forward and flicked his sleeve.
"Does he want to erase the record of his public overturning of the verdict?"
"right."
Chen Fan stared at the ledger pages, his voice quickening.
"Once the phrase 'awaiting a retrial' is removed, our previous public hearing will be directly considered a disturbance. The Seventh Tower Old Court will also become invalid."
Pigsy felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.
"That old dog is really cunning. If he can't beat them, he just changes the score?"
The port master seemed to have heard it and raised his voice.
"Change the accounts?"
"Wrong."
"This is correct."
"Incorrect numbers should be deleted, and false cases should be eliminated."
"The accounts of the zeroth port's return are never for someone with a nickname to write."
As he finished speaking, the large lists in the air began to frantically swirl back.
The paper looked like it was burning upside down.
The old names that had just appeared all shrank back.
The onlookers turned pale.
"My name is gone!"
"The newly compiled roster is being returned!"
"You can apply this too?"
"Then what was the point of us kneeling and crying out for justice just now!"
Chaos immediately erupted in the crowd.
Some people started to back away.
Some people just start cursing as soon as they open their mouths.
Some people were staring at Chen Fan, their eyes darting around.
The port owner has been waiting for this moment.
He wasn't in a hurry to kill.
First cut off the road, then cut off the heart.
Chen Fan gripped the black ledger tightly, his palms burning hot.
The ledgers were not completely returned.
The line "[The Seventh Tower Awaits Reconsideration]" is still there.
The font flickered, as if it might go out at any moment.
Immediately afterwards, a new line of text appeared in the middle of the black page.
[Rollback blocked.]
[Insufficient review privileges at present.]
Please complete the second proofreading permission pin.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The second one?
He had previously obtained a proofreading nail, which allowed him to pry open the old courthouse of the Seventh Tower.
The ledger is now being rolled back, but it's still missing one entry.
In other words, the Hong Kong owner still holds at least half of the power.
"See that?"
The port owner stared at Chen Fan's face and slowly spoke.
"You thought you opened the door."
"Actually, you only touched the latch."
"The Seventh District's account, the Seventh Tower's prison, the Zero Port's seal—none of these can be pried open with a single nail."
He waved his sleeve.
The list of notices suddenly surged again after four weeks.
The old phone numbers on the very edge shattered with a snap.
Along with them, the old plaques around their necks also shattered.
Those men immediately knelt down, as if a piece of their chest had been ripped out, their eyes vacant.
"My name..."
"Just replenished..."
"It's gone, really gone..."
The crowd erupted in uproar.
The people who were just watching the show are now all getting anxious.
An old man rushed to the edge of the tower and shouted at Chen Fan, "You think you can flip it over? Go ahead and flip it over! Quickly, push him down!"
Another woman, holding her child, cried until her voice was hoarse: "He can even erase a name from a replacement's; how are we supposed to live?!"
The Hong Kong troops also pressed forward.
We're not here to fight.
They came to drive people away.
"Back off!"
"By order of the Lord Mayor, all personnel in District 7 are to return to their designated locations. No one is allowed to wander the streets, gather in groups, or appeal for justice!"
"Those who disobey orders will be considered deserters!"
These words were sharper than a knife.
The word "escapee" is the dirtiest label in this harbor.
Once the person is secured, they can be dragged directly into the warehouse without leaving any records or a body.
Someone wants to run away.
The Hong Kong soldier knocked him down with a stick.
Someone wanted to shout.
The iron whistle was shoved into his mouth, and blood trickled down his chin.
Chen Fan's anger flared up.
That old bastard really went all out.
The monkey slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, and the entire crack in the stone split open.
"Chen Fan".
"Tell me, should we attack people first, or attack Hong Kong first?"
"Secure the rankings first."
Chen Fan answered very quickly.
"If the top spot is wiped out, all the efforts of the others will have been in vain."
Yang Jian has already opened his third eye.
A divine light swept across his forehead, directly locking onto the several scrolls of the great list.
"The source is not on the list."
"Under the feet of the port master."
"That black ring is the roll-back shaft."
Tang Sanzang raised his hand and pressed down on an old, still-cracked plaque. The Pure Seal in his palm lit up, forcefully holding back the cracks.
"This humble monk can stall for a while."
"It can't be dragged out for long."
Bajie cursed and swore as he hoisted the rake onto his shoulder.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's give him a good beating and snatch that black ring first!"
The Hong Kong owner seemed to have anticipated their reaction.
He didn't back down an inch.
Instead, he raised his foot and stomped heavily on the ground.
Click.
The blue bricks in front of the seventh tower are all cracked.
What's coming out of the crack isn't soil.
They are thin black nails.
Densely packed.
It's like the whole field has grown teeth.
Immediately afterwards, a hand suddenly reached out from the crack in the black door.
Thin and bony.
gray.
A broken deck of cards was still hanging from his wrist.
Only two characters remained on the sign.
Delete the case.
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
The first group of people to delete cases?
Is he still alive?
That hand gripped the door crack, its fingers slowly prying outwards inch by inch.
Like the people inside, desperately trying to climb out.
The host turned his head and smiled at Chen Fan.
"Want a second proofreading permission pin?"
"What a coincidence."
"It's on him."
Before Chen Fan could move, an even more ear-piercing tearing sound suddenly came from the sky above the entire port city.
All the returned scrolls stopped at the same time.
next second.
On the top side of the main list, a bulge was pushed out from the center.
It looks like something is trying to pop out.
The black ledger was burning hot in Chen Fan's hands.
The new characters are jumping out one after another.
[A second source of proofreading was detected.]
The positions overlap.
[There are holders of live nails on the overall leaderboard.]
Chen Fan looked up.
The port owner also looked up.
Their eyes changed at the same moment.
The bulge suddenly throbbed again.
A thin crack appeared on the list.
An eye with a black nail pinned in it is peering out through the slit.
Chapter 552 The Third Step Almost Became the Fuse
The crack in the overall rankings is widening.
The eye with the black nail stuck in it scanned the area through the crack, finally fixing its gaze on Chen Fan.
The black ledger was as red-hot as a piece of iron.
The words above are pushing outwards like crazy.
[Second review and verification confirmed.]
The holder of the live nail is attempting to take over the leaderboard.
[Old courtyard coordinates being compared.]
Just as Chen Fan finished reading the third line, a muffled thud came from behind him.
It wasn't an outside attack.
The third person to kneel down.
He crashed to the ground, his knees hitting the ground hard, his shoulders throbbing as if ropes were pulling at his bones. The mark on the back of his neck, which had faded, began to glow, turning black, like old ink soaked in blood.
Pigsy turned around and started cursing.
"Damn it, he's still wearing a lock!"
The monkey was faster; it swung its golden cudgel horizontally and struck the third wound on the back.
Explain yourself.
The third person's throat was full of hoarse sounds, and he supported himself on the ground with his hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out.
"I didn't turn it on... it woke up by itself."
The voice just fell.
The black mark on his back cracked open an inch with a "snap".
A thin, dark chain emerged from the flesh.
It's not iron.
Like a line of old characters that move.
The words were ashen, climbing up his spine and rushing to the back of his neck in the blink of an eye.
Tang Sanzang's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to create a purification seal.
The seal had barely touched the ground when it was forcefully pushed aside by the string of old characters.
"It can't be suppressed."
Yang Jian's third eye opened slightly between his brows, and his voice turned cold.
"This is not an ordinary restriction."
"This is a semi-returned warehouse chain."
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
Yang Jian stared at the third line on the back of the neck, speaking very quickly.
"This chain doesn't care about life or death, or whether it's real or fake. As long as the host gets close to two of the three things—the Old Court, the General Ranking, and the True Prison—it will automatically unlock and transmit the coordinates of everything the host has ever seen back to the people above."
Pigsy's expression changed.
"Then we have to send our source warehouse, the Seventh Tower, and this ranking list over there?"
"It's not being sent over."
Yang Jian stared at the chain.
"It's already being delivered."
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding light screens trembled simultaneously.
The old beams on top of the warehouse emitted a series of soft popping sounds.
In the distance, Hong Kong soldiers could still be heard shouting.
"Found it!"
"The coordinates are back!"
"Lock-in storage!"
The third one suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"Cut me off."
He gritted his teeth, and his voice changed.
"Hurry. If we don't cut it now, the whole port will be crushed."
Upon hearing this, Pigsy had already raised his rake by half an inch.
The monkey didn't move.
He looked at Chen Fan.
Tang Sanzang also looked over.
At that moment, even the black nail eye on the overall leaderboard seemed to be waiting.
It remains to be seen whether Chen Fan will protect the person or cut off the tail.
The third person was bracing himself on the ground, his shoulders shaking.
Don't hesitate.
"I knew I wasn't clean before I came in."
"Chen Fan, if you still want to climb the Seventh Tower, use me as a fuse and cut it off directly."
That's a very strong statement.
But he still bit his lip until he broke the lip when he said the last word, "break".
Blood dripped down his chin.
He was clearly afraid too.
Who isn't afraid?
If a rake were to fall on them, they might not even survive.
Bajie cursed, but stopped what he was doing.
"You knew all along?"
The third person didn't look at him, but stared at Chen Fan.
"I only knew there were remnants of the old warehouse chain inside my body. I never imagined it could be connected to the port owner."
"I originally planned to wait until I was out of this mess before dissecting it myself."
The monkey sneered.
"Waiting for you to dissect us? Waiting for you to sell us off completely?"
The third person looked up and their eyes turned red.
"If I really wanted to sell, I would have spoken up when the port owner closed the port earlier!"
"I followed you all the way here, getting beaten up and sealed away, almost dying twice. What do you think I did for?"
"Will you send me the coordinates for the map?"
His words were very harsh.
The atmosphere immediately stabilized.
Pigsy gripped his rake, his face grim.
The monkey pressed the stick in its hand down half an inch.
The third person's back was bent, but he still stubbornly refused to fall, his forehead hitting the floor tiles again and again.
"cut."
"Otherwise it will be too late."
Laughter suddenly came from the crack at the other end of the leaderboard.
hoarse.
It's very light.
It sounded like someone was laughing through several layers of iron plates.
"It's too late."
"Once the semi-return chain is activated, there is no turning back."
The voice of the port owner.
The next second, all the notices hanging around them flipped over.
The entire back of the screen now features the same coordinate pattern.
The old courtyard of the Seventh Tower.
The old characters on the third body climbed even faster, reaching his temples and even staining the whites of his eyes with gray lines. Half of his face began to stiffen, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, as if another mouth was trying to squeeze out from it.
Chen Fan remained silent.
Suddenly he squatted down and grabbed the third person on the back of the neck.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
The third person was also stunned.
"Aren't you going to chop me up?"
Chen Fan stared intently at the old-fashioned chain that was jumping around, his eyes shining.
"Why would I cut you?"
"This thing sends back coordinates, right?"
Yang Jian nodded.
"Yes."
"Only one-way?"
Yang Jian frowned, and his third eye opened two more degrees.
"Theoretically, it's one-way."
"Theoretically?"
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
"Then it's not absolute."
Pigsy realized what was happening and his eyes widened in surprise.
"You want to follow it back?"
Chen Fan stood up and slammed the black ledger onto the third person's back.
"Didn't the port owner need coordinates?"
"Give it to him."
"If he dares to open his mouth, I'll just go for it."
The third one left everyone dumbfounded.
"Are you crazy?"
"This is a storage chain, not a road."
"If it is broken in the middle, the person will shatter into pieces."
Chen Fan glanced at him.
"Are you afraid of dying?"
The third time, I gritted my teeth.
"nonsense."
"You're afraid of death, yet you dare to ask me to chop you up? What are you pretending to be, tough guy?"
Chen Fan's words struck, and the third person actually choked.
Bajie, standing nearby, burst out laughing.
"That's right."
The monkey laughed, spun the stick, and slammed it heavily onto the ground.
"I'm going too."
"no."
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop him.
"This time it's not about banging on the door, it's about a hidden thread. The more people there are, the more tangled the threads become."
Tang Sanzang stepped forward, flipped the Pure Seal in his sleeve, and pressed it directly onto the third point on his chest.
"I calmed him down."
Yang Jian didn't waste any words. He slashed horizontally with his three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade cutting a thin gash along the hidden chain.
"I'll open it up."
"It can last for three breaths."
Pigsy got anxious.
"And what about me?"
Chen Fan tossed the black ledger to him.
"Keep an eye on the rankings."
"If that black nail eye dares to show itself again, you can smash the list first."
"become."
Pigsy held the ledger, his hands itching to shake it.
What else do you want to say in the third round?
Chen Fan had already lifted him up and made him sit in front of the leaderboard.
"Sit tight, you bastard."
"You are not the fuse today."
"You are the hook."
As soon as those words were uttered.
My third eyelid twitched suddenly.
I don't know if it's pain or something else.
The next instant, Yang Jian's blade fell.
The semi-returned chain made a "humming" sound.
The surrounding light curtains went completely dark.
Only the third one had a string of old characters on his body that shone frighteningly brightly, like a piece of ash fire pulled from flesh.
Chen Fan slapped the chain head with his palm.
The words on the black ledger exploded on the spot, turning into a black line that rolled back up along the storage chain.
The host in Hong Kong clearly hadn't expected this move.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Immediately following was a sharp shout.
"The chain is broken!"
late.
Chen Fan's vision blurred.
It sounded like thousands of old warehouse license plates were clanging and clattering in my ears. Countless fragments of coordinates floated past my eyes—fake, old, abandoned, sealed—layers upon layers of smoke and mirrors deliberately planted by the port owner.
If it were someone else, they would get lost at this step.
Chen Fan remained calm.
He was still clutching the third seal, the one from the back of his neck.
This thing doesn't lie.
The chain must be reassembled from where it originated.
The black ledger was turned page by page, frantically sifting through the words.
Waste chains should be removed.
Fake warehouses, removed.
Empty relay, discard.
Three breaths hadn't even finished.
Chen Fan had already seen the real thing.
Not in the outer harbor.
Not in the seventh tower.
It wasn't in the port lord's wooden sedan chair either.
It was a stack of boxes piled up densely.
Old chests, new chests, chests of sin, sealed chests—all piled together, like a tomb built of chests. At the very bottom, there was a small blue lamp, behind which were seventy-two lines of judgment.
All the return messages pass through there.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
"Found it."
Yang Jian immediately shouted, "Where?"
Chen Fan hadn't spoken yet.
Suddenly, the black nail-like eye on the leaderboard popped out, staring intently at him, as if it had also realized something.
The host's voice truly changed for the first time.
"Stop him!"
"Block the core layer of the group chat platform!"
Group box platform.
Core layer.
When Pigsy heard those five words, the smile on his face vanished.
"Damn it."
"Where did the port manager hide the repeater station?"
The stick in the monkey's hand made a low thud.
Tang Sanzang's hand, which was pressed on the third chest, suddenly sank, forcefully pressing the string of rampaging old characters back half an inch.
The third one was panting heavily, his face pale, but his eyes suddenly lit up.
"The core layer of the group box platform... I've been to the outer ring of that place."
"What's locked inside isn't goods."
"It's a person's name."
Chen Fan snapped out of his daze, loosened the storage chain, and turned to leave.
"Then we absolutely have to go."
Pigsy caught up with them.
"Now?"
Chen Fan didn't turn his head back.
"Not now, but after the port owner pulls the plug completely?"
The voice just fell.
The crack in the center of the leaderboard suddenly opened up another inch with a "crack".
Behind that black nail eye, half a face slowly emerged.
His face was bluish, and two thin nails were driven into the corners of his mouth.
It opened its mouth towards Chen Fan.
He uttered a name.
Not the owner of the port.
It's not the third one either.
He was the first person to delete the case that Chen Fan had been searching for.
Chapter 553 Chen Fan Personally Dismantles the Black Ring
The crack in the overall rankings is still widening.
Half of his blue face was stuck in the list, and two thin nails at the corners of his mouth wobbled as if they might fall off at any moment.
It stared at Chen Fan and repeated the name again.
The voice is dry.
Like scraping paper onto a wooden board.
The surroundings fell silent.
Pigsy cursed first.
"Damn, they're actually alive?"
The monkey held his golden cudgel horizontally and stood directly in front of the list.
"If he's still alive, he should be taken out."
"Let me ask him first, who nailed the hole in him?"
The host stood at the other end of the old courtyard, the smile still lingering on his face.
He didn't stop him.
Instead, they took half a step back.
It's like they're waiting.
Chen Fan glanced at him and immediately understood.
That bastard is just trying to stall.
It was dragged on until the third stage when everything was completely stored away.
The person who dragged the item to the overall leaderboard became the fuse.
He ignored the half-face's words and turned to look at the black chain ring on the ground.
The third tremor is still ongoing.
The dark patterns inside the gray core are shrinking inwards.
It's like recycling.
Si Mo squatted down beside him, the blank page in his hand already spread out, his forehead covered in sweat.
"A moment later, and the gray core would have locked up."
"It's locked, the only option is to break it."
"Smash it open, and the listening pin inside will explode."
Pigsy was taken aback.
"A listening probe?"
Si Mo nodded.
"The black ring is not a single lock."
"It locks people up from the outside and eavesdrops from the inside."
"Whoever touches it, whatever they say, it can all be relayed back to them."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces darkened.
The host's smile widened.
"You only understand now?"
"It's too late."
"I've been nurturing this third ring for decades. I can hear every step you take as you dismantle it."
"Chen Fan, don't you like to overturn cases?"
"Come on, let's continue."
"Let me see if you dare to take it apart yourself."
That's a really mean thing to say.
Pigsy picked up his rake and wanted to charge.
Chen Fan grabbed him and pressed him down.
"Don't rush."
"If he wants to hear it, we'll take it apart and listen to it for him."
After he finished speaking, he spread his hands.
The black ledger got hot.
The proofreading staple in the corner of the first page popped out on its own.
The nail is not long.
It was entirely black.
The nail tip, however, was dazzlingly bright.
When Si Mo saw the nail, his breathing became erratic.
"What a censor..."
"You didn't lie to me before."
Chen Fan was too lazy to explain, so he squatted down and stared at the gray core of the third black ring.
The gray core is only the width of a finger joint.
It was encased in a thin shell.
The shell has fine pores.
There are seven in total.
He understood it at a glance.
"The listening pin is not in the middle."
"In the third hole to the left."
Si Mo suddenly looked up.
"How did you figure that out?"
Chen Fan reached out and wiped, and a line of black powder on the surface of the gray core was wiped away.
A bit of old silver was showing inside.
"The grinding process is different here."
"If a needle keeps turning all year round, the hole will get chipped."
"The core remains unchanged, so this mark appears on the edge hole."
Si Mo stared at it for a moment, then froze.
Really.
Even Yang Jian glanced at Chen Fan twice.
For the first time, the smile on the port owner's face stopped.
"You've got the hang of it."
"You can talk about it after you've nailed it down."
Chen Fan ignored him.
He turned the proofreading staple horizontally, but instead of stabbing it, he tapped it lightly.
Ding.
The third black ring trembled.
A black line immediately emerged from the gray core, heading straight for the crack on the surface.
The monkey had been waiting, and immediately struck with its stick.
boom!
The black line was smashed apart on the spot.
A muffled groan came from the blue face, and half of the face shrank back.
The monkey grinned.
"Still want ventilation?"
"If you stick your head out again, I'll knock all your teeth out."
The Hong Kong soldiers and former officials surrounding the old courthouse had originally hoped that the Hong Kong governor would turn the tide.
When this scene unfolded, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Can the black ring be removed like this?"
"Isn't that the chain personally sealed by the port owner?"
"Did he really understand the structure?"
Someone said that halfway through their sentence, their voice became shaky.
The port master's jaw tightened.
Chen Fan raised his hand.
Align the nail tip with the third hole on the left.
"Si Mo".
"remember."
Si Mo quickly picked up his pen.
"The third hole, the gray core is slightly to the left."
"First vibrate the core, then disconnect the listening cable."
"The proofreading needle goes in the wrong direction, not the right way, but the wrong way."
Chen Fan pressed down with his wrist.
puff.
The nail tip went in half an inch.
The black ring bounced up completely.
It was as if a living thing had been stabbed.
With a "sizzle," a string of sparks flew out from the ground.
Bajie's eyelids twitched as he watched.
"Is this thing really destined to die?"
"It's not fate."
Yang Jian spoke in a cold voice.
"Someone is pulling from a distance."
"This ring is still connected to the mother box."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's hands became even steadyer.
He didn't stop; he pressed his thumb against the end of the nail and pushed it in another inch.
Click.
The gray core is cracked.
A black needle, barely thicker than a hair, shot out of the hole and pierced Chen Fan's eye.
too fast.
It was so fast that bystanders could only see a dark shadow.
The host finally burst into laughter.
"I've been waiting for you to touch the needle!"
next second.
Chen Fan tilted his head.
The black needle flew past his ear.
The monkey grabbed at nothing.
Yang Jian's third eye lit up. Just as he was about to block the road, Chen Fan had already pulled out the Examiner's Nail, flipped the end of the nail, and fiercely nailed the black needle to the ground.
puff.
The black needle was driven into the crack in the stone, still twisting wildly.
It looks like a thin black worm.
Pigsy felt a chill run down his spine at the sight, and swung his nine-toothed rake to smash it.
"Die, you old pig!"
Three bangs.
The floor tiles are all broken.
The black needle was still intact.
Instead, the needle flicked its tail, emitting a series of sharp sounds.
The light curtains on all four sides of the old courtyard lit up simultaneously.
The words popped up densely at the top.
[Replay interrupted]
[Third chain instability]
[Master box connection failed]
The color drained from the port master's face in an instant.
Chen Fan stared at those lines of text, a smirk playing on his lips.
Cool.
I finally managed to grab a piece of your thread.
"Si Mo, write."
Si Mo's hands were trembling, yet his pen moved incredibly fast.
"A listening pin is hidden inside the black ring."
"The needle doesn't penetrate the core; the wire runs along the hole."
"The outer nail has a gray core, which can force the needle to escape."
"The needle must be nailed in place twice; it cannot be broken off directly."
Line after line of words fell.
The blank page actually absorbed the dust particles shaken out by the black needle.
Four words appeared in the corner of the page.
Black ring chain removal.
Si Mo stared at that page, his breath catching in his throat.
"It's done."
"The broken link page is complete!"
As soon as she said that, the eyes of those involved in the old cases behind her turned red.
They have suffered greatly from the Black Ring over the years.
Someone lost their hand.
Someone cut off their tongue.
Some people are alive, but their names sound like they're half-dead.
Now, finally someone has figured it out.
Moreover, it was demolished right in front of the port owner.
All the pent-up anger suddenly surged up.
"Tear down another one!"
"Tear up the entire harbor!"
"Didn't he say no one could touch him? Let him open his eyes and see clearly!"
The port master's face turned ashen, and he raised his hand to retract the ring.
But the moment he moved, the monkey moved even faster.
The golden cudgel slammed down on the boundary of the old courtyard with a loud thud.
The entire black stripe broke off on the spot.
"Take your mother away."
"Stand there and watch."
The host's chest heaved twice, but he didn't dare to step forward.
Chen Fan had already grabbed the nail tail and flicked it upwards.
Click.
The gray core of the third black ring was completely lifted.
It's not empty inside.
Instead, it was a short section of silver tube.
The inner wall of the silver tube is densely engraved with fine lines.
In the very center, there was a small, grayish-white bead.
Si Mo's eyes widened when he saw it.
"Half-returned pearl!"
"No wonder the third layer couldn't be completely removed."
"It's not a single chain. Half of it is still hanging in the storage room."
Chen Fan picked up the gray bead and pinched it between his fingertips.
The surface of the bead immediately cracked.
An even smaller, thinner piece fell out.
There was only one line of text on the thin slice.
Group box platform. Left compartment of the mother box.
The second nail.
The air felt as if it had been pressed down heavily.
Pigsy was the first to react.
"Is the second proofreading staple in the master box of the multi-box platform?"
Si Mo stared intently at the thin sheet of paper, his voice hoarse.
"Most likely."
"The first nail is the third one, like leaving a template."
"If the second one is still in the mother box, then it's not a hidden item."
"That's a town."
"Whoever nails it in will be responsible for the main opening of the mother box."
Chen Fan slowly stood up.
The third black ring in his hand had completely lost its luster.
The gray core is broken.
The listening pin is stuck.
The semi-returning energy that had been clinging to it was gradually dissipating.
The chain, which had been buzzing, finally fell silent.
The third one, it broke free.
It's not loose.
It's a complete break.
The black ledger immediately turned a page.
The word "new" pops up.
The third black ring has been removed.
[Black ring link break page successfully entered.]
[A segment of the listening loop was intercepted.]
[The master box of the group box contains remnants of the second review proofreading staples.]
[Warning: The master unit has received feedback about a broken link.]
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
"The mother box moved."
The words had barely left his mouth.
On the northernmost side of the old courtyard, the map of Hong Kong, which had been dark, suddenly lit up.
A thick red line stretches from the seventh tower straight out to the open sea.
The destination is not elsewhere.
It is a group box platform.
The mother box imprint that was originally stationary on the map has now moved an inch on its own.
It's like something inside has woken up.
When the port owner saw the red line, his face completely turned upside down.
He blurted it out.
"Who gave you permission to demolish the third lane!"
After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence.
The next moment, everyone realized what was going on.
It wasn't that Chen Fan disassembled it incorrectly.
Chen Fan made the right decision.
Moreover, it struck at the heart of the matter.
The monkey burst out laughing on the spot, its shoulders shaking with laughter.
"OK."
"I love looking at your face."
Pigsy was also amused.
"Didn't you just tell us to continue?"
"What, you're feeling sorry for me now?"
The port master's lips trembled as he raised his hand to form a hand seal, as if trying to forcefully suppress the red line.
Yang Jian slashed directly at it with his sword.
The blade cuts through the imprint.
Tang Sanzang raised his sleeve and pressed down, and the Pure Seal landed at the four corners of the map, nailing the entire map in place.
Chen Fan had already stuffed the thin piece of paper into the black ledger and turned to leave.
"Go to the group box counter."
Si Mo caught up, his voice urgent.
"Once the mother box moves, the path will change."
"Go now, we have to get there before it closes its trading."
Chen Fan kept walking.
"Then run faster."
He had just stepped out of the old courtyard when the crack in the main gate behind him suddenly exploded with a "boom".
Shards of light flew everywhere.
The half-blue face finally managed to squeeze out.
No.
Not half a sheet.
It's the whole person.
The man was covered in nail tags, with a thick black nail piercing his chest. After landing, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood, then looked up and shouted hoarsely at Chen Fan—
"Don't go to the mother box!"
"Beneath the second nail, there's also the port owner's real name list!"
Chapter 554 The First Expansion of the Old Team
"Don't go to the mother box!"
The man who nailed the sign had shouted himself hoarse.
The person had just fallen out of the main rankings, the black nail in his chest was still dangling, and black blood dripped down the nail's tail, making a "drip drip" sound on the ground.
Bajie blocked Chen Fan's way first.
The monkey arrived with its staff, the tip of which pressed against the man's throat.
"Give me your name first."
The man coughed so hard he couldn't straighten up. He raised his hand and grabbed the stick, his hand covered in old nail holes.
"My name is Song Jiuce."
"Of the first batch of people who deleted their cases, I'm the only one still alive today."
Chen Fan stared at him.
The black ledger was still hot.
A line of small text popped up at the top.
[The tent marks match perfectly with the live body.]
Identity verification passed.
Bajie gasped.
"It really is alive."
Song Jiuce looked up, his eyes turning blue, and spoke very quickly.
"Stop staring at me. The port master has already moved the second nail. Once the master box is pressed down, all the old cases in District 7 will be taken back. Your newly opened old court will be crushed into a dead warehouse tonight."
"Where's the real roster?" Chen Fan asked directly.
"In the bottom compartment of the mother box."
"What can I use to open it?"
"If you have enough old numbers, you can pry open one layer."
As soon as he said this, the group of people observing the scriptures around them erupted in uproar.
"Old number?"
"We still have the old serial number stamps!"
"I have three of them lying around at home!"
"I'm about to die, what's the point of keeping my old number!"
After the port authority sealed off the port, District 7 was already in chaos. People who had been hiding were now crowding around the old courthouse. Everyone knew that once the port authority really pushed the mother port over, they wouldn't even have a chance to breathe.
Chen Fan looked around and didn't beat around the bush.
"If you want to live, listen to the rules first."
The room fell silent.
Even Song Jiuce was taken aback.
Chen Fan raised his hand and held up the black ring that he had just removed.
"You're all afraid of this stuff. You think you'll die if you touch it. Today I'll show you how."
"The black ring isn't irremovable. It can be removed."
"There are three steps to dismantling."
"First, don't look at the rings, look at the chain. The rings are just the clasp, the chain is the bite."
"Second, don't pull a hard chain; first disconnect the old number and your own rewind cable."
"Third, as soon as the chain is loosened, the number must be handed over immediately; no one is allowed to keep it for themselves."
Someone couldn't help but shout.
"You make it sound so easy, who would dare to try it first?"
"If I make a mistake, my head will explode."
"It's easy for you to teach me just by talking!"
The monkey grinned and slammed the stick into the ground.
"You think your mouth is too soft?"
"Then I, Old Sun, will show you something really tough."
He grabbed a tall, thin man next to him. The man's face turned pale, and his legs trembled.
"I...I...it's not that I don't believe it, it's that I'm afraid..."
Chen Fan glanced at him.
"What's your name?"
"Qi San Shou"
"How many old serial numbers are there?"
Six. They're all hanging around the back of my neck.
"Do you want to live?"
"think."
"Then stand firm."
Chen Fan stepped forward, flipped his fingers, and pressed the black ledger against the back of Qi Sanshou's neck. The pages flashed, and six thin black lines immediately appeared, like six dead snakes, tightly wrapped around an old bronze plaque.
The onlookers held their breath.
Without saying a word, Chen Fan held the thinnest thread between his fingers and gently flicked it.
"This is the lifeline. Cut it first."
Snapped.
The black line broke.
Qi Sanshou shuddered, but the explosion didn't happen.
"The second one, the hanging line. Break it."
Snapped.
It broke again.
A collective gasp filled the air.
Qi Sanshou was dumbfounded, touching his neck as if he couldn't believe he was still alive.
Chen Fan moved even faster.
"The third one is the rewind line. It's the most dangerous. Once it rewinds, the old stock is gone."
He scraped it with the edge of the black ring.
With a ripping sound.
The line was pulled apart like fish intestines, and six old bronze medals fell to the ground with a "clatter".
Qi Sanshou plopped down, stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"It's fallen!"
"It really fell!"
"My neck doesn't hurt anymore! Damn it, it's been pressing down on me for twenty years, and today it's finally gone!"
The crowd erupted in uproar.
Those who were just cowering are now rushing forward.
"I'll do it!"
"Take mine first!"
"I have eight!"
"My mother's old name is also with me!"
Several people who had initially been following the port owner's lead were now getting impatient and were pushing and shoving the most.
A fat man who had previously cursed Chen Fan as a deadbeat was now all smiles and bent over.
"Mr. Chen, I was just being rude. Please forgive my rudeness and dismantle them for me. I have twelve old serial numbers; I'll hand them over once they're all dismantled!"
Pigsy was delighted by what he saw.
"His face changes faster than a pig's ear."
The monkey was even more decisive, kicking the fat man to the back of the line.
"queue."
"Anyone who tries to push again will be put on the list."
Chen Fan didn't dismantle them one by one by himself.
He broke down the method and explained it thoroughly in front of everyone.
Which one to touch first, which one to pull hard, which old one has a reverse bite nail, and which one needs to be illuminated with an old light curtain before proceeding.
After he finished speaking, he directly selected ten people.
Qi Sanshou counts as one.
In addition, there were several veteran deletors identified by Song Jiuce.
"You ten, you'll learn first."
"I've learned it, divide it into ten columns."
"Tonight, we'll only do one thing: expand the old team."
Some people are still not reassured.
"Aren't you afraid we'll learn it and then run away?"
Chen Fan looked at the man and smiled.
"run?"
"The whole of Hong Kong is under lockdown now. Where are you going?"
"Besides, once the black ring is dismantled, the old account must be handed over. If the old account isn't handed over, the chain will retaliate. Anyone who wants to gamble with their life can try."
The man shut up.
For the next half hour, District Seven went completely mad.
Ten long queues formed in front of the old courtyard.
They were dismantling the chains, registering the information, and handing over the numbers all at the same time.
Some people cried, some people laughed.
Some people were dismantling their old phone numbers when they found that they were still pressing their parents' old numbers on their backs. They immediately squatted down and banged their heads, repeatedly saying, "I thought they were long gone."
Some of them were originally porters working for the owner of the port, and their hands were shaking when they handed over the numbers, fearing that Chen Fan would hold them accountable later.
Chen Fan didn't say a word more.
Only one rule remains.
"Hand in your number and join the team."
"If you're not handing over your number, get lost."
This rule is simple, ruthless, and most effective.
Before it even got dark, the number of people in the old team jumped from a few dozen to three hundred.
Three hundred people stood along the outer edge of the old courtyard, their clothes disheveled, yet their imposing presence was palpable.
Everyone had a new white wooden tag hanging from their waist.
The wooden sign has only one character engraved on it.
old.
This is not the old signboard of the port.
This is a new deck that Chen Fan decided on at the last minute.
Once you join the old team, recognize the people first, not the warehouses.
Qi San touched the wooden sign, his eyes reddening.
"Mr. Chen, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm a human being."
Someone nearby chimed in.
"Me too."
"We used to be just a number. Who cared what your name was?"
"At least someone called me by name today."
After hearing this, Pigsy smacked his lips and remained silent.
The monkey gave a cold laugh.
"Don't get too emotional yet. We have to get this number out; there's still a lot to do."
indeed.
With the addition of three hundred people, the old numbers piled up into a small mountain.
Bronze plaques, iron skewers, black bone fragments, old wooden stamps—you name it.
Some still had half a chain attached.
Some of the surfaces are almost worn smooth.
When Song Jiuce saw these things, his eyes lit up, like a starving person seeing food.
"Quickly, summon all the Amitabha Buddha practitioners!"
These are not individual numbers.
"These are fragments from the deleted shipping lanes!"
Chen Fan immediately ordered someone to set up the old courtyard projection and project all the old numbers into it in batches.
This time, the reaction was much fiercer than before.
As soon as the light screen went off, the entire old courtyard began to flash continuously.
Broken black lines were pieced together in mid-air.
It's like someone took a knife and re-carved out an old map of the port that had been buried for many years.
"This is the outer channel of Zone Seven!"
"This route leads to the third hidden warehouse!"
"It's broken here—no, not broken, it was deliberately erased!"
The spectators all rushed forward.
Some were lying on the ground taking notes.
Some people held up broken cards and compared them to the light screen.
An old man who was blind in one eye stared wide-eyed with his other eye until it was bloodshot, and kept muttering to himself.
"It matches up! It matches up! The batch of shipments my grandson lost back then was sent out through this fake shipping route!"
The old Song dynasty records are even more ruthless.
He personally broke off half of the thick black nail from his chest and inserted it into the crack in the light curtain.
As soon as the nail was driven in, the old courtyard suddenly became bright.
The next moment, the original few segments of the deleted route map suddenly had seventeen more fragments.
Three of them lead directly to the bottom compartment of the mother container.
One of them had a line of bloody words appearing next to it.
[The real roster serves as a second layer of ballast.]
Pigsy's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Did you really manage to piece it together?"
Song Jiuce grinned, his mouth full of blood and foam.
"I've been stuck on the overall leaderboard for so many years, and it wasn't for nothing."
"The Hong Kong authorities thought that by locking us up on the list, the old path would be dead."
"He forgot that those who delete cases are best at remembering routes."
The three hundred old-timers around were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments before, they were only thinking about breaking the chains to save their lives.
At that moment, they realized for the first time that those old numbers in their hands were not just broken labels.
That's the road.
It's an account.
This is also proof of the oppression that the Hong Kong authorities have exerted over the years.
Fatty Wang Mancang, who was previously the best at flattery, reacted the fastest this time, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Brother Chen, let's do it!"
"Let's send all three hundred of us to overturn the mother box!"
"Yes! Lift the mother box!"
"Take back the real roster!"
"Doesn't the Hong Kong host like to delete people? This time it's his turn to be on the list!"
Shouts came one after another.
Just as the atmosphere was building, the warning bell at the outermost edge of the old courtyard suddenly went off in a frenzy.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The third tone is deeper than the third tone.
Everyone turned around at once.
The black fog over the distant port is pushing toward District Seven.
This is not ordinary fog.
The fog was filled with layers of square shadows, like countless walls stacked together, slowly grinding forward.
The ground began to shake.
It was light at first.
Soon even the old courtyard pillars began to tremble.
Song Jiuce's face turned pale instantly, and he raised his hand to point into the distance.
"They're here."
"Return to the mother box."
From within the black fog, the first thing to emerge was a giant ship.
The wheels are all numbered.
Each slot was crammed with bluish human hands. Those hands were still twitching, as if the people inside weren't quite dead yet.
Further back is the front compartment of the mother container.
It is square and upright, like a black mountain that was forcibly moved here.
The warehouse walls were covered with countless rewinding seams.
Every opening is drawing in air.
The scattered cards and broken marks on the edge of Zone 7, even the sand and dust on the ground are sliding towards that direction.
Even more frightening was the long pole standing on top of the mother box.
It's not a flag hanging on the pole.
It is an unfolded roster.
The paper was a hundred feet long.
The top page is slowly being turned down.
Pigsy's scalp tingled from watching.
"Is that thing... taking attendance?"
The old records of the Song Dynasty state that the teeth were locked in battle.
"That wasn't a regular roll call."
"Before the master box is sealed, collect the old numbers first, then the old names."
"Once a name is established, a person becomes worthless."
As soon as he finished speaking, a skinny guy on the outermost edge of the old team suddenly grabbed his head and knelt down.
The white wooden plaque on his waist cracked open with a "snap".
Then came the second, and the third.
Chen Fan looked up and saw that the roster on top of the mother box had turned to a new page.
Three words slowly emerged from the very center of that page.
Qi Sanshou.
Chapter 555 Recovering Ships Pressing Down on the City
Qi Sanshou knelt down, and everyone around him panicked.
The white wooden plaque on his waist cracked first, and a black line bulged out from the back of his neck, as if a hook was pulling him up and forcibly dragging him toward the mother box.
"Hold him down!"
Pigsy pounced first.
As soon as the two hands pressed down on Qi Sanshou's shoulders, Qi Sanshou slid forward half a foot, his knees scraping a bloody mark on the ground.
Song Jiuce's face turned pale.
"It wasn't that he wanted to go; the roster was being used to recruit people!"
Chen Fan rushed forward and slammed the black ledger directly onto Qi San's back.
hum.
The ledger pages were flipped through haphazardly.
A line of black text suddenly popped up.
[Old phone numbers that haven't been cleared out will be prioritized for recycling.]
"Recycle my ass."
After Chen Fan finished cursing, he looked up at the mother box.
The register above the mother box has been turned to the second page.
There is more than one name on it.
Behind Qi Sanshou, more than a dozen old names slowly emerged.
The area on the edge of District 7 was immediately thrown into chaos.
"My name is on the list too!"
"Remove the signs quickly! Hurry up and remove them!"
"Don't touch it! You'll die even faster if you tear it down!"
As the crowd erupted in chaos, a deep, resonant bell suddenly rang out from outside.
thump.
The entire port area trembled.
The next instant, the sky turned completely dark.
It's not a cloud.
It is a boat.
A dense array of black boats rose from behind the main tower of the harbor, arranged in three layers, pressing down horizontally. Each boat had a white copper stamp on its prow, engraved with the same character.
Close.
Bajie looked up and saw that his mouth was crooked.
"That bastard's gone mad."
The old Song dynasty records are even more direct, and the pronunciation is completely different.
"Recover the fleet of boats!"
"Those aren't for port patrols, they're for clearance sales!"
On the largest ship at the very front stood the port master's trusted confidant, a man in a grey robe with a long face, carrying a bronze gong in his hand.
Without saying a word, he raised his hand and tapped.
"The Port Authority Order!"
"Riot has broken out in District 7, the roster has been overturned, and the entire district must be cleared within one hour!"
"Anyone holding an old registration number, anyone displaying a white wooden plaque, or anyone temporarily registering a business will be recalled as warehouse stock!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than an explosion erupted around them.
"Are you treating us like merchandise?"
"Fuck you!"
"They're really going to buy the whole area up!"
The gray-robed man sneered, his voice lower and more sarcastic.
"You're all just rotten stuff from the warehouse."
"Giving you a chance to breathe is the kindness of the Hong Kong government."
"Do they still dare to blew up the charts and overturn the verdict?"
"None of those useless accounts in District Seven will survive today."
These words made the old team's eyes turn red.
Chen Fan didn't scold him.
He stared at the hundreds of recovery ships, and his eyes lit up.
"Old records from the Song Dynasty".
"exist."
"Can we seize these boats?"
Song Jiuce was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.
"What did you say?"
Chen Fan pointed to the sky.
"I'm asking you, will these ships lose their access privileges after the seals are removed?"
Song Jiuce opened his mouth, as if he had just realized something, and his breathing became heavy.
"meeting."
"Not only will you lose permissions, but the hull will also turn blank."
"Whoever hangs the district sign first can be temporarily assigned."
Pigsy slapped his thigh.
"OK."
"They come to clear out their inventory, we'll just turn around and take back the boat."
Chen Fan turned to look at Sun Wukong.
"Great Sage, is it worth it to fight tooth and nail over the ship's hull?"
Sun Wukong had already slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder and grinned.
"Worthless."
"Smashing the shell is too much work, but smashing the seal is easier."
After saying that, he suddenly leaped into the air and shouted at the old team.
"Old team, those who can fly, follow me, Old Sun!"
"Those who can't fly, stay below. Whoever falls down will be the first to have the 'Seventh Zone' sign hung up!"
"Remember, don't fight the ship head-on; aim for that white brass plate at the bow!"
When the people on the port side heard this, they were taken aback at first, and then they all laughed.
The man in the gray robe laughed the hardest.
"Using human heads to ram into the recovery ship?"
"You don't deserve it—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Sun Wukong has arrived.
A golden shadow stretched straight out, the club swung half a circle without any fancy moves, and smashed into the bow of the first recovery boat.
boom!
The copper seal burst open on the spot.
The recovery ship lurched violently, and the black patterns on its hull instantly dimmed. Three of the beams of light that had been covering Sector Seven also snapped.
The people below fell silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the entire Seventh District roared.
"It really works!"
"Put it up! Put it up now!"
"Drag it down!"
Three old men grabbed the return-to-warehouse chains and pounced, swinging the chain ends to hook the out-of-control stern of the boat. On the other side, Pigsy swung his nine-toothed rake and slammed it into the ground, driving the other end of the chain into a crevice in the rock.
"Give it to me!"
With a loud bang.
The recovery vessel was forcibly torn in half.
Chen Fan rushed to the side of the boat and pressed the black ledger up.
"Sector Seven, temporary formation, take off!"
The ledger pages lit up.
The entire recovery vessel vibrated with a "hum," and new characters slowly emerged from the side of the vessel.
seven.
The entire audience was stunned for a moment, then erupted in chaos.
"They really brought them in!"
"We have a boat now!"
"Take it again!"
The gray-robed man's expression changed instantly.
"Stop them! Don't let the old ship get close to the bow!"
Dozens of recovery boats in the back row simultaneously lowered, their bellies splitting open and spewing out a row of black hooks.
Those black hooks weren't for killing; they were for hauling cargo. Once hooked, a person would be pulled directly into the ship's hold.
A young boy with an old name was half a step too slow, and the wooden sign on his waist was hooked on the spot, lifting him into the air. He was so frightened that he could only scream.
next second.
A stick swept across.
Click!
The black hook broke in two.
Sun Wukong grabbed the boy by the back of his collar and casually tossed him down.
"Stop crying, go back and put up your sign!"
"Yes, yes!"
The boy scrambled away.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan wasn't idle either.
He didn't rush upwards; he focused on the falling, out-of-control boats. The moment a seal broke on a boat, he immediately led his men to scramble up and attach the area plaque. The older team members became increasingly adept at grabbing the plaques, and their movements grew faster and more efficient.
"The one on the left is empty!"
"I'll do it!"
"Give me the chain!"
"It's up! It's up!"
In just a few dozen breaths, seven more recovery boats had appeared on the ground in District Seven.
The people who had been huddled together waiting to die earlier all rushed out now. Some were responsible for towing the boats, some for sealing the holds, and some simply jumped onto the newly acquired boats and turned to ram the port master's men.
The situation suddenly turned completely different.
It's not about defending the city.
They were fighting and grabbing at the same time.
The port master's group of deacons were initially laughing.
He was laughing for a while, then his face froze.
"Where did these useless accounts get the nerve?"
"Can they build boats?"
"When will District Seven receive Sky Ark?!"
The gray-robed man's eyes twitched.
He watched as the recovery ships fell into his own formation, leaving a striking "seven" mark on the surface. His heart clenched.
"Raise! Raise the entire ship!"
"Pull it back, don't let them reach the signature!"
As soon as the order was given, the boats immediately began to rise.
Pigsy cursed as he watched.
"Damn it, if you can't beat them, you fly high?"
"Old Sun!"
Sun Wukong didn't need him to shout at all.
He stepped onto the newly seized recovery boat, and his whole body shot up again, flipping three times in mid-air, directly rushing into the second layer of the boat formation.
This time he didn't smash them one by one.
He set his sights on the main ship in the middle, which was the rearguard.
The ship with the largest seal on its bow had a string of black bells hanging from it, clearly indicating that it was used for controlling the array.
The man in the gray robe finally panicked.
"Protect the ship!"
A dozen or so boats immediately surrounded them.
Sun Wukong grinned, showing his teeth.
"Can we protect them?"
The golden cudgel suddenly grew longer.
First the left, then the right, and the bows of all three recovery ships exploded simultaneously. Shattered copper fragments rained down. The front of the main ship was suddenly empty.
Sun Wukong pounced on the top of the main ship and stabbed it down with his staff.
Boom!
The entire main ship was dented.
The string of black bells immediately started ringing wildly.
The hundreds of restraining lines below instantly went out of control, entangled their own people instead. The two port stewards were unable to dodge in time, were tightly strangled, and dragged downwards.
The people in District 7 went crazy.
"Two more have come down!"
"Catch!"
"Don't damage the seal, cut off the front part first!"
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed.
"Old number three team, on the right!"
"New ship number seven, follow me and charge!"
Now that he had ships at his disposal, his confidence was completely different. The temporary fleet in the Seventh District grew larger and larger like a snowball. The port lord had deployed hundreds of ships to overwhelm the city, but after only a short time, they had already chipped away at a corner of the front lines.
The man in the gray robe turned pale and began to curse angrily.
"A bunch of slackers!"
"The more you rob, the faster you die!"
"Once the port owner arrives, you won't even be left with ashes!"
Bajie stood at the bow of the new boat, carrying a rake and smiling at him.
"Then don't run away yet."
After saying that, the nine-toothed rake flew out of his hand and hit the boat plank at the feet of the gray-robed man.
The gray-robed man was so frightened that he leaned back and almost tumbled over. Just as he was about to regain his footing, Chen Fan was already approaching on another new boat.
The two boats were no more than three zhang apart.
Chen Fan raised his hand and flicked it.
The chain of the returning barn door was nailed straight to the face of the gray-robed man.
The gray-robed man hurriedly turned his head away, but a bloody gash still appeared on his cheek. When he looked up again, he met Chen Fan's eyes.
"Who did you just call trash?"
The gray-robed man was stubborn and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm talking about you."
"Chen Fan, do you think you can cause trouble just by seizing a few empty boats?"
"Look up there!"
Chen Fan frowned and looked up.
Even he narrowed his eyes at that glance.
Higher up.
At the top of the main tower of the port, a long crack has appeared at some unknown time.
A black mothership, ten times larger than the recovery vessel, is slowly sliding outwards.
That was no ordinary boat.
The sides of the boat were covered with nameplates.
Every sign was glowing.
In the very center, three words were clearly written.
Chen Fan.
At the bow of the mother ship stood a person with a black nail piercing his chest.
It was the same person who had just climbed out of the top rankings and was among the first batch of people to delete cases, the one who had warned him.
But now, there was a lock around the man's neck.
He couldn't lift his head, but he held a thin black book tightly in his hand.
My legs went weak after just one glance at the old Song Dynasty books.
"True Name Register..."
"The host has brought out the real roster!"
The next moment, a deep voice came from the mothership, not loud, but it overwhelmed the entire battlefield.
"Sector Seven".
"Anyone who dares to take another boat will have their real name crossed out."
The words fell.
The black book snapped open to reveal its first page.
Chapter 556 Wukong Steals the First Boat Team
The moment the first page was turned.
The outermost few dozen old people were all frozen in place.
Some people instinctively reached for their waist tags. Others simply stepped back.
The real roster is absurd.
Once a name is given, one's life is shortened.
On the bow of the mother ship, the man with a black nail in his chest carried a black book, his hands trembling violently, but he still managed to turn to the next page.
The port master's voice fell silent.
"Qi San Shou"
"Let's start with you."
Qi Sanshou's face turned pale instantly, and his legs started spinning.
He wasn't afraid of death.
He knew that once a person's real name was registered, they would no longer be considered a person, but a commodity.
Pigsy gritted his teeth.
"Old Chen, we have to stop them."
Chen Fan stared at the black book, his eyes remaining fixed.
"If you can't stop the pamphlets, then seize the boat first."
Song Jiuce was taken aback.
"Steal the ship?"
"Yes." Chen Fan pointed, "See that main chain in the middle of the fleet?"
As Song Jiuce continued reading, his face twitched.
The recovery boats resembled a string of black-boned fish, linked together in a continuous line. A thin black rope was attached to the stern of each boat. These ropes converged towards the center, eventually forming a thick chain that was fastened beneath the mother boat.
That's not an ordinary chain.
That's the main chain for warehousing.
As long as the chain remains intact, the swarm of boats is a unified whole. Anyone who gets too close will be crushed by the entire swarm.
Chen Fan didn't turn his head and spoke directly.
"Brother Monkey, can you break it in one blow?"
Sun Wukong was already standing at the very front.
Upon hearing this, he slung the golden cudgel over his shoulder and grinned.
"You've finally hit the nail on the head."
next moment.
He had already leaped out.
There was no detour.
There was no hiding.
It means facing head-on.
Someone on the mother ship immediately shouted.
"Stop him!"
"Don't let him touch the main chain!"
More than a dozen recovery boats turned around at the same time, raising all the iron forks at their bows and aiming to stab at Wukong's landing point.
Wukong was halfway through
Chapter 557 Yang Jian Reverses the Sealing of the Port
Wukong was in mid-air when his golden cudgel came crashing down.
The blow didn't hit anyone.
Take the main chain in the middle of the mother ship.
"Thump!"
The sound was muffled, like hitting a large bell.
The main chain bends first, then explodes.
The black iron rings broke apart section by section, sparks flew in a line, and the entire group of boats looked as if they had been slapped in the face, with the bows all tilted to one side.
The first three recovery boats went out of control and collided head-on.
The iron fork broke, the boat planks overturned, and several clerks on the boat rolled into a heap.
"It's broken!"
"The main chain has broken!"
"Quickly add the secondary chain, quick!"
The deep voice on the mother ship changed its tone for the first time.
Chen Fan looked up and smirked.
It became.
Wukong's staff didn't just break the chain.
They even managed to seize half of the control over the entire First Fleet.
The dozens of recovery ships that were originally heading towards the seventh district suddenly became suspended in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward. The black light on the bottom of the ships flickered like a herd of mad horses that had been pulled out of their reins.
Pigsy slapped his thigh in disbelief.
"Good, good, that's what you call stealing a ship."
"They were just yelling that they'd run us over, and then they turned around and crashed into themselves."
On the deck of the mothership, a black-robed officer was trembling with anger as he pointed downwards and began to curse.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
"What's the panic if the main chain is broken!"
"The outer fleet is still there. Open the port gates and bring in the zeroth port flotilla!"
His shout brought many people around him back to their senses.
Yes.
第七区不是孤港。
外头还有港门，还有备用舟群。
真要让港门一开，外区增援压进来，刚抢来的这口气立刻就得吐出去。
宋旧册脸色一下白了。
"broken."
「第零回收港的外门一旦开，最少还能进来四支编队。」
「港主宁愿拆半个港，也会先把我们碾平。」
The words had barely left his mouth.
高空忽然亮起一条细线。
It's not golden light.
是冷白色，像刀锋擦过天幕。
那线从母舟后方斜斜切下，直接钩住港区最外层那道圆门。
"Click."
A crisp sound.
整道外门先停了一下。
紧接着，门上密密麻麻的转轮，竟然开始反着走。
原本朝外开的锁舌，一根接一根往里顶。
最后「轰」地一声，全扣死了。
整座第零回收港，像被人从外面一把反锁。
场上一瞬间全静了。
连母舟上的怒骂都卡住了。
八戒张着嘴，半天才挤出一句。
Who is it?
陈凡已经抬头看过去了。
云层边上，站着一人。
三尖两刃刀横在肩头，黑甲沾着旧灰，额间天眼没开，只淡淡往下一扫。
Yang Jian.
他没废话，抬手又甩出一截旧链。
链子不是新的，上面还挂着半块残牌，牌面只剩两个字——监察。
那旧链贴着港门外圈一绕，所有锁口同时发红。
像认出了自己人。
下一刻，整座外门的符纹都亮了起来。
不是开启。
是封禁。
母舟上顿时炸了锅。
「监察官旧链路？」
「这东西不是早废了吗！」
「谁给他留的口子！」
杨戬冷冷道：「你们拿旧规矩压人时，挺顺手。」
「轮到我用一次，就喊废了？」
这话一落，下面的旧号队直接炸开。
「封上了！」
「真封上了！」
「外门打不开了！」
齐三手捂着裂开的木牌，眼睛都红了，冲着母舟那边就吼。
「刚才不是很能吗？」
「调啊！你倒是把外区舟群调进来啊！」
一群旧号跟着骂。
刚才被名册压得喘不过气的人，此刻全把憋着的火吐了出来。
母舟上那几个执令官脸色一个比一个难看。
他们拼命催动令簿，冲着外门连下了十几道开门令。
Useless.
圆门纹丝不动。
反倒是门上的旧监察纹，一道比一道亮，像一巴掌一巴掌抽回去。
陈凡看得心里一松。
这就是杨戬。
平时不爱吭声。
一出手，专挑最硬的地方踩。
不是打翻几艘舟。
是直接掐住港主的喉咙。
你不是靠回收港吃人吗。
那我先把门给你关了。
让你关门打别人？
今天换你自己被关在里头。
母舟深处，那道低沉声音沉了很久，才再次响起。
"Yang Jian".
「你敢动第零港门，是想连监察旧帐一起翻出来？」
杨戬站在高处，连眼皮都没抬。
「你配翻幺。」
「我只是替你们试试。」
「看看这门，是不是只会对下锁。」
一句话，戳得又狠又准。
There was an uproar below.
不少原本替港主办事的人，脸都变了。
他们谁都清楚，第零回收港这些年能横着走，靠的就是门在他们手里。
谁不听话，关门收人。
谁敢反抗，调外区编队碾过去。
如今这把刀被人反过来架在自己脖子上，那股气势一下就塌了。
一个执令官急了，扯着嗓子大喊。
「港主！外区路断了！」
「旧链压了主门权限！」
「现在只能走母箱内压！」
这话一出，八戒先愣了一下，随后咧嘴笑了。
"OK."
「逼急了。」
「他们没兵可借，只能搬棺材砸自己脚。」
陈凡目光一沉。
He could tell.
母箱内压。
这不是好词。
宋旧册脸都青了，声音发乾。
「港主真急了。」
「母箱硬压，是拿整个内区一起镇。」
「舟、簿、人、名，全往下压。」
「压完以后，港还在不在，没人管。」
陈凡问：「会先压哪？」
宋旧册抬手指向高空。
不是母舟。
是那口一直悬在最上方，翻着名册的黑色大箱。
「它会先压真名册。」
「再压人。」
几乎就在他说完的同时，母舟上那本黑簿猛地一震。
被黑钉穿胸的删案人，整个人往下一跪，脖子上的锁咔咔收紧，像要活活勒断他。
他手里的真名册却没掉。
还在死死举着。
像是拼最后一口气，也不肯让它彻底落回港主手里。
母舟深处传来一声冷笑。
「封门又如何。」
「门关了，你们也出不去。」
「既然都在港里，那就一起压。」
The voice just fell.
黑箱下方，九道粗链同时垂落。
每一条都冲着第七区核心砸来。
四周不少旧号脸色瞬间惨白，有人腿一软，差点直接坐下。
刚被杨戬那一手点起来的气，又让这九道链压了回去。
这时，陈凡身后忽然有人喊了一声。
"Found it!"
The sound wasn't loud.
却像针一样扎进所有人的耳朵。
Chen Fan suddenly turned around.
喊话的不是别人，正是观经者。
他一直蹲在那堆旧号拼图旁边，像个不声不响的影子。谁都以为他在拼废纸，连母舟压下来时，他都没挪窝。
此刻他两只手全是黑灰，指尖还在抖，面前摊着几十块旧号碎片。
那些碎片刚才还乱七八糟。
现在却被他硬拼出半张旧图。
图上没有名字。
只有一串很旧的坐标刻痕。
观经者抬起头，眼里全是血丝，嗓子哑得厉害。
「净区坐标。」
「第一段，我拼出来了。」
这一下，连杨戬都低头看了过来。
陈凡一步冲过去，蹲下身。
那半张旧图中央，有一条斜线，线尾钉着一个小点。旁边刻着一行断掉的旧码，只剩前半截。
「乙七，北偏三，白井下……」
That's all.
只差一截。
宋旧册看了一眼，整个人像被雷劈了。
「白井！」
「这是老净区的入标口！」
「难怪他们一直拆旧号拼图，原来真把净区坐标切碎了，藏在旧号里！」
Pigsy's eyes widened.
「净区真有？」
「不是唬人的？」
观经者喘了口气，咬着牙说：「有。」
「而且就在港下面。」
这话一出，场上气氛又变了。
旧号队先前还在怕母箱。
此刻一个个都盯住了那半张图，眼神立刻不一样了。
怕归怕。
可活路摆在眼前时，人就不肯跪了。
母舟上也安静了一瞬。
显然，港主那边也听见了。
下一秒，那道低沉声音里第一次露出压不住的狠意。
「毁了那张图。」
「先杀观经者。」
九道垂链，硬生生改了方向。
不压第七区核心了。
全沖观经者这边砸来。
陈凡眼神一冷，抬手就把那半张旧图抓进怀里，冲着悟空和杨戬暴喝一声。
「图到手了！」
"They're panicking!"
「先把这人护住！」
话音未落，观经者脚下那片地面，忽然裂开一道黑缝。
缝里伸出一只钉满细牌的手，直接抓住了他的脚踝。