Countdown 28:00:00.
The air fleet of the Black Knights responsible for transporting Qing Chen quickly flew into Silver City.
A multitude of floating airships landed on the ground, and the entire airport’s indicator lights shone as brightly as the stars in the Milky Way, encircling and spiraling.
A massive assembly of Silver City soldiers gathered, directing the docking, refueling, and inspection of the ships.
The fleet entered the radius affected by the nuclear explosion, causing various minor issues in all the floating airships.
But all these costs were negligible compared to the person in the confinent elevator.
Lao Er stood inside the airship, personally overseeing the Genetic Warriors transport the elevator until it was loaded into the armored vehicle. Only after the other Black Knights gathered did he breathe a sigh of relief.
The long convoy drove out of the airport, with police cars leading the way and ard helicopters following in the sky, creating a grand spectacle.
At this ti, most of the city’s residents had not yet gone to sleep.
They first watched the fleet return to the city, then saw such a solemn convoy, montarily unsure of what was happening.
Usually, the Twelve Black Knights each indulge in their own pleasures and rarely gather together.
Now, two Black Knights were on a mission outside, yet the remaining ten had all returned.
Residents couldn’t fathom what important matter could mobilize the Black Knights so much.
So saw the armored vehicle protected at the center of the convoy and couldn’t help but speculate: Are they escorting sothing extrely important?
But the thing is, even escorting King Roosevelt would probably receive such treatnt, right?
Of course, this was just a taphor.
Forty minutes later, the convoy entered the Black Knights’ base, where the Silver City Duke had been waiting for so ti.
The Silver City Duke, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, appeared exceptionally mature and steady. At 46, he was one of the few Black Knights to live past 40, having broken into the demigod realm.
According to past experiences, a demigod’s lifespan could extend to around 52 years.
In the Twelve Black Knights, only Lao Shier was just 30, while the others were all nearing the end of their lifespans, forced to continuously consu magic potions as a temporary relief.
The Silver City Duke calmly asked, "How is it?"
Lao Er smiled and said, "Brother, it’s done! I brought the Joker back! On the way, we encountered the Fifth Princess trying to snatch him away. Fortunately, the military base was hit by a nuclear explosion, delaying the Fifth Princess’s progress."
The Silver City Duke furrowed his brows upon hearing this: "The Fifth Princess is a Drama Master, she should have predicted your arrival, so why did she let you succeed?"
This duke sensitively grasped the key point and even began to suspect.
Lao Er pondered, "Maybe because we had more people? Or was it your clever decision at the ti to have us go all in, with our fleet three tis the size of the Fifth Princess’s."
"I still feel uneasy," said the Silver City Duke. "Go, carry the confinent elevator into the underground base, infuse it with anesthesia gas. I want to verify the identity myself... Where is Lao San?"
At this mont, the ailing Lao San descended from the vehicle, weakly saying, "Brother, I’m here."
Lao Er, very astute, whispered, "Brother, do you intend for Lao San to take this body? I disagree. Joker’s body is imnsely valuable, and a single person can’t decide its ownership. Either draw lots or vote by a show of hands."
Qing Chen, within the confinent elevator, found it amusing. How could they already be dividing the spoils?
Perhaps in these people’s eyes, his mories, body, and secrets were already in their pockets, and they were dividing them even before they were secured!
By this ti, Qing Chen had been pounding the elevator for several hours. Along the way, Lao Er and others were just listening to the noise of him pounding it, feeling a bit of tinnitus.
To an outsider, it seed he had grown tired from pounding, but he was actually worried that if he hit too hard, he wouldn’t be able to hear what these people were saying...
Qing Chen appreciated the fact that the confinent elevator wasn’t soundproof.
At this point, the Silver City Duke coldly glanced at Lao Er and said, "A decade ago, Lao San sustained a chronic ailnt battling the Drama Master for the entire Silver City. He deserves this body."
Lao Er frowned, "Brother, you shouldn’t say that. Credit is credit, but Joker’s body and mories are too important. We need to extract usable information and leverage Joker’s identity for acting. Lao San lacks capability, hasn’t made much progress in hundreds of years, and can’t handle such a crucial responsibility."
Lao Er continued in a low voice, "Brother, I know your plan. We have access to Joker’s body, and with Qing’s Family in the Eastern Continent supporting us, you can entirely establish your own kingdom, right?"
At that ti, he would naturally beco the First Duke under the Silver City King, as the Qing’s Financial Group’s principal and as the major contributor to the Silver City Duke’s establishnt of a kingdom.
The Silver City Duke furrowed his brows, thinking Lao Er was too impatient, and shouldn’t have spoken these words in front of all the brothers.
But Lao Er wasn’t wrong; indeed, his ambitions were vast and long-term.
Qing Chen’s significance wasn’t just about the path of the Knights anymore.
It was also about his identity.
According to intelligence, Qing Chen directly commanded the Qing’s Financial Group, Shadow Troop, City 10, Daylight Organization, Parents Association in the Eastern Continent, all of which were powerful assets.
No matter how technologically backward the Eastern Continent was, a Qing’s Family alone equated to a Duke’s power.
If they could inherit all these under the identity and mories of Qing Chen, it would be like adding wings to the Black Knights.
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