Exploding God

"You still know I'm your sister?" Lin Chujun glared with bloodshot eyes and laughed angrily.

"I really didn't dare just now—" Lin Zhidao said honestly, even gesturing a few times anxiously, before asking nervously, "What are you going to do?"

"Deal with you, or deal with him?" Lin Chujun flicked her hair and calmly asked.

Holy crap!

Lin Zhidao was jolted awake; he realized he had brought trouble upon himself and was about to be held accountable.

His face immediately turned pale.

"Send Fu Haonan back. He's a member of the Shangnan Lin family, so naturally I'm the one who should deal with him," Lin Chujun said coldly, his back to Lin Zhidao.

"Oh, oh, oh? What about Brother Ze?" Lin Zhidao suddenly realized something was wrong. Why was Lin Chujun so good-natured? She wasn't targeting him at all. And it seemed like she had missed an important person in her words.

"Lu Ze..."

Lin Chujun murmured the name, reaching out her right hand to touch the bruises on her delicate white neck. A slight stinging sensation, accompanied by a tingling numbness, traveled along her nerves to her brain.

A few seconds later, she suddenly smiled, a smile with a hint of allure.

"How could I let him get away with treating my man like this?"

Lin Zhidao shuddered, feeling a chill run down his spine. Why was his cousin's gaze a little strange? It was clearly that heart-stirring, seductive smile, but why couldn't he see any anger? Instead, there was a hint of anticipation.

My cousin's face seems even redder?

Is it because of anger?

Something still doesn't seem right.

Sure enough, I am still a minor and cannot understand this unpredictable adult world.

Anyway, I can't afford to offend either side, so I, Lin Zhidao, only need to think about myself.

"My cousin is right, then I'll be going now, haha."

With bowing and scraping, Lin Zhidao signaled Zhao Ping and Yao Zhou, his two lackeys, to retreat together.

As they stepped outside, the three of them saw Yi Ying and Hong Chong slumped against the wall. They swallowed hard and quietly moved away.

Lin Zhidao only stopped after leaving the second floor and leaned against the wall to breathe heavily.

"Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me!"

"Don't contact me for the next couple of days. I'm going home to have some peace and quiet."

……

Inside the tea room, after everything had completely quieted down, Lin Chujun turned around and looked at the porcelain cup that Lu Ze had casually tossed onto the tea table.

She closed her eyes in a daze, tilted her head back and took a deep breath, the bruises on her fair neck clearly visible.

The only sound in the room was Lin Chujun's faint heartbeat.

Thirty seconds later, Lin Chujun opened her eyes, revealing her watery eyes and a blush on her cheeks that was full of alluring luster.

With a slight tremor of her wrist, the woman glanced at the pale gold bracelet on her wrist, tapped it lightly, and then lifted a strand of hair from her left temple, revealing a light beige earphone.

"I remember telling you not to contact me unless it's urgent."

……

"Mr. Ji Wu, the newly appointed head of the Equipment Department?"

"I understand. Prepare my dress for the seventh night. Arrange my trip to the Georgia Hotel in thirty minutes."

With a few words, the woman ended the call, picked up the COVHERlab handbag that she had placed on the seat, took out a light purple silk scarf, and elegantly tied it around her neck, just enough to cover the two deep bruises.

When Lin Chujun raised her head again, her eyes regained their previous arrogance, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes added a touch of charm to her cold temperament.

With a light, rhythmic thud, Lin Chujun reached the doorway. After a second of staring at the two of them, she said calmly, "You've disappointed me."

After saying that, he turned and left alone.

……

Outside the Star Bay Hotel, Lu Ze suddenly stopped walking, raised his wrist, and the interface of [Ghost Whisper] appeared. He calmly said:

"Chenghui, set four warning words in [Melting Point]."

"Lu Ze, Lu Ming, Lu Zongguang, Li Shiwei."

"Once someone searches for these four names, immediately initiate Melting Point Tracking to locate the other party's physical address and complete the identity analysis. Then send the information to me."

Three seconds later, the feedback appeared.

【Cranberry is so delicious】: Received, boss!

After turning off the bracelet, Lu Ze calmly left.

……

Just as the brief conflict at the Star Bay Hotel had come to an end.

Across the sea lies Yakushima, Kyushu, in the 11th region of the Eastern Taiwan Straits.

This is an area completely shrouded in a deep red fog, and no human has set foot in it for five consecutive years.

Although the ancient fir trees still reach for the sky, the mountains formed by the compression of granite still undulate, and the green vegetation is more lush than ever before, it exudes an air of desolation and barrenness at all times.

Especially when the shadowy figures of those colossal beasts flickered in the depths of the mist, this place seemed to transform into a lost paradise in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

On the west side of the island, the "Kigen Cedar," which is over 5000 years old, appears from a distance to have formed a "tree mountain" that is over 100 meters high.

The roar of water, occasionally filtering through the gaps in the leaves, seemed to prove that the great waterfall was still surging.

Suddenly, a large shadow appeared behind "Tree Mountain".

A flock of false toothed birds, each over eight meters long, took flight in alarm, circling in mid-air and refusing to disperse, emitting piercing cries.

The thunderous sound of the water suddenly stopped, as if forcibly halted. If someone were standing in these mountain-like cedar forests, they could witness the magnificent sight of the Great River Waterfall being forcibly split in two by an unknown force.

A strange aircraft, about 40 meters long, painted gray, and with an overall trapezoidal structure, was slowly descending. While conventional aircraft would land on the wing or tail nozzles, there were six nozzles facing downwards, acting as a buffer for the aircraft and enabling a vertical and stable landing.

The entire process lasted about ten seconds. Both the Half-Mountain Ghost Turtle, which had an 8-star threat level, and the Iron-Loving Scorpion Beast, which also had an 8-star threat level, stood three hundred meters away from the center of the waterfall, silently staring at the magnificent waterfall with their scarlet eyes, as if there were some natural enemies inside.

After the aircraft completely disappeared, the waterfall suddenly closed.

The Dachuan Waterfall has resumed its former ceaseless rushing. The 47-meter-diameter mountain turtle, with its two lantern-like eyes, cautiously scanned the area before slowly diving back into the shallow lake.

The Iron-Devouring Scorpion Beast was not so relaxed. It remained vigilant, watching the Great River Waterfall, and slowly retreated until it disappeared into the mist.

The creatures here possess an eerie sense of order.

Within the waterfall, transparent tempered glass forms the walls of this massive hemispherical structure, with the rushing river water cascading down overhead. On the slightly damp ground, two rows of jet-black Ranger mechs stand on either side, exuding a deathly silence.

The heavy grenade launchers held diagonally in the mechs' hands occasionally flashed with a dark luster. Their expressions were obscured by their pale red masks, but their mere gaze was enough to instill a fearsome aura.

snort~

Airflow filled the air, and the sound of depressurization rang out. The hatch of the gray aircraft slowly lowered, and a slender figure in a beige trench coat stepped out unhurriedly. Her mature, wavy hair swayed slightly with her steps.

"Welcome home." A gentle voice rang out, and at the end of the welcoming line, a tall figure wearing a black cloak stood quietly. Beneath the cloak, brown trousers and black military boots were visible.

He has angular facial features, meticulously groomed hair and beard, black with a few gray hairs, and strong eyebrows that frame a pair of gentle yet profound eyes.

At first glance, he appears to be a middle-aged man around 40 years old, but upon closer inspection, one can see that his facial skin does not have wrinkles that would suggest his age.

Therefore, he should actually be younger, but his beard and hair conceal his true age, and his current position and clothing make his demeanor stand out even more.

The woman walked gracefully to the cloaked man, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Lord Mo, Luo Wan, the one who failed in her decision-making, reports to you."

There was a reason for it; you don't need to blame yourself.

"However, the sacrifices made in this operation were still quite high."

"Before things happen, no plan is absolutely wrong or absolutely right, and I am no exception. Let's talk as we go." The man known as the Master of Ink's mellow voice rang out, without the slightest impatience or dissatisfaction, but instead gestured and walked into the depths of the building.

The woman lowered her head even more respectfully.

"Yes."

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