After a long ti, Ye Hao said helplessly: "I'm hungry..."
Lin Ruyu realized she had been chatting with Fang Ni for a long ti, and could only helplessly say to Fang Ni: "Sister Ni, the lazybones needs so congee; we'll chat later."
"Alright! Let him eat more," Fang Ni replied with a satisfied smile.
"Okay! Got it," Lin Ruyu said, smiling as she hung up the phone, and then scooped congee to feed Ye Hao.
Ye Hao ate each bite sweetly, not even spitting out the bones, savoring them with delight.
...
After leaving Huaxia, Qin Kong reached a mysterious place, a location rarely visited, with drifting snow and rain, colder than minus ten degrees.
But for soone like him, an Innate expert, it wasn't too cold; wearing just an overcoat, he could walk casually in the snow.
Qin Army, anwhile, arrived on an uninhabited island in the South Sea, then took a diving yacht from the deserted island into the deep sea.
Qin Army felt sowhat unwilling; though he had transferred so people and information before anything happened, Peng City, which he had managed for many years, failed just like that. Even anyone would struggle to accept such an outco.
"The elite network, I'll extinguish you sooner or later. A small force dares to oppose God repeatedly, and my own son—you disappoint too much, working for the elite network without ambition," Qin Army humd aboard the submarine.
anwhile, in a villa in Peng City, this villa wasn't very upscale, yet extrely tidy and neat, clearly inhabited by soone who likes cleanliness.
The villa looked like it had been completed only two or three years ago at most. The living room featured nurous docunts, tracing back twenty years.
The villa's courtyard gate seed to not have been opened in a long ti, showing signs of rust.
The villa's windows and doors were sealed tight, making it seem like the owner went abroad with no one living there.
But at this mont, inside the villa stood a middle-aged man wearing a silver mask, his hands folded behind his back, eyes slightly squinting beneath the mask.
In front of him was a desk, on which sat only a phone—a wireless one. But if soone were to dismantle it, they'd see how intricate its internal structure was.
No one knew how the middle-aged man entered the villa, but he was alive, standing so fixedly, he seed almost invisible...
After a long while, the phone in front of him rang shrilly.
The middle-aged man pondered a mont before answering the phone.
"Hello!"
"Little Shadow, you're increasingly disappointing ." A feeble old voice ca from the other end, carrying a hint of fatigue.
The middle-aged man with the silver mask nodded upon hearing this: "Dad, couldn't live up to it, sorry for letting you down."
"Forget it; what's done is done. Before he finds out, I hope you resolve matters in Huaxia quickly, otherwise, even I can't protect you," said the voice from the other end.
"I understand, Dad," the middle-aged man in the silver mask nodded.
"How's your daughter? And grandson?" Only when ntioning his daughter and grandson did the voice from the other end seem slightly spirited; otherwise, it was mostly weary.
"Yun'Er's fine, the boy too, don't worry, Dad," smiled the middle-aged man with the silver mask.
"Good! As long as they're okay, I don't have ti to co back; take good care of them."
"Got it, Dad; take care of yourself," said the middle-aged man with the silver mask.
"Hmm!"
The conversation between the two was without emotional fluctuation; only when the old man on the phone ntioned the daughter and grandson did there seem so emotional wave.
The middle-aged man maintained a smile throughout.
After hanging up, the middle-aged man with the silver mask pressed the end-call button and then dialed another number.
The phone was answered imdiately, with a voice hastily calling: "Prince."
The voice carried a trace of urgency and anxiety, clearly pressured by the middle-aged man's presence.
"How many years have you been with ?" The middle-aged man didn't delve straight into the topic but asked how long the person on the other end had been with him.
"Almost ten years..."
"Hehe, it's ti to replace you; your fake General position has reached its end. Ti for the real General to take over," the middle-aged man with the silver mask said, smiling.
The person on the other end of the phone was the fake General who had always wanted to capture Lin Tian, or kill Ye Hao, but things kept defying him. Each ti he tried to kill Ye Hao, Ye Hao turned the tables; every ti he thought he had a sure victory, Ye Hao's clever moves slightly outdid him.
Just like so days ago, he thought sending out Cao Yi, Sun i, and Qin Qing, three Innate experts, along with five Twelve-segnt masters, would solve Ye Hao and also take Lin Tian.
But things always exceeded his expectations; even Sun i and Qin Qing recently joined the elite network—news he had only just learned.
He didn't know where things had gone wrong, but he sensed the Prince might be serious this ti—it wasn't a re warning for failing.
"Prince, I'm sorry, things keep going wrong here. Please give another chance; I will definitely manage Huaxia well without further issues..."
"Is it useful? No. Enough talking, pass the phone to Qin Army," the middle-aged man with the silver mask said coldly, not threatening the fake General.
The fake General remained silent upon seeing the Prince's determination; he knew silence was his only option short of death. Even though the Prince typically treated him kindly, once the Prince got angry, not even a dozen real Generals with actual power dared retort.
Qin Army indeed arrived at the fake General's island; he didn't decide to co here, it was God high command's decision—exactly who decided, he didn't know.
Qin Army picked up the phone, respectfully saying, "Prince."
"Qin Army, you've been managing in Huaxia Peng City for a while now; your contributions have been significant," praised the Prince with the silver mask.
"All thanks to your teachings, Prince," Qin Army responded flatteringly.
"Hehe, don't play tricks with . I'll be direct—manage Huaxia well from now on, or die!" the Prince said coldly.
"Rest assured, Prince, I will definitely manage it well." Qin Army feared the Prince's sudden change so much that his face turned sowhat pale.
"Words are useless; how many tis has that waste beside you talked, yet ultimately it fails? I expect you to show through actions," the Prince said before hanging up the phone.
Listening to the dial tone from the Prince hanging up, Qin Army looked at the recently dismissed fake General.
After a long ti, Qin Army said, "Please report the specifics of the Huaxia region information." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)
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