Chapter 147 The Reaction of the Sunset State's Government

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In fact, the officials of the Sunset Nation had long anticipated that Bronson would seek out Westford. Therefore, they secretly implanted a chip in his brain beforehand.

This chip was cutting-edge technology not yet publicly released by the Lighthouse Nation.

It could upload everything a person saw and heard to a designated server without being detected by any device.

Most importantly, the implantation process was painless and imperceptible—the subject wouldn’t even know it was there.

The Sunset Nation had paid an enormous price to acquire this technology from the Lighthouse Nation.

They were certain Bronson would visit Westford this time, believing their conversation would reveal some secret. Hence, they covertly embedded the chip into his brain.

This matter quickly drew great attention within the Sunset government, and a group of high-ranking officials convened to discuss the video.

“From this footage, it’s clear that this doll is definitely that Nightmare Doll from Huaxia!” someone remarked.

“Moreover, its ability likely induces hallucinations. Bronson was clearly trapped in the doll’s illusion!” another added.

At the same time, everyone present knew that the recently appeared Nightmare Doll cult was surely connected to this doll.

This doll had destroyed one of their churches without any provocation and killed three oracles—most shockingly, it did so in front of a congregation.

All of this pointed to one thing: unlike the meek Holy Bishop, this doll was brazen and flamboyant, forcing them to take it seriously.

“Westford is already dead. This is a direct challenge to the bottom line of our Sunset Nation!” someone slammed the table angrily, seething with rage.

“So, what do you think we should do?” a slightly hoarse voice sounded.

The owner of the voice was a man seated at the head of the conference table. He had not spoken once, only watching the video repeatedly.

Everyone fell silent, understanding that speaking now would mean sealing their own fate.

Sure enough, after putting down his phone, the man began to speak.

His name was Cilia, a high-ranking official of the Sunset Nation and Bronson’s son—the very one who implanted the chip in his father’s brain. His words carried weight and commanded attention.

“From the video, I can tell that this doll noticed our surveillance from the very start, yet it leisurely revealed so much information. What does that tell us?”

“Does it mean he’s stupid?” someone asked with a puzzled expression.

Cilia smiled and looked at the man, then waved his hand dismissively. “You can leave now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several agents in black suits dragged the man away. He would never appear here again.

Once the man was removed, Cilia turned to the others. “Anyone else want to comment?”

A few were about to speak, but witnessing the previous man’s fate, no one dared.

Cilia feigned disappointment but secretly reveled in his own cleverness.

“This shows that the doll doesn’t even consider us a threat. It’s not afraid of us causing trouble.”

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The room was silent—wasn’t that obvious? Who wouldn’t see that?

Setting aside the doll’s marvelous illusion ability, even the outrageous rumors about it in Huaxia proved its strength—it could easily dominate the Sunset Nation.

Though internally scornful, everyone applauded in astonishment.

“As expected of Lord Cilia. Your insight is profound, unlike the rest of us.”

Cilia was pleased with their reaction and smiled before continuing.

“So, it clearly has the power to attack us, yet it hasn’t. My judgment is that it harbors no hostility toward our officials.

If we recklessly strike first, it would be meaningless. I suggest we observe it for a while. What do you think?”

Though his words sounded foolish, surprisingly, everyone heartily agreed.

Everyone was busy and didn’t want to deal with this matter before the doll caused significant trouble.

Moreover, even if this doll became a major threat, they could always summon a deity to handle it. It was that simple.

Such was the nature of the Sunset Nation’s officials.

Cilia had never considered avenging his father. In fact, he was rather grateful to the doll—it would hasten his inheritance of the family legacy.

A mere vendetta over a slain father was far less important than securing his succession.

This was truly a case of misplaced filial piety.

The meeting ended abruptly, as if it never happened, but this was routine.

Meanwhile, inside the haunted house, Feng Tianlin still waited for the officials to come trouble him. The thought excited him, but he knew these hopeless people would never show.

That night, a female reporter arrived at the villa, claiming she came to interview Westford to clear his name.

Even she was surprised by how easily she gained entry.

She concealed a miniature camera on her chest, believing that no matter how deranged Westford was, he wouldn’t kill an unknown nobody like her.

In truth, she was gambling with her life.

Upon entering the castle, Westford did not greet her. Instead, a doll emerged.

The moment she saw the doll, her heart froze, and she immediately wanted to flee. But the doll was already beside her, grabbing her firmly.

“You’re a reporter, right?” the doll’s mouth emitted an eerie sound.

The reporter trembled violently, nodding with difficulty. “Y-Yes.”

“That’s right. Isn’t a reporter’s job to interview and report? Why are you trying to leave?” Feng Tianlin smiled.

“I-I just suddenly remembered I have something to do, and…I want to interview Mr. Westford,” she stammered.

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Her legs gave out. If Feng Tianlin hadn’t held her up, she would have collapsed.

“What business do you have? And the Mr. Westford you mean is probably me,” Feng Tianlin said slowly.

“What… what do you mean?” the reporter was momentarily speechless.

“It’s simple. You want to interview me, which will bring you traffic, and I won’t kill you. That’s it,” Feng Tianlin’s expression turned menacing. “Besides, you don’t have the right to refuse!”

“So you mean I can interview you?” she asked incredulously.

Feng Tianlin nodded calmly. “If I didn’t want you to, you’d already be dead.”

Overwhelmed with excitement, the reporter overcame her fear, straightened up, and asked, “So you are Westford, right?”

Feng Tianlin naturally released her hand and said, “Exactly.”

“Then, did those wealthy people die at your hands?”

“No, they died from their own foolishness. The truly clever ones survive.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“Sorry, I can’t say. But I can tell you—they died by killing each other,” Feng Tianlin smiled malevolently.

“When did you become the doll?”

“No, I didn’t become the doll. I killed Westford.”

“Lord Westford is dead!?” the reporter gasped.

Feng Tianlin said no more and beckoned. Long Mengting dragged in Westford’s corpse.

Blood left a shocking trail on the ground. The body was rotten, but it was unmistakably Westford’s.

Seeing the corpse, the reporter’s heart skipped a beat. The once arrogant Westford was truly dead?

With no other heirs in the Westford family, could it be said that one of the most influential families in the Sunset Nation was gone?

She turned to Feng Tianlin. “What do you want?”

Feng Tianlin stroked his chin, appearing thoughtful. After a moment, he said slowly,

“Perhaps… someone a bit smarter.” (This line was purely for show.)