Ti goes back to the fifty-sixth day of Xiaofan's poisoning...
Last night, Xiaofan confird that he had completely removed the White Scorpion's poison.
Last night, Shen Zuimo and Chen i'Er, along with their group, were waiting anxiously at the entertainnt venue...
Early this morning, Shen Zuimo returned to Yanhuang Soul and was about to apply to join the Hidden Assassination Squad. When Shen Junjie wanted to stop him, he found that he was no longer a match for Shen Zuimo.
Early this morning, Xiaofan went alone to the rocks by the seaside, using simple fishing tools to fish.
Looking at the distant sea horizon, it's been nearly two months since arriving on this island, yet not even a shadow of a ship has appeared.
The waiting is so long, the waiting is so anxious.
After confirming that he was no longer in any life-threatening danger, Xiaofan was eager to return.
He wanted to go back and embrace his beloved ones tightly.
Two months is a long ti; they must be worried by now, lacking news of him, how concerned they must be?
Especially Zuimo, that fool, doesn't know if he's up to so extre asures again.
At this mont, Xiaofan finally deeply understood the ancient poet's longing for ho, the kind which inspired a multitude of praised poems throughout history.
Of course, Xiaofan wasn't a literati, unable to write a poem to express the scene and feeling at this ti.
Returning, there's a chance. But how long will it be?
Two months might be bearable, but what if no ship cos for two years, no one discovers them? Even twenty years?
Even if a ship finds him twenty years later, by then he would be over forty. Upon returning ho, everything has changed, would anyone still rember soone nad Ye Xiaofan?
Or maybe they still rember, but when they et again, their hands might be held by another man, or perhaps they're driving their children to school.
Every ti he thinks of this scenario, a bitter smile appears on Xiaofan's face.
They are so beautiful, even twenty years later they will still be as stunning. What a sha, their beauty will no longer bloom just for him.
Logically, Xiaofan should sincerely bless them, but why does his heart feel so uneasy thinking about this? n, truly creatures of strong possessiveness.
Ti flies, and in the blink of an eye, another month has passed.
It's now three months after the Demon Island explosion.
In Kyoto's base in Japan.
You could say with Muto dead, the impact was like water losing its heat; the once bustling base now only has a few subordinates remaining.
Of course, those killed by Xiaofan and others likely exceeded hundreds.
Without a suitable leader, this place is fragnted, everyone leaving, if not for the substantial foundation, this base would already be abandoned.
However, even if not abandoned now, it likely won't last long before collapsing on its own.
After the exposure of the research on Demon Island, Japan faced the sternest condemnation, even though the island had been flattened, the footage Xiaofan captured was undeniable, even if Japan's **** kept denying it, the voices demanding justice kept rising wave after wave. Helplessly, **** had to issue a statent apologizing to the world.
After apologizing? Business as usual?
Isn't the mutant experint still being restarted with help from M Country's backing?
"Mr. Ikeshita, now everyone in the base is leaving or dispersing. Should we apply for manpower support from above?"
After Muto's death, Uncle Zhong held the most power in the base, having once worked closely with Red Butterfly.
However, despite Uncle Zhong achieving a colonel rank by following Muto, he didn't actually hold much power. Because, with Muto dead, that signaled the collapse of a mountain. With the mountain fallen, who cares about the survival here?
Thinking back to the base's glory days, hundreds of people coming and going, throughout Japan, even the Special High Class had to yield sowhat, even being linked to Red Butterfly's lifeline. Even more, possessing control over life and death orders such as the Assassination Order.
Red Butterfly was brought down by Ye Xiaofan, Zhu Fan was dead. Even under the Assassination Order's multiple pursuit, he survived. Originally hoping inviting him to Japan could kill him entirely, who knew he would make all of Japan restless in the end.
The person has disappeared; life or death unknown. If he's still alive, that would truly be Japan's biggest disgrace.
"Ah, early today you were summoned to inform you that from today onwards, the new leader is coming to the base to take office, with the new leader, the base will resu normal operation." Uncle Zhong slowly said to the squad leaders in front of him.
"New leader? Isn't it, Mr. Ikeshita? In terms of seniority and lineage, who else is more suitable to lead the base? Why are they bringing in a new leader?" Having followed Uncle Zhong for a long ti, they know him as strict, reliable, not prone to random anger or killing, thus assuming that if the base operation restarts officially, Uncle Zhong would be the rightful choice.
"Eh, we must follow the decisions from above, regardless of who cos? We just need to follow orders." Ikeshita said calmly.
Ikeshita could be considered a cunning old fox, having remained hidden within XG's Red Butterfly for years, and surviving after Red Butterfly's fall, managed to return to Japan.
Now with Fujita dead, Muto also gone, yet he still lives well, not rely due to luck but his superior intellect. Having road the world for many years, having skills is necessary for surviving today's world.
"But what if the one arriving is like Fujita before?"
"Hmm?"
Fujita? Hearing this na, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but frown deeply, as Fujita, known for being tyrannical and self-serving, was deeply disliked by Uncle Zhong. But he had the family backing, it was destined he beco the general in charge here.
Later, he accidentally died at Lingze's hands, thus Muto appeared and took control of the base. But then, Muto outwardly appeared to manage, while it was Lingze who made the actual decisions, often consulting with Uncle Zhong over various issues.
Now, regardless of who cos, perhaps not as good as Lingze, but at least not as cowardly as Fujita was back then.
"Comparing with Fujita, what does he even count as?"
While Uncle Zhong and his subordinates discussed, a hoarse voice suddenly ca from outside the door.
After this voice, the door was forcibly opened. A man wrapped completely in bandages walked in under everyone's gaze.
"You are?" Uncle Zhong asked with confusion.
"Mr. Ikeshita, this is the new leader, his na is..."
"Uncle Zhong, it's been a long ti."
"Hmm? How do you know my na? Who exactly are you... Hmm? You, you didn't die after all?"
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