On the way here, I heard the Professor talk about so of the Chairman’s feats, but it always seed like a fantasy tale, sowhat exaggerated.
The Professor chuckled lightly upon hearing this:
"Age doesn’t matter, what’s important is strength."
He paused, and his tone involuntarily carried a hint of admiration:
"Since he can lead us to create great achievents together, the Chairman’s strength is beyond doubt. Since he ca on the scene, he can be said to have never been defeated, defeating entire buildings with his bare hands."
"Even power users of S-Class have fallen at his hands, dying with regret. His power has already surpassed the realm of ordinary human understanding."
"That pure sense of oppression is not just in terms of physical strength but also a ntal domination."
After speaking, the Professor glanced at Old Chen, adding aningfully:
"Anyway, you’ll naturally understand when you et him later."
"So young, and already so powerful..."
Xiao Ya listened intently, blinking her big eyes with curiosity:
"Uncle Ye, when I et him later, should I call him brother or Chairman?"
The Professor looked at his old friend’s daughter, his gaze softening, and explained with a smile:
"Your father and the Chairman’s father were colleagues years ago; the two families are quite deeply connected. To put it simply, you can be considered family friends."
"In formal occasions in the future, call him Chairman. In private, you can call him brother."
"Oh, I got it."
Xiao Ya nodded obediently.
Just then, there was a faint exhale from the shadows in the last row.
A pale-faced man sat there, holding a long black violin case in his arms.
He hadn’t spoken until now, and lifted his head to reveal eyes as sharp as a hawk’s.
Even in the dim vehicle, his pupils emitted a haunting light.
"This operation is just in ti to see if our Chairman is all talk."
The man stroked the rough texture of the box surface, his fingertips gliding over the latch, his voice cold and hard:
"Professor, you’re a veteran in the mutant circle. We respect you, which is why we ca here with you. But now we’re expected to play second fiddle to a young man we’ve never t, and entrust our lives to him in the future..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping like a blade over the people in the vehicle, finally resting on the Professor:
"Even if he’s an S-Class strongman acclaid to the heavens, we need to see with our own eyes what he’s truly capable of before we can feel assured."
As these words were spoken, the air in the vehicle thickened.
Fatty Hu stopped bouncing his leg, and the baseball cap guy who was spinning a knife in his hand paused in his actions.
Obviously, this was a question on everyone’s mind.
For this group of mutants with special abilities, the law of the strong is engraved in their very bones.
Whoever’s fist is biggest gets to give orders.
The Professor looked through the rearview mirror at the man with a challenging tone, not angry, but rather with a notably profound smile.
"Eagle Eye, your ability is indeed quite impressive. Your gun skill in the industry is top-notch, truly exceptional."
He spoke calmly, gazing out the window at the neon-lit night sky:
"But there are heights that your current vision cannot yet reach."
"When you et the Chairman later, hopefully you’ll rein in that arrogance. Otherwise..."
Before he could finish, a sudden, rapid phone ringing interrupted the tense atmosphere within the vehicle.
The Professor’s eyes narrowed as he imdiately grabbed the phone on the console, pressing the answer key:
"Chairman, we’ve arrived at the location you ntioned."
No excess pleasantries ca from the other side of the phone, only a calm and brief voice:
"I’ll be right there."
"Yes."
Hanging up the phone, the Professor looked back at everyone, solemnly reminding:
"Get ready, the operation is about to start."
Everyone waiting in the vehicle was invigorated, their previously lax expressions tightened sowhat.
Is it finally happening?
Outside the vehicle windows, the late-night business street remained brightly lit and bustling.
The honking of horns and the chatter of pedestrians blended into a lively urban night lody.
Faintly, an advertising tagline from an LED screen floated by:
"Violet, encounter your fatal allure..."
In the midst of this bustling background noise, Old Chen who had been listening intently suddenly sat up straight.
His face changed slightly, eyes firmly lock onto the alley’s direction, whispering:
"He’s here!"
Just after his words fell for a few seconds, a black Land Rover Range Rover slid out of the shadows at the street corner like a ghost in the night.
It didn’t make a screeching brake sound, but by relying on steady inertia, parked precisely in front of the van.
Clunk.
The car door was pushed open.
A foot clad in dark sneakers stepped onto the ground first.
Soon after, a figure in a black hooded sweatshirt got out.
Inside the vehicle, five pairs of eyes instantly focused intently.
Eagle Eye squinted, his pupils slightly contracting, trying to size up the newcor.
Fatty Hu pressed his face against the car window, unable to resist mumbling:
"Doesn’t seem that tough, more like a freshly graduated pretty boy..."
Sitting beside him, Old Chen’s ears twitched, gasping in a low voice:
"Such strong heartbeat... like a drum, and extrely steady."
A few ters away.
The man pulled up his hood, hands in his pockets, and walked slowly towards the van.
He walked very slowly, as if just another ordinary passerby, and even his footsteps were overshadowed by the surrounding noise.
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