SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"alright."

Dean Ma waved his hand, his tone tinged with helplessness, "They're all quick-tempered, so be it."

"If Zhen'e Ting sends someone within three days, we'll go along with it and do them a favor."

"If they don't send anyone within three days, we will take the initiative to extend a friendly gesture."

"What do you two old buddies think?"

"I have no objection."

Dean Ming picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said with a determined look in his eyes, "I firmly believe that Zhen'erting will send someone. Now is the time when they need the research and development base."

He put down his teacup, his tone brimming with confidence in the situation, "Zhen'e Ting will definitely send someone!"

Dean Zhu sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Heh... Zhen'e Court is full of tough guys from top to bottom. I don't believe they'll come begging to us."

"If they really do send people, I'll just be grateful if they don't smash up the gates of the research and development base."

"With the three of us old folks still around, Ning Mo wouldn't dare to lay a hand on the research and development base."

Dean Ming chuckled, a hint of confidence in his own strength flashing in his eyes, as if he had already taken everything under control.

……

Jiangcheng.

Inside the Dust-Free Tavern.

The sizzling sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen.

Gu Cang picked up the two steaming plates of stir-fried dishes and slowly walked upstairs.

The footsteps on the stairs were very light, yet exceptionally clear in the quiet tavern.

Inside the room on the second floor.

San Shi and Xiao Man lay weakly on two beds, their bodies wrapped in several bandages.

The door was gently pushed open, and the two looked up at the same time, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Gu Cang smiled at the two of them, placed the dishes on the bedside table, and spoke with a hint of concern:

"Can you get up and eat? If not, I can..."

"Brother Gu, we can do it!"

San Shi interrupted with a laugh, trying to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Our injuries aren't as serious as you think."

Xiaoman pursed her lips upon hearing this, her eyes darting around, and deliberately dragged out her words, "Shut up! Didn't you see Brother Gu was about to feed us?"

"When has this kind of special treatment ever been seen?"

San Shi scratched his head, grinned sheepishly at Gu Cang, and said, "Brother Gu, I suddenly realized... my injuries are still quite serious, I can't get up at all..."

"It's so fake, it's too late to pretend now!" Xiaoman muttered, but couldn't help but smile.

Gu Cang's lips twitched, but seeing the state of the two after they woke up, he was completely relieved.

He walked to the leather chair between the two of them and sat down, pushing the plate of food to the bedside. He chuckled and said, "Alright, you two can just lie there and relax today. I'll feed you bite by bite, how about that?"

"Yay! Long live Brother Gu!"

As soon as the cheers for Xiaoman subsided, he suddenly coughed lightly, his face a little pale, but he still smiled and said...

"Hehe, I was a little excited just now, and I felt like one of my wounds had opened up again."

San Shi: ".........."

Gu Cang: ".……….."

While Gu Cang was feeding the two of them, the image of that short pink-haired beauty involuntarily flashed through his mind.

He suddenly frowned, shook his head vigorously, and tried to erase the figure from his mind:

Why did I suddenly think of her?

……

8:00 in the evening.

Holy Capital.

On the wasteland outside the South District.

A figure dressed in a Zhongshan suit and wearing a black mask stood quietly in the center of the wasteland.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, the embers flickering in the night, and muttered to himself amidst the swirling smoke, "At this hour, they can't be too afraid to come, can they?"

"Or is it that the person wasn't even here, and I came all this way for nothing?"

He sighed softly, a cigarette butt between his fingers, his tone tinged with helplessness: "What a hassle, my wife is getting kinder and kinder... But, it's a good thing."

"Fine, let's wait another 30 minutes."

"If he doesn't come soon, I'll just go straight to Zhen'eting and beat Bai Jue up. He's wasting my time sleeping with my wife."

He flicked the cigarette butt, and sparks flew through the air before landing on the ground.

Just then, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

The roar of an engine echoed across the wilderness.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery:

"White Reaper, huh? Tonight... I'll show you what a true Reaper is all about."

The end of the dirt road outside the wasteland.

A black Zhen'erting limousine came to a smooth stop.

The moment the engine was turned off, the car door was pushed open with a "whoosh".

A figure dressed in black and wearing a white mask stepped out, a silver-white hilt already appearing in his palm.

In the darkness of night, he transformed into a blur, speeding towards the center of the wasteland.

Between several takeoffs and landings.

Lin Mu suddenly stopped and looked up at the figure in front of him.

An extreme icy domain erupted from his body!

The wasteland within a radius of 100 meters was instantly frozen, with crisscrossing ice ridges forming on the ground, and even the air seemed to freeze.

His voice was icy: "I'll give you a quick death. Tell me, what faction do you come from?"

Lin Ye curled his lips in disdain, calmly lit a cigarette, and exhaled a deep voice with the smoke:

"Kid, I'll give you a choice."

"An arm, or a leg?"

He paused, the embers of his cigarette glowing faintly. "Don't worry, I'm just going to beat you up, I don't intend to kill you..."

"boom--!"

Before he could finish speaking, a solidified ice domain suddenly swept over!

The cigarette in Lin Ye's hand went out instantly, and his entire body was encased in ice, turning him into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

Lin Mu's eyes gleamed with an icy blue light, his tone tinged with disdain:

"I thought it was a big fish, but this is all?"

He slowly raised his hand, his voice cold: "Die."

But the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"boom--"

An overwhelming aura of terror erupted from Lin Ye's body, causing the ice covering him to shatter with a "crack," scattering fragments everywhere.

This aura was only 20% of his power, yet it distorted the surrounding air.

Lin Ye looked at the extinguished cigarette in his hand, his face grim: "You wasted one of my cigarettes, and now you're going to lose an arm."

"Ice-type is very strong, but it's still too weak against you."

Eighth Rank!

Lin Mu's heart sank suddenly, and his heart was filled with turmoil!

He never imagined that, besides the National Guardian Envoy, there were other hidden eighth-tier experts in the world!

He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming resolute, and the invisible blade in his hand burst forth with a transparent sharpness.

He slammed his right foot into the ground, causing cracks to appear: "So what if you're an eighth-tier cultivator!"

"boom--"

The realms of ice and fire erupted simultaneously within his body!

The entire wasteland was instantly split in two.

Half of it was a frozen prison, and the other half was a raging sea of ​​fire, with several towering flames illuminating the night as if it were daytime!

next second.

The ice dragon formed from condensed ice and the fire dragon formed from crimson flames, both carrying the power to destroy everything, hurtled towards Lin Ye!

The ice dragon's scales are clearly visible, and its claws are sharp.

The dragon was enveloped in flames, its breath scorching hot.

Two giant dragons roared deafeningly in the night sky.