A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

Zhao Zizhan looked at her with a slight smile, his eyes filled with indulgence, as if he were watching a child enthusiastically sharing candy.

Xia Mi withdrew her gaze.

A Ferris wheel!

That's one of the three most popular dating spots! On a night with neon lights flashing, the Ferris wheel rises to its highest point, and the lights of the entire city spread out below you—how romantic!

She originally intended to use it to create a romantic atmosphere with her senior brother Chu. Her original plan was to take him to the aquarium to see the fish swimming around slowly and to make some unintentional physical contact. Now that there was a Ferris wheel in the amusement park, it was a perfect opportunity.

Alas, it's a pity that such a good opportunity should be used to discuss future cooperation with Zhao Zizhan.

Actually, Zhao Zizhan isn't bad either... He seems to be even more unique than Chu Zihang?

"That sounds... kind of interesting..."

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Lu Mingfei was intrigued by Xia Mi's energetic storytelling, and his initial nervousness turned into anticipation.

As a little grass that no one cares for or loves, he has never been to such a big new amusement park before.

He wondered if the roller coaster there was really as thrilling as Xia Mi had described, if the cotton candy was bigger than what was sold at the convenience store, and if there were really so many romantic stories inside the Ferris wheel... The more he thought about it, the sweeter he felt, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

I'm daydreaming again.

Not long after, the Maybach slowly pulled up in the parking area of ​​the seaside amusement park. Its black body stood out among the colorful cars.

"Son, wait for me a moment, I'll go get you some water." The group got out of the car and walked towards the crowded entrance. Chu Tianjiao ran to the side to buy water for her precious son.

Although the typhoon had just passed and the air was still damp, the amusement park still welcomed a large number of visitors today, the last day of the typhoon holiday.

In the large square at the entrance, balloon vendors held up strings of colorful balloons, like a moving rainbow; staff dressed as cartoon mascots were taking photos with children, the mascots' ears swaying in the wind; and many couples were holding hands, studying maps and looking at routes with their faces full of anticipation.

The wealthy Chu had purchased VIP tickets, so the group didn't have to worry about queuing at all.

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Once inside the amusement park, the crowd was shoulder to shoulder, and everyone's face was beaming with joy. There were couples, as well as adults with children.

Not far away, a little boy wearing a blue T-shirt suddenly smeared the ice cream in his hand on his father's face as a prank, then giggled and ran away. His exaggerated laughter spread through the crowd like silver bells.

The father paused for a moment, then laughed and chased after him, "You little brat, how dare you ambush your father!"

The little boy ran very fast, circling around a flower bed, until his father finally caught him, pulled him into his arms, and tickled him, while also smearing the white cream on his hands onto the boy's nose. The father and son looked at each other, their faces covered in cream, like two little kittens, but they were laughing very happily.

Chu Zihang looked at the scene before him, his eyes flashing with an unknown light.

"Come here, son!"

A glass of iced drink was suddenly placed in his hand, with fine water droplets condensing on the glass, giving it a cool feel.

Turning his head, Chu Zihang saw Chu Tianjiao's smiling face, which resembled an old chrysanthemum.

"There's a water vendor over there. This place is awful; the water is several dollars more expensive than elsewhere! I should have just kept a few bottles in the fridge in my car! It would have saved me money!"

"Are you out of your mind, uncle? Driving a Maybach to save money on Coke? That's unbelievable," Zhao Zizhan said casually, taking the drink, unscrewing the cap, and taking a sip. His tone was teasing.

"What do you know? This is called going for a foot massage by bicycle. Save money where you can and spend it where you can!"

"Oh? What's the point of getting a foot massage? I'm underage, I don't understand..."

Xia Mi suddenly blinked her innocent big eyes and asked in a feignedly naive manner, but a sly smile was secretly hidden at the corner of her mouth.

Chu Tianjiao immediately realized he'd taken the bait. His expression froze for a moment, then he quickly moved closer to Chu Zihang, smiling obsequiously, "Son, don't listen to their nonsense. Your dad just drove too much. I went for a proper massage...it was absolutely legitimate..."

Chu Zihang unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

……

"This incident has had a significant impact."

In a luxurious room, a slightly hoarse voice rang out from the shadows.

"We need to send someone to negotiate with the local mixed-race family."

The figure in the shadows paused, tapping the cigarette between his fingers lightly on the table, ash falling softly into the ashtray. "Let's try to bring Chu Tianjiao back within three days..."

He listened quietly to what the other person on the phone was saying, occasionally humming in agreement, until the other person finished speaking, then he tapped the receiver with his knuckles: "That's how it'll be done."

The voice, sitting in the shadows, hung up the phone, leaned back in its chair, and let out a long sigh.

He walked to the window, where the heavy velvet curtains were pulled open slightly. The setting sun outside was painting the sky a molten gold, and the last few rays of sunlight struggled to cross the city's skyscrapers, landing right on him.

The sunlight made his silver hair shine brightly, each strand looking as if it were plated with gold, shimmering with tiny glitters in the light.

Chapter 116 Hidden Clues.

"Click——"

The sharp scraping of metal hinges was like an icicle striking the silence. The heavy oak door was forced open with brute force, and the resulting gust of air stirred up the parchment scrolls spread out on the desk.

The man entered the room, exposed to the setting sun.

His neck was covered with dark red burn scars, and a black mask covered half of his face.

"Good afternoon, Schneider." The handsome old man with silver hair didn't seem to mind the impolite intruder who barged into the room; he simply turned around slowly.

The impeccably tailored black suit was handcrafted on Savile Row, with shoulders as precise as a scalpel, making him stand tall and straight like a cedar tree. A single pair of glasses, exuding an academic air, hung above his right eye.

Time has left its mark on his face, but his silver eyes still shine brightly.

Anyone who sees him would admire the demeanor of this old English gentleman: the pocket watch chain peeking out from his cuffs, the neatly pressed shirt collar, and even the ash from the cigar between his fingers is placed perfectly.

No one would believe that he is 130 years old.

The old man stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, slowly sat down in his chair, and gently poured himself a cup of tea: "This is pre-rain Longjing tea picked from the Imperial Tea Tree today. Would you like a cup?"

“Hoo… sizzle… I prefer bitter coffee,” Schneider said, sitting opposite the old man, his voice sounding like a broken bellows.

"I've come to see you on important business," he said, taking the teacup and taking a small sip.

The taste was quite good; such fine tea should be savored with a silver spoon, not wasted by his scarred mouth.

You mean Zhao Zizhan?

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Angers put down the teapot and crossed his legs.

“Haven’t we already investigated? His background is impeccable. Only his ancestors awakened the mixed-race bloodline. After that, his family has been ordinary people for generations. He has lived a law-abiding life since birth. He suddenly gained abilities, but he has not violated public order and good morals, nor has he shown any violent tendencies. He is a good child.”

A single, understated sentence reveals Cassel's investigation of Zhao Zizhan and his conclusion about him.

Is killing Deadpool a big deal? If Deadpool is killed, is doing business with him a big deal?

As for escaping Nibelungen, it's even suspected that he cooperated with Chu Tianjiao and that S-class newcomer to defeat Odin.

The more outstanding someone is, the more he admires them.

"That's the problem. After he gained his abilities, he seems to have made contact with a force we've never heard of... He's been hiding, deliberately suppressing himself..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Angers understood.

“Schneider…I’m getting old,” Angers said with a faint smile.

“Kassel College can’t rely on us old folks to keep it afloat. We need fresh blood, we need new people who can carry the flag, we need someone who can still wield the dragon-slaying sword after we’re in our coffins, we need someone who can step up and replace us…”

The old man interlaced his fingers and said softly, "We need geniuses, we need somebody, we need natural leaders, like Caesar Gattuso, and Chu Tianjiao, that child who just awakened his bloodline, and we need Lu Mingfei, an S-rank..."

"And this child who was able to cover the retreat for several people in Nibelungen and emerge last is definitely not to be underestimated. They are destined to become the new generation of dragon slayers who will instill fear even in the Dragon King."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, the aroma of tea spreading between his teeth. "As long as he's not a dragon in human skin, even if he sprang from a rock, it's worth taking a gamble."

Schneider frowned; he agreed with the old man's opinion.

As long as that boy named Zhao Zizhan is not a pure-blooded dragon, he is a finely crafted blade. They are the ones wielding the sword, so why would they be afraid of a sword that is too sharp?

but……

"I doubt he'll follow the path we've laid out for him. With a mysterious force backing him, I'm afraid he won't flock to join us as everyone expects."

"Then we can talk about cooperation..."

Angers didn't care: "Formalities don't matter; as long as we share the same stance, there's no problem."

Schneider looked at the old man before him, his voice slow and deep: "But in that case, let's put aside the orthodox side for now, what about the students and the school board..."

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Before he could finish speaking, the old man put down his teacup, the crisp clinking of the porcelain interrupting his speech.

"They'll understand, old buddies, they'll understand, and you'll understand too..."

The old man turned his head to look at the setting sun gradually sinking into the earth: "If we are already hanging by a thread, then clinging to old ways will not allow us to escape."

Schneider,

Angers slowly began, “It’s not us choosing Zhao Zizhan, it’s the times choosing us. When the storm comes, we can’t reject anyone who can steer the ship just because the sails aren’t white enough.”

……

Despite traveling through the desolate wilderness, communication remained remarkably stable thanks to the power of the arc.

These days, the biggest complaint from Rhodes Island operators is: when will Kal'tsit finally return?

The medical department had the most complaints. These days, because Zhao Zizhan kept bringing people back and forth, the medical department staff had been working overtime at high intensity every day. Especially for treatment plans for severely infected patients like Frostnova, they dared not even start. At such a critical moment, how could the medical department's GOATs not step up and score points?

Secondly, even though Amiya is the leader of Rhodes Island, it's still a bit absurd to entrust the task of communicating with a pure-blooded Wendigo from the Ten Kings' Court to an eleven-year-old child, not to mention the presence of a dark force lurking in the shadows.

Furthermore, there was the signing of a medical cooperation agreement with the Integrative Movement.

And the issue of Talulah's identity requires Kal'tsit, the Empress Dowager, to step in. At this point, it's a bit unreasonable for Kimi to be traveling.

Thus, under the relentless barrage of calls from Rhodes Island operators, Kal'tsit, who was conducting research on the sarcophagus project in Chernobog, was forcibly summoned back.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you're finally back!!"

As soon as Kal'tsit entered the bridge, she saw several medical staff members eagerly waiting: "Several patients are in very serious condition, and we're unsure about treatment options..."

"Give me the patient's test results." Before she could even catch her breath, Kal'tsit resumed her work mode, looking at the report in her hand: a Caster girl, severely infected with Oripathy...

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to catch two figures that shouldn't be there.

At first she thought she was seeing things, but when she looked again, it was still there!

"Ok?"

"Why are there Ursus shieldbearers here?"

Kal'tsit suddenly felt something was wrong. What had happened while she was away from the island?

"Well... hahaha, you might have to wait a bit while Operator Zizhan and the others explain."

PS: I need to take a break. I'm extremely tired today. I'd like to post one chapter to rest and then resume updates tomorrow.

Chapter 117 I can't talk to you wooden-headed people.

"Lord, I never expected this to be your team."

The medical room light fell on Patriot's broad back, casting a long shadow that almost covered half the wall.

The burly Wendigo leaned against two hospital beds placed side by side, the metal frames supporting the bed groaning slightly beneath him as if they might fall apart at any moment.

After three difficult surgical removal procedures, some of the mineral crystals growing in the throat have been removed. The remaining crystals are located near the trachea, and the operators do not have a good understanding of Wendigo's body structure, so they can only undergo conservative treatment together with Frostnova for the time being.

Nevertheless, this made it much easier for patriots to speak.

"Captain, I never expected to meet you here."

Kal'tsit's expression was complicated. She really didn't expect that just going out to pick up the son of an old friend would lead to such a big mess on the island.

It's bad enough that they lured people up the mountain, but now they've even taken them to an island.

Do you even know what Patriot represents in Ursus?! His mere presence is enough to put three army groups on high alert!

Looking into the clear eyes of the medical operators beside her, Kal'tsit sighed.

"So, you've rebuilt a new force?"

Seeing a group of familiar faces from Kazdel, and then seeing Kal'tsit, Patriot knew he was already in deep trouble.

This is not surprising, this is not surprising.

Where did this enormous landship come from? And why are there so many Sarkaz members on the island, most of whom are battle veterans? They claim to be a pharmaceutical company, yet they are so well-armed...