Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Plotting Out Loud, Flora Sullivan’s Sneak Attack

But Dylan Kane didn’t immediately get carried away.

"These people... are the ones that kid, Ethan Soto, specifically wants taken care of?

And his sister, Megan Soto—what did she promise?"

Dylan Kane asked, his voice deep and hoarse.

"That’s right!" another one of his men chimed in.

"Mr. Soto is spoiled rotten by his sister. He took a hit and just can’t stomach it.

Ms. Megan Soto has put out the word that whoever can teach these newcomers a lesson...

...especially making the man who injured Mr. Soto and that young girl in charge pay the price...

...she’s willing to provide a quota of scarce supplies and even put in a good word with the committee.

And..."

The man lowered his voice. "She also hinted that as long as it’s done cleanly, without leaving any obvious loose ends, she’ll take care of all the consequences."

Dylan Kane’s brow furrowed slightly. "Make a move inside the Base?

You all know the rules!

Especially during a sensitive time like this. The break from the cataclysms just ended, and the higher-ups are cracking down hard.

If something goes wrong, who’s going to take the fall?"

The sharp-jawed man who had spoken first snickered.

He carefully pulled a card from inside his shirt and held it out to Dylan Kane. It had a metallic sheen and intricate patterns along its edges.

"Rest assured! Ms. Soto has already thought of that.

This is a ’Space Transmission Card,’ a rare item from a special dungeon.

When used, it teleports the selected people to a designated area to fight."

Dylan Kane took the card and carefully felt the faint Aura of power contained within, confirming it was the real deal.

The last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished, replaced by ruthlessness and resolve.

He could get the generous reward Megan Soto promised and have a chance to claim that mutant giant deer with its limitless potential—killing two birds with one stone!

The risks were there, but the potential payoff was more than enough to tempt him.

"Alright!"

Dylan Kane put the card away and clenched his fist, his knuckles popping loudly.

"I’ll take the job! Go, get the boys. Tell them to grab their gear. We’re going to pay our new neighbors a little visit.

Remember, we’ll be polite at first. The targets are the deer, the little brat in charge, and the guy who threw the punch.

As for the others... try not to kill them. Leave them for Mr. Soto to blow off some steam."

"Yes, Boss!" his men replied excitedly, their eyes glinting with bloodlust.

However, what Dylan Kane and his men thought was a secret meeting, held in the open and relatively quiet livestock area, was anything but.

With Flora Sullivan’s keen senses as a plant-based supernatural being...

...they might as well have been shouting their plans from the rooftops.

Just as they finalized their plan and were about to quietly disperse to gather their men and gear...

...a strange, paralyzing sensation shot up from their ankles, instantly spreading through their entire bodies!

"Huh?! What’s going on?"

One of the men had just cried out in alarm when he found his body going rigid. He couldn’t take a step, and even turning his neck became incredibly difficult.

"Dammit! It’s a trap!"

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