Ending the life of the last thug, Faen cast his gaze toward Zeri on the side, waved his hand, and asked, "How is it on your end?"
Hearing this, Zeri looked at the center of the venue, which had already been cleared by Faen, and then at the scattered few corpses around herself. Zeri blinked, then pouted and said, "It's... okay."
"Haha, looking at your expression, why does it seem like you lost?"
Faen leaned over.
To this, Zeri wrinkled her nose and said, "I know you are very strong, but who knew you were this strong? I thought I could be of some help, or at least help you deal with some thugs you couldn't spare your hands for. Who knew you took them all out in one breath? My eyes could only catch your afterimages when you moved."
Thinking this, she paused, and then said somewhat despairingly, "I feel like I'm going to be childless my whole life!"
According to what Faen said before, due to the difference in life levels, Zeri hadn't even reached the minimum threshold for pregnancy—in Faen's words, if a normal human were to be pregnant with Faen's child now, let alone nurturing it, it couldn't even be considered parasitism. Because this kind of spirit realm life would also consume mental power while absorbing material nutrients. Although Zeri was strong, it was only relative to ordinary people.
"Your own potential hasn't been fully stimulated yet, take it slowly, no rush."
Although complaining verbally, Zeri's slightly trembling, slender, jade-like legs subconsciously scissored tightly around Faen's waist and hips. Due to the continuous activation of the joy factor, her private parts, wrapped tightly in her combat suit, had long been a muddy mess. With every slight movement, she could feel the wad of uncleared white turbidity inside her making a "squelching" sound at her cleavage. Faen's right hand slipped in along her back, his rough finger pads ruthlessly kneading that pair of sweat-soaked, plump breasts through the thin fabric, his fingertips skillfully teasing that nipple which was as hard as a stone from excitement.
"Ngh... Faen, not here... haah..." Zeri tilted up her flushed little face. Although reason told her there were Enforcers watching from above, that pleasure-greedy little mouth actively caught Faen's earlobe and sucked on it. Faen maliciously manipulated the accumulated moisture within Zeri's body, causing that residual, scalding hot semen to boil, roll, and suction within her sensitive vaginal canal like boiling magma, accurately crushing against every inch of her tender inner walls.
"Ah, ah! So hot... something is drilling inside... Faen, I'm going to break!" Zeri spasmed violently like a female cat in heat. Her lower body uncontrollably sprayed out streams of scalding hot love juices, which dripped down the roots of her thighs and splattered onto the severed limbs of those thugs. Washed over by this ultimate pleasure, her brown pupils instantly dilated into heart shapes, and her petite body almost went completely limp in Faen's embrace. Faen chuckled in a low voice, pressing her small face against his chest to hide her shyness, while his large hand gave a heavy pinch to her waist, forcibly helping her empty out a portion of the overflowing essence.
It wasn't until Zeri's rapid breathing gradually stabilized that Faen slightly reined in that aggressive aura, and with Zeri, whose face still bore the afterglow, walked toward the City of Progress on the other side.
Saying this, Faen also patted Zeri's small head, then walked toward the City of Progress on the other side and said, "Alright, let's also have a good chat with our friends from Topside."
"Oh, oh!"
Hearing this, although she didn't know why Faen was walking toward Topside, Zeri still instinctively chose to trust Faen. After all, regarding the governance of the two cities, Faen was wiser than her and his power was also stronger. Although she was a child who refused to admit defeat, not admitting defeat didn't mean she was rebellious. Born in Zaun, Zeri knew clearly when to be tough and when to be... quiet.
And seeing Faen walking toward them with a gentle smile on his face, Caitlyn almost subconsciously furrowed her brows.
Gulp.
A series of nervous swallowing sounds came from behind her. If it were in the past, Caitlyn would definitely have reprimanded them, because such weakness was unacceptable in Caitlyn's view—as guards of the City of Progress, you can certainly be afraid, but you cannot show it in front of the enemy.
But now, Caitlyn could completely understand why the Enforcers felt nervous and afraid. Not to mention them, even Caitlyn herself felt a chill in the bottom of her heart.
Although seemingly gentle, every slow step Faen took seemed to tread on their hearts, and an unspoken fear climbed into people's souls almost instantly.
"Do not fear, I have always been a pacifist."
Sensing the panic in everyone's hearts, Faen opened his hands to show his harmlessness: "If it weren't for those guys, I would probably just be enjoying Miss Seraphine's concert offstage right now, and then visiting some friends in Piltover in a more gentle and polite manner after the concert ended."
Saying this, Faen also said somewhat helplessly: "But these Chem-Barons are always like this. Just because I demanded they improve some workers' treatment, they got furiously angry, forcing me to sacrifice my precious leisure time to handle matters."
Hearing Faen's words, Caitlyn fell into a brief silence. After a moment, Caitlyn also waved her hand backward signaling them to relax, then said: "Although I have heard of your excellency, it seems now that Piltover's understanding of the 'Azure Demon' is truly limited. But no matter what, Piltover welcomes anyone harboring goodwill to enter here."
"Yes. I like Piltover very much." Hearing Caitlyn's words, Faen nodded and said: "I highly agree with Professor Heimerdinger's concept of changing people's lives through technology. Whether it's Hextech airships or anything else, they greatly increase communication between people, allowing people of city-states scattered in every corner of the world to be connected in a more convenient way."
"But it is precisely because of this that the fragmentation between Zaun and Piltover makes it increasingly unbearable for me."
Hearing Faen's words, a hint of surprise was revealed in Caitlyn's eyes.
Regarding the Azure Demon, Piltover naturally had some understanding—the vast majority of Chem-Barons were originally the black gloves of Piltover's trade families. Like Hextech crystal factories, those raw Hextech stones mined from the Shuriman continent often contained a large number of impurities and toxic waste. If this were produced in Piltover, it would definitely be attacked collectively by other trade families.
Unless House Ferros was willing to yield profits to share with other families, and then use a large extra sum of income for environmental governance and harmless disposal. But placing it in Zaun was no problem. Whether it was the severe pollution produced during refinement or the terrifying noise enough to deafen people, the Chem-Barons didn't have to care. If anyone organized, they would directly hire a bunch of chem-thugs to visit their whole family. And all House Ferros had to do was provide some conveniences in smuggling, trade, Hextech weapons, etc.
This was just a microcosm of the relationship between Piltover and Zaun.
And the Azure Demon affected the businesses of many Chem-Barons, naturally attracting some attention from Piltover's dignitaries. After all, if there was a pawn to threaten the Chem-Barons, they could further drive down the remuneration paid to the Chem-Barons.
As for the -isms and flyers the Azure Demon propagated... it didn't matter!
They understood—it's business, nothing to be ashamed of!
But now... looking at the peacefulness in Faen's gaze, and then looking at the venue that had already been cleared by Faen, where even the bloodstains had been washed clean under Faen's water-controlling magic, Caitlyn keenly realized that this matter was probably not as simple as the councilors of the trade families thought.
Thinking this in her heart, Caitlyn decided to observe further. She then said: "Then please abide by Piltover's laws, your excellency. At the same time, to ensure your personal safety and prevent unnecessary people from conflicting with you, please allow me to follow by your side."
"No problem, I can understand."
Faen nodded.
Seeing that Faen didn't seem to mind, Caitlyn also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then said: "May I ask if you want to visit Miss Seraphine?"
"No, I want to visit a friend who came to attend the concert this time."
Faen cast his gaze toward a private box not far away and said—"Viktor."
Hearing Faen's words, a flash of surprise passed through Caitlyn's eyes. After pondering for a moment, she nodded and said: "I need to confirm Mr. Viktor's thoughts... but before this, may I ask if you have any words to convey? I can pass them on."
"Tell him changing Zaun cannot be started from the upper level." Faen said calmly.
Hearing this, Caitlyn's eyes trembled slightly, but she quickly returned to calmness and continued to say with a normal expression: "Okay, I will pass it on."
Through Faen's sentence, Caitlyn vaguely detected something. But people cannot imagine things beyond their cognition—just like the movie The Terminator thirty years ago; Skynet's sixty trillion floating-point operations per second was simply appalling in that era. As a result, thirty years later, it's not even as good as an RTX 4090...
Skynet: If only I had ten 4090s!
Precisely because of this, restricted by her own cognition, although Caitlyn produced slight hesitation, she didn't take it too much to heart. Let alone Caitlyn, even if replaced by Caitlyn's mother, or representatives of other trade families, they would at most consider it as changing a way to cooperate with Topside...
Thinking this, Caitlyn also walked toward the private box.
And located inside the private box, looking at everything happening below, having witnessed countless killings with his own eyes, Jayce, who hadn't even killed a chicken up to now, was almost about to throw up his bile.
After feeling a bit better physically, Jayce also put away the vomit bag, then with a pale face, he turned to Viktor on the side and said:
"You saw it? The scene just now? That was actually real? I even thought my eyes had some hallucination! Damn it, even I didn't know Hextech technology could produce such massive destructive power! Damn it, I must have seen it wrong, how could there be so many people in less than half an hour... blegh!"
Before he could finish, recalling the images just now, Jayce bent down and vomited repeatedly again.
While Jayce was speaking, although Viktor on the side was equally pale-faced, fortunately, besides a few cups of hot tea, Viktor hadn't eaten before coming. So he didn't vomit like Jayce did.
But judging from his trembling and haggard eyes, it could still be seen that the current Viktor was equally deeply shocked. However, because he was born in Zaun, although deeply shocked, Viktor's overall condition was still quite good. And after hearing Jayce's words, Viktor nodded in deep agreement. His already pale face was full of surprise and shock, but he still said after a brief moment of thought:
"I think that shouldn't be just the power of Hextech technology."
As the co-developer who developed a brand new way to utilize Hextech crystals with Jayce, Viktor knew very well what kind of power Hextech technology exactly possessed, and what constraints it was subjected to. To outsiders, current Hextech technology was close to perfect. But in fact, developers like Viktor and Jayce knew quite clearly that Hextech technology still had many flaws; they had only made new breakthroughs on the original usage methods.
Caitlyn also walked in from outside the door and said: "That guy named Faen... or rather the Azure Demon, wants to meet Viktor."
Jayce's background was quite mediocre; in Piltover, it was just a tiny family selling hardware parts. And House Kiramman had been investing long before Jayce made his fortune, and even Caitlyn grew up watching Jayce, so their relationship was quite close. Therefore, Caitlyn didn't deliberately maintain the cold tone of an Enforcer's identity, and walked in very relaxedly.
Because of his relationship with Jayce, Viktor was also quite familiar with Caitlyn. Now hearing Caitlyn's words, Viktor instinctively exchanged glances with Jayce, then said somewhat suspiciously: "He wants to see me? Why? Is there some purpose?"
"Tell him directly that Viktor has already left!" Compared to Viktor's suspicion, Jayce was much more nervous; after all, the killing just now was presented right before his eyes. Growing up in a privileged and peaceful place like Piltover since childhood, although Jayce wouldn't say he soaked in a honey pot, he equally wore natural tinted glasses toward Zaun's thugs.
"No, Caitlyn, you have to stop him! Absolutely cannot let this thug, this homicidal maniac enter Piltover! Heavens, there must have been over a thousand people just now, right? All gone in less than half an hour! If this happened in Piltover, happened at Piltover University, I simply cannot imagine how terrifying that scene would be!"
Hearing this, before Caitlyn could say anything, Viktor couldn't help pursing his lips—as a working partner, Viktor knew quite clearly that Jayce harbored natural contempt and vigilance toward Zaun. This wasn't Jayce's fault, because the vast majority of Piltovians were like this. And on this basis, Jayce at least valued knowledge more, and truly regarded Viktor as his good brother, good partner, and the only healthy competitor who could be mentioned in the same breath as him in terms of intelligence, encouraging and supervising each other.
But being born in Zaun... well, Viktor knew Jayce was right. But he just didn't want people to talk about his hometown like this—that living hell that raised him.
And taking a glance at Jayce, Caitlyn shrugged loosely: "This depends on Viktor's intention."
Saying this, Caitlyn also cast her gaze at Viktor and said: "He asked me to tell you, changing Zaun cannot be started from the upper level."
Hearing this, before Viktor spoke, Jayce on the side instead said somewhat hesitantly after a moment of silence: "Changing Zaun? What is he talking about? Could it be that if he can't start from the so-called upper level, he's going to change it like this?"
Pointing at the venue below, Jayce said with a somewhat difficult expression: "Just... just by killing people?"
Caitlyn continued to shrug without speaking, just casting her gaze at Viktor.
And after a long silence, Viktor took a deep breath, and amidst Jayce's puzzled gaze on the side, he said: "Please let him come up."
Having received the answer, Caitlyn didn't speak, turned around, and left directly. And remaining in the private box, Jayce looked at Viktor with a face full of incomprehension and said:
"Viktor, you really want to see him? That is a demon who kills without blinking an eye! And... and even if it's for cooperation, you can't meet him personally! I don't think a homicidal maniac can achieve the so-called changing Zaun, killing all Zaunites is more like it! If he goes on a killing spree, the two of us won't be able to stop him!"