Chapter Fifty-Six: The Secret Base

All morning, Yin Nian was occupied with company affairs, so busy she barely had a moment to herself. In the face of her colleagues’ unusual gazes, she finally found the courage to meet their eyes and respond with silent defiance. She had come to recognize her own shortcomings, accepted her imperfections, and, having regained her confidence, she was now more resilient and composed than before. The constant tension and pressure that once haunted her had vanished.

For her, this was undoubtedly a good thing.

Whenever coworkers approached to inquire about the resolution of the rescue incident, she would give a uniform response: the matter was being handled through legal channels, and everyone would be notified as soon as there was a result.

Her answers were objective and rational, as though she were speaking about someone else’s affairs, with a sense of detachment. Ironically, this response only made—

With Old Tang’s sigh, Ling Hao also let out a gentle breath, his palm tightening slightly. To the astonishment of Old Tang and the others, he actually caught the blade’s gleaming arc—sharp enough to sever water—in his hand.

Though the embellishments had begun some time ago, the true decision to proceed in this manner was made only a few days before; inevitably, some details had not been fully or carefully considered.

Nevertheless, he remained cautious, not daring to move closer, only acting from a safe distance, as if he had sensed some lurking danger.

Zhang Yichao was puzzled but did not voice his doubts. Following the aunt’s instructions, he stood before the wooden plaque, chest out, stomach in.

Thus, the gap between him and Xu Wuyou would only widen, and at this thought, he felt a profound sense of despair.

Under her gaze, however, Nataly felt as if a venomous snake was slithering over her body—cold and slick—yet she dared not move, nor even try to evade it.

Led by Amman Ra, the team of local scientists specialized in exoskeleton suits for individual soldiers. Their independently developed combat suits had reached a remarkable level, no less advanced than those of the Federation.

“Who says I don’t have a brother? He is my brother! I just recognized him as my brother recently,” Duan Wanyu insisted, biting her words, declaring Ye Tian as her brother.

Li Fangcheng did not, as usual, accept interviews from the media. After briefly explaining the origins and ramifications of this game, he walked off the stage that had commanded the attention of the masses without a backward glance.

At the edge of the shield, one could see the seven-tiered, interlocking rhombic border, glowing with a dark red light. The shield’s body, set off by pure silver straps, lay across the platform, evoking a blend of magic and high technology.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Fan scrambled up from the ground and backed away several steps, eyeing Li Bumian warily.

She found herself losing interest, so she turned to walk off in another direction with Tong’er. She had only taken two steps, however, when she nearly collided head-on with someone.

Li Bumian spoke in a commanding tone. A trace of grievance flickered in Wei Xinqi’s beautiful eyes—she, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, had ended up in such dire straits.

He claimed to know this place, his gaze deliberately lingering on the face of Crippled Huang. He was impressed that the man could still maintain a courteous smile, a composure far superior to that of his own son—Plain Huang—who sat beside him with a dark and sullen face.

Perhaps it was Tang Qing’s imagination, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Xiao Fengting had been particularly elusive lately, his whereabouts mysterious and unpredictable.

Once the Dead Zone was declared, everyone in that country would be reduced to the status of slaves, while neighboring states could plunder, kill, and burn without restraint.

Shaan’s face was clouded with worry, as if wrestling with something he was unsure whether to share.

The voice of the Wanderer was so loud that even Xue Qin on the other side heard it; in that moment, all eyes were drawn to the scene. In his dream, Chang Kong jolted awake, covered in cold sweat, as if finally freed, his expression blank as he sat up, brow deeply furrowed.

At this moment, Yun’er was deeply dissatisfied with the negative attitudes of Yi Kunlun, Yuan Bao, and even Zhang Shan.

Under Wan’er’s hand was Yang Liu’s own. After shouting encouragement, Yang Liu pulled her hand away, shaking it off in distaste.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiurui’s expression softened, and only then did he place his hand on the dining table, while the servant reheated the dishes once more.

Yu’er responded and ran off into the distance. Watching her recede, Jiang Feng finally closed the door.

Song Qingzhang was in no rush to collect the temporary press pass, so Chi Xia sent a message of thanks and promised to treat him to dinner another day.

At the same time, it was also because the Cai family was easier to control, since the real power in the family rested with Cai Mao and Lady Cai.