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Chapter 74: Falling from the Sky

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Falling from the Sky

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Bai Kou’s eyes were wide open, staring intently at the severed torso on the ground, all thoughts in his mind had come to a halt.

He tried to understand what exactly had happened in that fleeting moment, but what met him were even more unknowns.

According to the company’s assessment...

There simply shouldn’t be an entity on this planet capable of rivaling "Long Branch"!

Long before he had boarded the flying vehicle, he was fully aware of all the risks he would face; not understanding the armor construction and energy form was undoubtedly Duan Mingyuan’s greatest nemesis, as he could neither withstand the invasion of the cold, nor could he reconstruct the armor into other objects.

Once the battle commenced, his ability would be rendered completely ineffective, reducing him to a lamb waiting for slaughter.

That’s how it should have been!

"If we rashly reconstruct things we don’t understand, bad things will happen."

If the situation allowed, Duan Mingyuan wished that his experience had been a friendly academic exchange, so he wouldn’t have to employ some of the skills he disliked.

But "Long Branch" was indeed an unprecedented formidable enemy, and among them, Western Wind was undoubtedly the one who restrained him the most, to the extent that he couldn’t give them, like he did with other participants in academic exchanges, enough opportunity to demonstrate their own skills, and thus achieve the objective of both sides reaping benefits from the exchange.

"Recklessly restructuring space can lead to unimaginable spatial collapse, like a bomb without sound. All the objects affected by the explosion will be torn apart due to being drawn into the collapse, and will turn into nothingness as space self-repairs. To the senses, it looks as though they’ve disappeared out of thin air."

Duan Mingyuan was not a terrorist; he did not enjoy throwing bombs.

Forcing a reconstruction brought no breakthrough in any academic domain; in that unknown domain, there were only death and destruction.

"Now it’s your turn, Mr. Bai Kou. Do you have any last wishes for me to fulfill?"

"You—! If I die here, the whole Yunlong City will be buried with me!"

When developments went beyond control, extraterrestrials, however aloof, inevitably displayed panic just like any ordinary person.

"Therefore, you cannot die here."

Bai Kou’s incessant babbling stopped.

His body suddenly began to float eerily, his features distorted by a wild wind that came from nowhere. He wanted to speak, to question what Duan Mingyuan had done to him, but his voice was drowned out by the airstream.

His face turned red from asphyxiation, and in a daze, he realized he was falling.

Falling from ten thousand meters in the air.

As if he were in a crashing flying vehicle, unable to control his own body, destined to collide with the ground amid thick smoke and flames.

"Mr. Bai Kou, remember, you actually died when the flying vehicle crashed."

Duan Mingyuan said, "You died in a corporate conflict, someone tampered with your flying vehicle, secretly conspiring with the rebels of Wangxu intending to kill you. Your personal guard betrayed you, and after the flying vehicle’s accident, he too vanished without a trace. We came here to investigate the Wangxu rebellion, but it’s too late; the rebels have killed all the company staff and let all the cargo escape."

Flying vehicles, a truly dangerous means of transport, indeed.

He watched Bai Kou’s floating body, looking at his opening and closing mouth.

He saw Bai Kou’s skin rot from burns that were not actually there, the fierce flames burning his body, reducing it to ash scattered by the wind.

That wide-open mouth and resentful eyes seemed to be silently questioning him—do you think you can escape the company’s pursuit like this?

The answer, of course, was no.

If Duan Mingyuan were to tell this story to anyone, not only would they not believe him, but they would also suspect that he was the real murderer.

So, he had to imprint this "fact" into everyone’s mind, to become an unshakeable truth.

"Barrier..."

Life Energy cascaded ceaselessly, expanding in an instant to embrace the entire city, indeed, the whole world.

Reconstruct memories.

Once a hot-blooded youth himself, he was also cornered by a similar situation. Compared with his younger self, Duan Mingyuan was much calmer this time.

Betrayal from within the company was somewhat more logical than a Hover Car suddenly losing control and crashing into a building.

From the moment he entered the control room, Duan Mingyuan had started contemplating the direction of the story.

Having completed all this, Duan Mingyuan leaned against the cold glass. He gazed at Western Wind, who had long since been devoid of vital signs, allowing his fragmented body to burst into specks of energy that fell like snowflakes to the ground and eventually vanished.

A wave of exhaustion surged over him; he rarely squandered Life Energy like this.

It was like rushing to meet year-end targets, working overnight for three days and nights in a row.

He would likely need to lie in bed at home and sleep for a whole day to recover his energy.

But before that, he took out his phone and, for the first time, dialed Fu Ling’s number. The phone was answered after only two rings, and Fu Ling asked anxiously, "How are things on your end?"

"Too late, the staff here were completely wiped out."

"...I see."

After Western Wind’s death, the ice-crafted hand vanished, and Jiuyue, who had been freed from the restraints, stumbled into the control room. She came quietly to Duan Mingyuan’s side like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for him to handle the aftermath.

Perhaps Bai Kou wasn’t wrong.

She and Wangxu’s rebels really were insane.

Even if they managed to defeat Western Wind, successfully kidnap Bai Kou, and execute her, they were powerless against the disaster that "rebelling against the heavens" would bring.

Compared with these reckless madmen, Mr. Mingyuan showed through his actions what it means to be a qualified leader of an evil organization.

He murdered company executives, fabricated the scene, attributed the Flying Vehicle’s accident to internal strife within the company and made Bai Kou’s personal guard appear as a bribed traitor.

In Jiuyue’s mind, Mr. Mingyuan’s earnest teachings emerged.

——If you’re going to make a move, ensure that you not only leave no opportunity for the other party to strike back but also don’t leave too much of a mess for yourself.

And indeed, these words weren’t just talk.

Perhaps Mr. Mingyuan was the most terrifying person. Even Bai Kou hadn’t been able to see through his thoughts. From the first moment of meeting, Mr. Mingyuan had already prepared to make his move.

Imagine, someone having a harmonious conversation with you has already figured out how to dispose of the body.

She steadied Duan Mingyuan’s arm, overwhelmed by guilt.

The identity of Night Disaster could no longer be concealed.

If circumstances hadn’t forced her hand, she would have wished to confess to Mr. Mingyuan in a better way.

"Mr. Mingyuan, I was wrong."

Her pointed ears drooped, and her tail wilted too.

Duan Mingyuan rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead, "Bai Kou just mentioned that Batch 67 is important. They are still alive, and as long as they are alive, there will be a day when we see each other again."

This must be highly significant information for Jiuyue, so during the process of memory reconstruction, he deliberately skipped over Jiuyue.

"Jiuyue."

"Hmm?"

"Let’s go home."