Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Private Meeting That the Protagonist Couldn't Know

In the mechanism of counting words vertically and horizontally, Chinese and other text symbols other than punctuation are not counted in the word count, so the situation of cheating the word count with foreign characters will not happenโ€”โ€”

On the morning of September 11, 2022, the weather was fine.

The small park next to Panyan University is the one where Chu Feiyue met Hongxinlian and Bai Yixuan, and now a group of old ladies are dancing in a group dance in the small square in the center of the park, moving their waists that are no longer young with cheerful music.

On a wooden chair on the side, which was still stained with the early morning moisture, sat an old man wearing a pure black trench coat with gray hair. He was reading the newspaper with his legs crossed, but judging from the light that appeared from time to time in the two small round holes in the newspaper, it was obvious that he was not drunk.

And the old ladies around him were already surprised by this eccentric old man, and even deliberately moved closer to him. After all, although this group of old ladies is no longer young, they are still women after all, and they still love beauty. When their lover has grown old with them and no longer praises her beautiful appearance when she was young, they are still happy to suddenly appear with someone who still admires them.

Although this person is a little strange, he still likes to wear that kind of dark black trench coat that looks very thick in such a hot summer. But who doesn't have a little quirk?

At some point, an old man in an old-fashioned black and white striped shirt sat next to the old man who was reading the newspaper, holding a paper bowl of sesame sauce noodles for five yuan a piece on the street, and eating with his face buried in his face. Unlike his companions, the new old man was far inferior in size, far less sturdy than the old man beside him, and wore a pair of rustic black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was even whiter than even a single black hair, as if he were born with white hair.

The bowl of sesame sauce noodles was quickly eaten by him, and the paper bowl was placed on the ground very casually, and a gust of wind blew, and it rolled with the wind to an unknown place.

The white-haired old man touched his belly, which was no longer growling, sighed, rested his hands on the back of the wooden chair, tilted his head back hard, and looked at the rising sun in the east with dim eyes.

Time passed gradually, and soon it was time for the aunts to pack up and go home. The aunt who led the team pressed the switch on the radio, smiled at the sturdy old man who had been reading the newspaper, and turned to leave.

Then, a little girl with blond hair ran in front of the two old men who were sitting quietly. Immediately afterward, an old foreign butler with the same gray hair, but with a faint bulge of muscles, chased after him while screaming in Swedish.

In the midst of the blonde girl's wind chime-like laughter, the two men chased and fled, and soon disappeared from the front of the two old men.

The old man, who had been holding Erlang's legs, folded the newspaper in his hand for more than a month a few times and put it in the inner pocket of his trench coat. Without the cover of the newspaper, the old man's huge speechless sunglasses were revealed. The combination of sunglasses that almost covered half of his face, his short lean hair, his big black trench coat, and the sturdy muscles wrapped in a dark brown shirt made the old man look like a Wolverine in the X-Men, mysterious and handsome, in stark contrast to the dirty companion next to him.

"ๅฅณใฎๅญใฎใ‚ฐใƒซใƒผใƒ—ใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚ใ„ใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใญ? (These little girls are all cute, aren't they?) ๏ผ‰โ€

L, an old man with sunglasses, looked at the sky as if he was talking to the sky.

"Heh, you're still so bored."

Old man Z, who was obviously dressed rustic and looked like he was not happy in his later years, said in standard Chinese with complete equality and even a slight disdain.

L, the old man with sunglasses, shook his head and smirked.

"ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ€็งใฏ็ตๅฉšใ—ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใ‚ใชใŸใฏใพใ ๅคใ„bachelorใ‚ใ‚ใ€‚ (So, I've been married a long time ago, but you're still an old bachelor.) ๏ผ‰โ€

"And then let the wife and son die at the hands of the adversary?"

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Maybe it was the rustic old man Z's words that were too damning, and the old man in sunglasses L didn't answer. Old man Z sneered and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, but unfortunately the cigarette case seemed to have been soaked in water, and the cigarettes inside were crumpled, obviously unable to smoke. Looking at the cigarette case in his hand, the old man Z's brows furrowed slightly.

Then, a small tin box reached under his nose, neatly stacked with ten cigars that were still intact.

The old man Z was not polite at all, took the iron box and took out one from it and handed it to the old man with sunglasses L next to him, and then took out one himself, and then stuffed the iron box into his pocket. The pack of Japanese-made cigarettes that had been soaked in water was thrown away by him and flew into the grass behind him.

"You bastard, it's really been the same for decades."

Even if he was robbed of a box of cigars, the old man in sunglasses L was not angry, but said funny.

"Give me back Nakano-kun." The rustic old man Z suddenly said something inexplicable.

But there is no suspense, this request was resolutely rejected by the old man in sunglasses: "Impossible, Nakano Liunian overturned in the Celestial Empire, and we caught him, so there is no reason to let it go again, don't dream." โ€

"I'll go ask for someone at night." Old man Z still spoke in a faint tone, as if this was already an established fact.

"Feel free, Nakano Ryu Nian is locked up in a virtual prison in the back mountain of Panyan University, I will welcome you with the entire Ministry of State Security, be careful not to be like Nakano Ryu Nian, hehe." The old man in sunglasses L did not have such a shameful view of "group beating is shameless" at all, but said with some pride.

Old man Z rubbed his fingers on the tip of the cigar, and the cigar "exhaled" and burned. After extinguishing the flames above, he shoved the cigar into his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Nakano-kun is my vice president, and he is a very important subordinate of mine, and I value it very much. So, he was captured by you, and I am obligated to save him. โ€

"It's up to you, anyway, our national security won't release people by themselves. Whether it works out or not, we'll see you at the old place. โ€

Liu Zhenguo shook his head, put his hand in his pocket and pressed the car key. A silvery-white Dodge Tomahawk lifted its holographic disguise, revealing its hideous face. Liu Zhenguo flicked his windbreaker, stepped on his mount, twisted the accelerator, and shook off the incomplete burning black gasoline exhaust on the face of the gods Wunian.

Before those exhaust gases could come into contact with the gods, they were shattered by the suddenly stirred air. The gods looked at the silver-white lightning that was fading away, and the cigar in his hand was crumpled into a powder finer than sand and slipped from his hand.

โ€œใƒ›ใƒผใƒ ๏ผŸ ็งใฏใใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ฝชไบบใ‚ˆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒใคใซๅ€คใ™ใ‚‹? (Home?) Do sinners like me deserve it? ๏ผ‰โ€

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In the evening, in the Panyan Auditorium, Liu Zhenguo listened to the curtain call of the freshman talent competition, and said a word to Cheng Liusu beside him, and hurriedly retired, not even attending the final award ceremony. But even so, when he rode his beloved motorcycle to the back hill of Panyan University, the explosion still rang out.

"Damn, this old horseman, what are you doing so early!"

Liu Zhenguo tightened the throttle to the maximum, and the silver chariot let out a wild roar, turning into lightning that broke through the darkness, and rushed wildly through the streets of Panyan University at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour.

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A few minutes later, the gods walked out of the bushes slowly, and the old god stood in front of a white dome-shaped building with his hands behind his back, looking up at the plaque on it.

The doorman had already honed the superlative alarm to notify all members of the state security the next moment he saw him. Even if they don't know who the president of the United States is, the gods don't think about the number one enemy of the Ministry of National Security, they definitely still know it.

An ancient long sword like autumn water, glowing with blue waves, fell from the sky and smashed towards the gods with an indomitable momentum.

The sharp sword intent made the gods have a slight trance, looking at Lan Cangming's young face, I don't know what I was in a daze. The next moment, the tip of the sword touched the brains of the gods, and a huge explosion occurred.

"Boom-"

With a loud explosion, Lan Cangming was blasted into the concrete wall by the force of the sudden rebound. The amazing blow he had just delivered with all his might was completely applied to himself. The long sword was stuck at the old man's feet, and although the shape was still intact, it was already full of cracks.

Lan Cangming, who has the highest attack power in the country, is as fragile as an ant in front of the gods without thoughts!

"At a young age, you have reached the point of using sword qi, you are Lan Cangming..."

The gods wiped the blood from their foreheads, bent down and pulled out the long sword, which was already scarred, and shook their heads regretfully.

"It's a pity, it's not my Yamato nation..."

With that, there was a loud bang that broke through the sound barrier, and the long sword blasted towards Lan Cangming, who had already passed unconscious.

But the mortal blow was stopped. Of course, the price to be paid is the collapse of almost the entire concrete wall. Lan Cangming, who was supposed to die because his brain was pierced, had been wrapped in countless steel bars sticking out of the concrete.

"Steel operation? Childish..."

With a slight stomp of his foot, a huge shockwave bounced back all the sharp steel bars that were attacking him. But then, countless automatons poked out of the windows of the upper floors and pulled the trigger on the shriveled old man below with a variety of weapons.

Hundreds of weapons of all kinds attacked together, and a symphony of gunfire rang out in front of the door of the virtual research institute. A huge explosion of incalculable yield flattened all the landscape at the entrance of the research institute, and large swaths of trees were accidentally injured by stray bullets that refracted and fell to the ground.

After a few moments, all the weapons fell silent, and the unscathed gods continued to walk towards the institute with a calm face.

A group of people dressed in different clothes stopped in front of this old man who was the president of the only anomalist organization in Japan, "Amaterasu".

Fearful, no one flinched. Knowing that he was invincible, no one was knocked down by the fact that he was likely to return to the underworld. They, with fear of an old man who has been the world for thirty years, stand in opposition to him.

For their homeland!