Armory shops, basic dical service stations, and even a few bars and casinos with flashing neon lights, blaring music, and hubbub.
As the elevator reached near the top level.
The mont the doors opened, the scene before them made Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan gasp involuntarily.
Luxurious!
The smooth, glossy floor reflected the soft artificial lights, and the air had been filtered multiple tis, carrying a faint scent of freshener.
On either side of the wide streets were ticulously decorated, brightly lit shop windows.
Inside were exquisite Life Ghost equipnt, and even rare fruits and drinks from the real world...
Well-dressed, arrogant n and won strolled amidst.
They were often accompanied by formidable, well-ard bodyguards.
Even various cars wove through the streets...
What is this place, an Abyss base?
Clearly, a corner of Heaven built upon Hell!
The stark disparity in wealth and class was palpable.
Zhang Hong led the five through this luxurious area to a skyscraper that was obviously a landmark building.
They took another high-speed elevator adorned with the Deep Blue Heavy Industries emblem straight to the top.
The elevator doors slid open silently, revealing an extraordinarily spacious, wide-view reception hall.
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows captured the roiling thunderclouds and the steel jungle of Starfire Castle outside.
The interior was opulently decorated, with soft carpets, luxurious furniture, abstract artworks on the walls, and a rich aroma of premium cigars and coffee in the air.
But for the eternally leaden sky and the occasional flash of stark white lightning outside, one might mistake it for a top-tier hotel suite in the real world.
"Mr. Fang! Welco! Welco! At last, we have you here!"
A loud, enthusiastic voice with exaggerated delight rang out.
Following that, a rotund figure in an expensive silk robe, like a bouncing ball, spread his arms wide with a combination of cigar smoke and perfu scent, beaming as he lunged for Fang Qingyu.
Fang Qingyu was montarily enveloped by this unexpected exuberance and the man’s large silhouette.
Almost out of the martial artist’s instinct and the long-cultivated vigilance in the "Abyss," he instinctively lifted his foot...
"Bang!"
A dull thud!
Donald’s rounded body was sent flying backward faster than he ca, crashing into a wide, soft sofa, sinking deep into it, dragging the sofa half a ter backward.
The entire luxurious reception hall instantly fell silent as death.
Wei Banng’s eyes narrowed slightly, while Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan’s mouths dropped wide open, expressions like, "Wow damn!"
Zhang Hong and his entourage acted as if nothing had happened, focusing on their own business.
"Cough... cough cough..."
A few seconds later, Donald struggled to sit up from the sofa, rubbing his ample chest where he was kicked, his face showing not a hint of anger but raising a thumb towards Fang Qingyu instead.
His smile remained dazzling: "Impressive! As expected of Mr. Fang! Even a casual kick carries such force! Admirable! Admirable!"
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan stood behind Fang Qingyu, their mouths twitching wildly.
Inwardly criticizing furiously: "Is this... is this the legendary ultimate sycophant?! Getting kicked and still smilingly praising the kicker?!"
It was only at this mont that Zhang Hong stepped forward, a professional smile on his face.
Calmly introducing to Fang Qingyu: "Mr. Fang, this is Mr. Donald, our person in charge of the Starfire Castle for Deep Blue Heavy Industries."
Fang Qingyu looked at Donald, who showed a look that had no hard feelings, even appeared to feel "honored."
Even with his firm mind, he felt quite speechless.
He nodded slightly, his voice carrying a faint hint of apology: "Sorry, Mr. Donald, it was an instinctive reaction."
"Ah, no worries! No worries at all! You don’t need to apologize!"
Donald imdiately waved his chubby hand, as though being apologized to was terribly unsettling, "My fault, my fault! Too excited! Co, co, Mr. Fang, everyone, please sit down!"
He warmly invited everyone to sit, as if the incident of being kicked away never occurred.
After Fang Qingyu and his group settled on the comfortable leather sofas and the attendants served aromatic hot drinks.
Donald slightly reined in his exaggerated smile.
Leaning forward slightly, he said seriously: "Mr. Fang, how much do you know about the Thunder Source Material situation over here at Starfire Castle now?"
Fang Qingyu lifted the coffee cup before him, took a sip, surprisingly pure in taste.
Putting down the cup, he said calmly: "I know roughly a little."
Wei Banng’s information was tily but limited to that.
The deeper movents, the specific arrangents of all parties, and whether there were hidden masters, these were the key issues.
Donald showed no surprise on his face, seemingly having anticipated the depth of information Fang Qingyu had.
He leaned back, his face bearing a "just as expected" expression, then leaned forward, taking out a thick kraft paper file folder printed with Deep Blue Heavy Industries’ insignia from under the wide wooden coffee table, solemnly pushing it towards Fang Qingyu.
"Mr. Fang, you are indeed facing nurous opponents, like Madn and Ghosts, all formidable adversaries. However..."
Donald’s tone turned extrely serious, even slightly grave, "Relying on our Deep Blue Heavy Industries’ foundation and strength in Starfire Castle, by putting in all our efforts, we can help you hold them back, and even any stray Grandmasters or Divine Chosen that might pop up, securing you the chance to directly face the Source Material."
He paused, his chubby fingers forcefully tapping the file folder: "But, there is only one person, whom we neither dare to stop nor can stop! He is your biggest challenge on this journey! You must personally overco him!"
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