Absolute Zone Zero: Please call me the Dragon of Annihilation

Chapter 8: Hongmen Banquet, the Girl's Code Name

Jobs then nodded slightly to the bodyguard, who quickly closed the car door. Following closely behind, keeping a proper distance, he escorted Jobs to the front of the banquet hall, where he presented his invitation to the doorman.

After confirming that everything was correct, the doorman returned the invitation with both hands and said respectfully, "Mr. Jobs, please come in! The people from the society are waiting for you inside." Jobs took the invitation with one hand and put it back in his arms, then hooked his finger to signal the bodyguard to give him a tip.

"Next," the bodyguard said, pulling out a small stack of bills from his pocket and tossing them to the doorman in front of him. The doorman took the bills, put them away, and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jobs!" Jobs smiled faintly and walked into the banquet hall.

The magnificent ballroom was illuminated by lights, and guests arrived one after another in gorgeous gowns and luxurious jewelry. The ladies exuded charming charm in their gorgeous evening gowns, elegant long skirts and sparkling jewelry.

The gentlemen, dressed in suits and ties, exuded a gentlemanly demeanor. The entire scene was filled with nobility and elegance. A dozen waiters shuttled through the crowd, serving drinks to the people coming and going.

Jobs casually picked up the champagne flute handed to him by the waiter, brought it to his lips, and took a sip. He was immediately captivated by the delicate, long-lasting bubbles. These tiny bubbles danced on the tip of his tongue, giving it a light and lively feel.

It's like countless elves dancing in your mouth, instantly awakening every cell of your taste buds. It blends the aroma of multiple fruits, such as apple, lemon, peach, and a hint of grape sweetness, all intertwined together.

It was both refreshing and complex, making one feel as if they were in a garden filled with the fragrance of fruit. "Mr. Jobs, this way please." Just as Jobs was still enjoying the wonderful taste of champagne, a woman slowly approached him.

Jobs looked up and saw the woman, wearing a purple, waist-baring dress, bowing gracefully to him before turning and walking toward the stairs leading to the second floor. Jobs smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal the bodyguard to stay.

Going up to the second floor, the woman led Jobs to a door and stopped. "Mr. Joe, please come in!" The woman lowered her head, slightly raised her right hand, and put her five fingers together. She placed her other hand on her lower abdomen, making a gesture of invitation.

Jobs nodded slightly and said, "You can go down." After receiving the permission, the woman withdrew her hand, bowed slightly to Jobs, and then turned to go downstairs and enter the banquet. After seeing the woman leave, Jobs slowly opened the door and went inside.

"Mr. Jobs, we have been waiting for you for a long time." The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. Beside him sat several men of the same extraordinary demeanor, one of whom Jobs knew.

Seeing the other party here, Jobs was about to turn around and leave. At this time, the man with glasses quickly stood up and came to Jobs' side. He put his hand on Jobs's hand that was opening the door and said soothingly: "Mr. Jobs, we are all friends. Please be patient."

Jobs glanced disdainfully at the bespectacled man's hand, which was pressed against his. He said with a slightly angry tone, "Let go!" Hearing this, the bespectacled man quickly withdrew his hand, not forgetting to give Jobs a wry smile. "Sorry, I forgot you have a mysophobia."

Jobs withdrew his hand unhappily, pulled a towel from his chest pocket, and began to wipe his hands, his expression gloomy and terrifying. After wiping his hands, Jobs looked at the gray-haired old man and got straight to the point: "Tell me, what good things have you prepared for me?"

The old man calmly picked up the box at his feet, opened it carefully, and placed it on the table. He turned the box so that the open side was facing Jobs. At the same time, he said, "This is the latest research result of our Westa Institute."

Jobs walked over to the table and pulled out a brightly colored, irregularly shaped crystal. He held it between his index finger and thumb and examined it closely.

The old man's voice echoed again: "We've named this Crystal T. It will be even more helpful for your experiments." Jobs held the crystal up to the overhead light, and the light cast a faint ethereal glow on it. "We have three boxes of this finished product. I wonder if you're satisfied, Mr. Jobs?" A subtle sneer curled the corners of Jobs's mouth. He grasped the crystal in his hand, a glint of greed in his eyes.

The man with glasses saw Jobs holding the crystal in his hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Jobs, what about your sincerity?" After that, several soldiers walked out from behind him, aiming their guns at Jobs, and the atmosphere became quiet for a while.

Jobs raised his hands with a playful look on his face. "Ding-dong!" The crystal fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Just as several soldiers were about to move forward to restrain Jobs, the lights in the room suddenly went dark.

As everyone was at a loss in the darkness, a fireball smashed through the glass, knocking several soldiers back, and then landed behind Jobs. The smoke and dust kicked up made several people cough uncontrollably, while Jobs, wearing a mask, quietly admired their expressions.

When the flames faded, they finally saw what it was. Seeing their horrified expressions, Jobs proudly spread his hands. His tone was a bit manic: "Let me introduce you to our latest research and development."

Jobs bent down, picked up the crystal from the ground, and played with it in his hands. The girl stood up, wearing a collar around her neck, and stood behind Jobs like a machine, her eyes fixed on the crystal in his hand.

Jobs took off the mask on his face and threw it away, saying proudly: "This is the one I developed that can rival the Void Hunter. One of the two experimental subjects is code-named: [Flame Bird]." After saying that, Jobs walked up to the frightened man with glasses.

Yanque followed Jobs silently, his smooth feet tapping on the floor with a "chi chi!" sound. Jobs bent down and approached the man with glasses with a wicked smile. He whispered, "I wonder if you're satisfied with my sincerity?"

After saying that, Jobs reached out and gently patted the other person's cheek, as if to say, "Brother! You're still too young to play with me." Then, under the gaze of several people, Jobs put the crystal back into the suitcase.

He closed the briefcase, walked over to the old man, and tapped it with his finger. "Happy working with you!" he smiled. Then, as everyone looked on in disbelief, Jobs, carrying the briefcase, walked to the window and jumped out.

The Flame Bird behind him spread its wings, swooped down, and grabbed Jobs's right hand. Everyone stared at the shattered window for a long time, their gazes etched in their consciousness. The two men's departure brought the "banquet" to a close.

Shortly after the two left, several police cars with their lights on pulled up at the entrance to the banquet hall. Several sheriff's officers got out of the cars, pulled out tape, and began to cordon off the entrance.

At this moment, a beautiful and heroic girl in a blue work uniform got out of the police car, holding a pen and a notebook. Next to her was a calm and composed young girl with green hair in twin ponytails.

Loli said, "Zhu Yuan, don't be so anxious all the time. As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Come and have a cup of tea first." After that, Loli took out the teapot from her waist and poured a cup of tea for Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan took the teacup and took a sip, then handed it over to Loli. "Senior Qingyi, I'm going to get busy now. Don't run around here." After saying that, Zhu Yuan crossed the cordon and came to the banquet hall.

Seeing Zhu Yuan already busy, Qingyi, the senior and subordinate, sighed. "Ah! As the ancients said, 'Haste makes waste.' We shouldn't rush into anything."

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