Qing Chen sat in the Kunlun Bookstore in Zheng City, pondering with his eyes closed.
The bookstore had already closed, and the atmosphere inside was particularly heavy.
Several crew mbers opposite him were hushed as if in fear... these people had also learned the news of the plane crash.
A plane worth hundreds of millions, shot down on its first passenger flight, sothing was clearly off about this.
It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy targeting Qing Chen.
In the past, most conspiracy theories were groundless speculation because most things in this world weren’t worth conspiring over.
But Qing Chen was worth it.
A stewardess softly said, "It’s not our fault. We didn’t leak any information to the outside world. Our only form of entertainnt is watching the TV on the plane, catching up on news and variety shows."
Qing Chen opened his eyes and smiled, saying, "I can’t be sure if there’s a problem with any of you, but since this has happened, you all will have to go silent for a while... you’ll hide, you won’t be killed. You’ll just be held sowhere, then one day you’ll be free again. I know it’s unfair to the innocent, but the Hu Corporation will compensate you handsoly and treat you well... Trust , the day you regain your freedom won’t be far off."
The crew mbers froze, was it just like that? They thought they’d be killed!
In fact, Qing Chen really didn’t plan to kill anyone because the mole might just be controlled by a Puppet Master. To kill an entire group just because one mber knew his itinerary? That would be dozens of lives.
Moreover, he kept this puppet to prove sothing, but not now.
Of course, those accompanying personnel would have to be isolated because, for now, there’s no way to know who the mole is among them.
But the question is, who is the enemy?
Qing Yuan.
More precisely, the Zong Cheng behind Qing Yuan.
Facts had proved that they had long had the ability to travel between the Outer and Inner Worlds. The puppet nad Qing Yuan might have even created hundreds of puppets by now.
The enemy is like a virus, replicating over and over, expanding endlessly.
At this mont, Qing Chen suddenly rembered sothing and called Jiang Xue: "Aunt Jiang Xue, help confirm if all the Dayti mbers are reachable."
Soon, Jiang Xue called back: "It’s not good, we can’t reach Xiao Nan."
Qing Chen’s face beca serious.
The Puppet Master had indeed targeted the Dayti mbers?
If they wanted to maximize the puppet’s interests, infiltrating the core of Dayti would be the most effective way.
No, wait...
However, the next mont, Jiang Xue called again: "Found him, Xiao Nan was up all night hacking and is currently asleep."
Qing Chen couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry: "Let him continue to sleep."
After saying that, he stood up and looked at Lu Yuan: "Could you please open the Key of Gate, I need to return to the Alps."
Just then, the flight attendant behind Qing Chen asked, "Wait..."
"Hmm?" Qing Chen turned his head: "If you’re worried..."
The flight attendant asked, "Will we see you again?"
Qing Chen thought for a mont, then smiled and said, "Yes, we will et again if fate allows. Hopefully, by then, the world will be at peace."
He turned and followed Lu Yuan deeper into the bookstore, as the crew mbers watched him leave decisively, as if he was just passing through their lives, never to be seen again.
But they found it quite reasonable; such a person didn’t belong to the mundane world anyway.
Lu Yuan walked into the innermost room, pulled open the bookshelf, revealing a small door behind it.
They walked inside for a full thirty minutes before the underground space opened up spaciously.
Zheng Yuandong was already there, like Lao Shen in the basent of the Caral Bar, now watching over this place... the Key of Gate.
The fact that a demigod personally guarded it, and it was so well hidden, made it nearly impossible for anyone to destroy the Key of Gate here, probably even a missile strike wouldn’t do.
But, Zheng Yuandong was not alone; there were over one hundred and thirty Kunlun staff. Their job was to open and close the gates, while others sat in front of computers, constantly receiving all kinds of information from around the world.
In the large room, there were stairways attached to the walls, dividing the surrounding walls into 12 levels.
And every level’s walls were embedded with countless... doors.
Each door had a label, Tokyo, Osaka, Paris, London, Dubai, New York, Washington, Wuhan, Jingcheng, Haicheng, Guangcheng, Angola...
Each level had 8 doors, and with 12 levels, there were 96 doors.
Boss Zheng was guarding not docunts, but the transportation hub for Kunlun, Parents’ eting, Dayti, and Kyushu!
With such a transportation hub, they could appear almost anywhere and quickly assemble everyone to win every war in the Outer World!
However, everyone going in and out had to be personally cast a secrecy spell by Boss Zheng... truth be told, with a demigod casting the spell, secrets practically went with them to the grave.
At this mont, a Kunlun mber received a ssage, shouting out: "Those responsible for the Cape of Good Hope, open the door to receive soone!"
Soone imdiately ran to the sixth level’s door labeled ’Cape of Good Hope’ and opened it.
Jiu Ran walked out from inside, she descended the stairs, glanced at Qing Chen, and slightly nodded: "Hello, young dean."
Zheng Yuandong looked at her: "All settled?"
"Yes," Jiu Ran nodded: "The issue is resolved."
Qing Chen asked, "What’s going on?"
"A local gang demanded protection fees from the Hu Corporation’s factory," Zheng Yuandong said.
"And then, how was it resolved?" Qing Chen asked.
Jiu Ran: "From now on, they will regularly hand over protection fees to us every month."
Qing Chen was both amused and frustrated. What was this gang thinking? They failed to get the protection money, and ended up being drawn into it themselves.
Such incidents were happening all over the world. After the Hu Corporation’s equity structure changed, the protective umbrella behind it quietly unfolded.
This massive multinational corporation was growing at an astonishing rate.
Jiu Ran left, and Zheng Yuandong looked at Qing Chen, "The attackers were fighter jets controlled by the Kingdom, but we haven’t confird how the information was passed to them."
"Zong Cheng," Qing Chen said, "There’s a hidden threat."
"What do you plan to do?"
"Find out most of his puppets, and then kill them," Qing Chen said solemnly. "That seems to be the only way to completely eliminate him."
Zheng Yuandong said, "He Jinqiu once found so information. There was a Puppet Master on the West Continent before, but before he could rise, he was eliminated by the Drama Master. They seem to be very restrained by the Puppet Master."
"How was he eliminated?"
"It is said that when they looked at the fate fragnts of all the puppets, they saw the sa scene. In that fate fragnt, it was the battle between the Puppet Master and the Drama Master, and all the puppets died in that battle. When more than half of the puppets were killed, the remaining puppets also died. The sudden death of other puppets is the criterion to determine whether the Puppet Master is truly dead."
"Understood, I’ll find a way," Qing Chen nodded.
"What is the plan going forward?" Zheng Yuandong asked. "After Roosevelt Kingdom’s failure to trap the giants, the expedition to the Eastern Continent is certain. They won’t wait for the Taboo Forest to completely cover the West Continent. If the technological foundation is destroyed by the Taboo Forest, they might be no match for the Giant Dynasty... perhaps they are now, but the giants are still reproducing, and the Giant Race will eventually unify that place."
Qing Chen thought for a mont and said, "To defend externally, we must first secure internally. It’s not that I want a civil war, but before the Roosevelt Kingdom reaches the Eastern Continent, we must resolve internal threats. So people can never be allies as long as they live. Once they are organized by the Roosevelt Kingdom, they will beco a bigger problem."
Deer Island, Jindai, Chen Clan, and the Puppet Master hidden among the crowd must be dealt with.
Dealing with them now, at least Roosevelt Kingdom’s reach is temporarily limited. Once Roosevelt arrives on the Eastern Continent, all of these could beco knives pointed at them.
Just then, Qing Chen suddenly felt uncomfortable and started coughing.
Zheng Yuandong’s face slightly tensed, "What’s wrong, are your wounds not healed yet?"
Qing Chen laughed, "Previously, I took a hit from the Silver City Duke, and had my heart and lungs injured by a shell. Possibly so minor injuries remain that even the Death Shroud can’t deal with. The problem shouldn’t be big, let’s go."
Saying this, he followed the staff’s guidance to a door and walked in. The next mont, Alice, who was sitting in the training base’s living room in a daze, jumped in surprise, "How did you suddenly appear?!"
Qing Chen smiled, "Magic."
Alice didn’t delve into it. She curiously asked, "In such a hurry to train?"
"Ti waits for no one."
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Crossing countdown 00:10:00.
Qing Chen sat alone in the room, flipping through the intelligence from Whale Island. Everyone who knew about his itinerary had already been controlled.
Surprisingly, one puppet showed no intention of continuing to hide and frankly confessed his identity.
Lu Yuan sent him a video, where the puppet sat behind an interrogation table, smiling towards the cara, "Qing Chen, I know you definitely didn’t die. Of course, this is just a little gift I am sending you. Ready? The ga begins."
Qing Chen turned off the video. This ti he finally felt the Puppet Master was provoking him.
Since long ago, when the other party suddenly started revealing their identity, it has been declaring their presence and pressure, making Qing Chen feel a sense of crisis.
The opponent wanted him to act against them; this was the only conclusion Qing Chen ca to.
But... what could the opponent gain from this matter?
Qing Chen sent a ssage to Lu Yuan, "Use every ans possible to control him, don’t let him die."
The countdown hits zero.
Cross.
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At this mont, on the edge of the Taboo Forest, an aerial fortress quietly drifted at an altitude of 12,000 ters above the sky.
Here, there was almost no air movent, so everything seed exceptionally stable.
On the aerial fortress were painted several words: Storm.
The retired Storm had crashed in a nuclear explosion, and the real operational Storm finally returned from the sky to the human world, no longer hiding its tracks.
This aerial fortress slowly sailed towards the designated coordinates. The Duke of Storm City had left the Central Royal City at so point, arriving at this fortress and personally overseeing it.
In a dark and spacious room, the floor was already filled with the magic potions needed by the Arbiters.
At this mont, the Duke of Storm City led over a hundred elite Arbiters into this dark room. He handed each a list, "We are already close to 800 kiloters from the Royal Court, the people on the curse list, they must be sowhere under us."
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One more Chapter in the morning, everyone read after waking up
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