SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"Pah! Pah! Pah! You big idiot, you can't say things like that!"

"Alright, you can continue with your work." Although Su Nianhe said this, she was secretly overjoyed.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

A few seconds later, Lin Mu's gentle yet firm voice reached her ear:

"Su Nianhe, in my entire life, I, Lin Mu, will only ever love you."

Su Nianhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't hide the smile on her lips:

"Yes, I know, and so do I."

"Thump, thump, thump—"

A soft knock sounded on the door.

"Go in," Lin Mu said in a deep voice.

"Click—"

The door was gently pushed open.

Qinghe, clutching an envelope, strode to the long table, deliberately avoiding looking at Su Nianhe on the bed, and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Chief, a middle-aged man just came to the first floor and left an envelope saying he must give it to you."

He paused, then added, "He must be an awakened being with some strength; even the guards on the first floor couldn't stop him."

"After reviewing the surveillance footage, I don't think it was done by the people of the kingdom. After all... they just suffered a defeat, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant."

"But this person also knows that you are still alive..."

Lin Mu frowned slightly, his voice calm: "Open it and take a look."

Su Nianhe also opened her eyes curiously and looked at the envelope in Qinghe's hand.

"Yes."

Qinghe tore open the envelope, and a note fell out.

When he saw the handwriting clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around the note.

Lin Mu looked up at him and said with a faint smile, "What? Someone still dares to play pranks on Zhen'e Court?"

Qinghe respectfully placed the note on the long table in front of him, his voice filled with suppressed anger:

"Chief, leave this to me."

Lin Mu picked up the note, and the moment he saw the handwriting on it...

An extreme chill suddenly enveloped him, and his eyes flashed with endless killing intent, making even the air seem to freeze.

He seemed to laugh in anger, a cold smile curving his lips, his face growing increasingly gloomy: "Fine, very well indeed."

"I admire his courage that he dares to threaten the entire Zhen'e Court all by himself."

After saying that, Lin Mu slowly stood up, a faint flame igniting at his fingertips, burning the note to ashes.

"Lin Mu, come back quickly, I'm bored."

Su Nianhe's gentle voice sounded behind him.

Lin Mu turned and smiled at her, the murderous intent in his eyes instantly fading, leaving only tenderness:

"It will happen soon; he's just someone who doesn't know his own limitations."

Upon seeing this, Qinghe immediately retreated, her footsteps as light as a breeze, not daring to disturb Tingshou and Hongwang's private time.

……

On a main road in the Holy Capital.

A black sedan sped like an arrow towards the wasteland outside the southern city.

The sound of tires screeching across the ground was particularly clear on the empty road.

in the driver's seat.

The man in the Zhongshan suit held the steering wheel with one hand, his knuckles tapping lightly on the leather grip, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

He raised his hand, removed the black mask from his face, and casually tossed it toward the passenger seat.

With a crisp sound as the metal mask collided with the seat, the cigarette case popped open with a "snap," and a cigarette was precisely placed in the mouth.

"Click." The lighter ignited and flames shot up, instantly enveloping his face in smoke.

He glanced at the mask beside him and muttered to himself with a hint of impatience, "What a nuisance, having to wear this thing..."

"If we could just kill him directly, why go through all this trouble?"

He sighed softly as soon as he finished speaking, a helpless smile playing on his lips:

"Sigh... I guess I'll just listen to my wife and beat him half to death."

As he spoke, he took another deep drag on his cigarette: "It's not bad to be able to smoke a couple more cigarettes on this trip."

……

Research and development base.

Deep within the most heavily guarded Z area.

The metal door at the end of the corridor slid open slowly after triple identity verification, emitting a dull "humming" sound.

A sprightly old man walked into the control room with heavy steps.

As soon as he stepped into the room, two murky yet sharp eyes focused on him simultaneously.

Dean Ma and Dean Ming were sitting on either side of the long table, their expressions solemn.

"Old Zhu, is this true?"

"The central government... was it really destroyed by the Zhen'e Ting overnight?" Dean Ma spoke first, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Dean Zhu walked to his chair and sat down, glancing at Dean Ma and Dean Ming, his voice still carrying a hint of lingering unease: "It's true."

"When the news came in the early morning, the central command had already become a bloody battlefield."

"How is this possible!"

Dean Ming slammed his hand on the long table, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"Leaving aside the powerful forces behind the scenes at the central level, those five elders alone are far beyond what the current Zhen'e Court can match!"

"You're too emotional."

Dean Zhu looked at him calmly, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips: "Although there are many doubts about this battle."

"But... it's ultimately a good thing that Zhen'eting has regained central power."

Dean Ma shoved the cigarette butt into the ashtray hard; sparks flew up and then went out. He asked in a deep voice:

"So who is in charge of the central government now?"

"It's still unknown; let's wait for the final information to be released."

Dean Zhu chuckled self-deprecatingly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "In this battle, Zhen'e Ting has once again overturned our understanding."

"A candle flickering in the wind? What a ridiculous joke..."

"We have consistently underestimated the Zhen'er Ting. We have no idea how much power they are hiding in the shadows."

The control room fell into dead silence, with only the clock on the wall ticking.

Much later.

Dean Ma's hoarse voice broke the silence: "So be it. Even if Zhen'e Ting wins this battle, they will surely pay a heavy price."

"We then forged two sacred artifacts for them, which can be considered a gesture of goodwill."

He paused for a moment, then added, "After all, both the Zhen'e Court and the central government were eager to beg us before."

"We need to invest a lot of manpower and time in the two sacred artifacts. The sincerity of the research and development base is already more than enough."

Dean Ming frowned, crossed his arms, and said with a hint of disdain, "Why should we curry favor with Zhen'e Court?"

"They've just come through a major battle and need time to recuperate. If anyone's showing goodwill, it's them showing goodwill to us, right?"

"I bet that Zhen'erting will send someone to the base in the next few days."

"At that time, the initiative will be in our hands. The research and development base will never need to actively curry favor with any power!"

Dean Zhu glanced at him sideways, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that once Zhen'e Ting has recovered, the first thing they'll do is come to the research base to demand an explanation?"

"The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen, let alone those of us who hold military power and act arrogantly."

He took a deep breath, his tone resolute: "I've already been a coward too many times."

"I've had enough. If war comes again, I will lead my men to support Zhen'eting immediately."