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Its daybreak.

But for that superpower across the ocean, it was the darkest hour.

The internet across North America remains in a semi-paralyzed state.

It wasn't because the Seven Fairies of the Spider Cave were still attacking, but because they themselves had unplugged the internet cable.

That was from being scared.

No one can guarantee that as soon as the internet cable is plugged in, those terrifying purple spiders won't crawl into the screens of thousands of households along the electric current.

The White House press briefing room was packed with journalists from around the world.

The flashes went off wildly, and the shutter clicks were deafening.

The White House spokesperson stood on the podium, pale-faced, with cold sweat on his forehead that even powder couldn't cover.

His hands were trembling, and the speech in his hand was crumpled and wrinkled.

"Regarding...regarding the network outage that occurred yesterday..."

The spokesperson swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

"Following a joint investigation by the National Security Agency and the Space Agency..."

"We have confirmed that this was an unprecedented, targeted, high-energy solar storm."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Solar storm?

Targeted?

Do you think the sun is a sniper? Pointing and shooting exactly where it wants?

"But why is it only North America that's experiencing network outages? Europe and Asia are fine," a reporter asked sharply.

The spokesperson avoided eye contact, forcing himself to remain calm.

"This... is because a rare hole has appeared in the Earth's magnetic field over North America."

"This is an act of God."

"It was definitely not an attack, and there was no...paranormal event."

When the spokesperson mentioned the words "paranormal events," his voice visibly trembled.

The "haunting" incident at the Pentagon last night has been classified as top secret.

Those were files more terrifying than an alien invasion.

If it were made public and the United States were to be treated like a shopping mall by seven women in period costumes, the country's prestige would be completely destroyed.

Therefore, it can only be a solar storm.

Even if the reason is as rotten as dog shit, they have to bite the bullet and accept it.

Huaxia, Base No. 001.

Chen Xi sat on the sofa, watching the live broadcast on the big screen on the wall, laughing so hard his stomach cramped.

He was holding an enamel mug, and the tea inside was almost spilling out.

"What a talent!"

Chen Xi pointed to the spokesperson who was about to run out of things to say, then turned to Li Guobang and said.

"Old Li, look at that guy's mental fortitude."

"To describe being beaten and fleeing in terror by demons as being baptized by nature."

"This is the 'decency' of a great power."

Li Guobang sat beside him, a cigarette between his fingers, but his expression was far less relaxed than Chen Xi's.

His brows were furrowed, forming a deep "川" (river) character.

"Old Chen, how can you still laugh?"

Li Guobang took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his worried eyes.

"This feud has now become a major one."

"The US has suffered such a huge loss this time, it certainly won't let it go."

"They won't dare to act openly, but they'll definitely retaliate fiercely behind the scenes."

"Economic sanctions, maritime blockades, and even...localized conflicts."

Li Guobang looked at Chen Xi, his tone grave.

"We must prepare for the worst."

Chen Xi stopped laughing.

He put down his teacup, and his eyes instantly became cold and profound.

"revenge?"

A disdainful smile curled at the corner of Chen Xi's lips.

"They don't even dare to connect to the internet now, so how can they retaliate?"

"Did they rely on carrier pigeons to deliver messages?"

"Are they still relying on their missile systems that are now just scrap metal?"

Chen Xi stood up, walked up to Li Guobang, and patted the old general on the shoulder.

"Old Li, times have changed."

"We used to be afraid of them because they were invincible within the rules."

"But now, we've flipped the table and changed to a set of rules they don't understand."

"In the rules of the Spider Cave, there is no punishment, only cause and effect."

"If they dare to make a move..."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Xi's eyes.

"I'll have the Seven Fairy Maidens go to the White House lawn and have a picnic."

Li Guobang was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the young and arrogant figure in front of him, he suddenly felt that he might really be getting old.

That kind of cautious, timid demeanor was completely absent in this young man.

Instead, there is a chilling sense of... control.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy."

Chen Xi turned and walked towards his desk, his tone instantly becoming more relaxed.

"The most urgent task right now is to 'settle the bill'."

"If those seven old ladies get impatient, that would be a real disaster."

On the desk, seven exquisite aviation aluminum cases were neatly stacked.

Each box has a gold-embossed label that reads: "[Nantianmen Premium Selection - VIP Exclusive]".

Chen Xi opened one of the boxes.

There was no gold or silver jewelry, and no top-secret documents inside.

There were only those neatly arranged lipsticks, each with a complete range of shades.

Dior 999, Armani 405, TF16...

All the best-selling and limited edition items on the market have been gathered here.

In addition to lipsticks, there are also a full set of eyeshadow palettes, highlighters, and perfumes.

There was even a specially made USB drive.

It contains hundreds of gigabytes of "makeup tutorials" carefully selected by Chen Xi.

From "pure and innocent green tea makeup" to "domineering queen makeup," there's something for everyone.

Li Guobang walked over and looked at the box of items, which totaled only a few hundred thousand RMB.

Then consider the priceless "Fuxi-1" quantum chip material, which was capable of changing the course of human technology.

The old general's lips twitched involuntarily.

"Old Chen..."

Li Guobang's tone was complex, and his eyes held a kind of awe that one might have for unscrupulous businessmen.

"You're really dark-skinned."

"Trade these mundane trinkets for someone else's rare and precious treasures."

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Chen Xi was carefully tying a ribbon around the box.

Upon hearing this, he raised his head, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"Old Li, you have a broad perspective."

"What do you mean by 'little gadget'?"

"That's called emotional value."

Chen Xi picked up a lipstick and waved it under the light.

"For those few homebody fairies who haven't left their homes for thousands of years and can only count leg hairs in front of the mirror every day."

"This 'man-slaying color' that can instantly make them beautiful is more precious than any peach or golden pill."

"Is it cultivation they lack? No, it's life they lack."

"I brought them color, joy, and dignity as women."

Chen Xi put the lipstick into the box, closed the lid, and snapped the lock shut.

He patted the box and smiled meaningfully.

"This deal is perfectly fair."

Looking at the boxes of "happiness" ready to be shipped, Li Guobang suddenly realized that Chen Xi's words made a lot of sense.

But he couldn't help asking a question.

"So...who are they planning to 'slay' with those 'man-slaying colors' from the tutorial?"

Chen Xi paused.

He touched his chin, his eyes darting around.

"Probably... that monk who's still on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures."

"Hopefully, Elder Tang can withstand this wave of 'modern beauty offensive' this time."

"Ship out!"

Chen Xi waved his hand.

The teleportation platform lit up.

Seven boxes, imbued with earthly colors and desires, vanished into thin air.

And the chat group in Heaven.

An unprecedented earthquake is about to strike.