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Chapter 149 - 124 Clear and Obvious Lies

Chapter 149: Chapter 124 Clear and Obvious Lies

Hmm... sound waves or light waves?

That does indeed seem like a highly likely trigger for a widespread outbreak of madness disease.

The conditions set in this speculation are a bit outdated now; the trigger range is no longer in the thousands of kilometers but in the tens of thousands.

That even San Francisco suddenly erupted with madness disease at least proves that, in an extremely short period of time, nearly half of Earth was affected.

This is undoubtedly the worst-case scenario.

If it were just a single city or a specific region experiencing an outbreak of madness disease, even if it was as contagious as a zombie and could spread through the air,

all that would be needed would be a day or two of response time. With the weapon and biochemical protection technology of 2043, extinguishing the madness disease shouldn’t be difficult.

But if there is a simultaneous global outbreak, then the damage caused is incomparable.

The speed of light is approximately 300,000 kilometers per second. If it were indeed some kind of man-made light source, then just a few points of origin could indeed reach every corner of Earth instantly.

But the first time was in my own yard, the second and third times I was obviously indoors, and still, I was affected.

Nobody in the book mentioned any noticeable change in the light before the mutation occurred.

Could it be invisible light like ultraviolet that even reinforced concrete can’t block?

I can’t figure it out.

As for sound waves...

The speed of sound is too slow, and ordinary sound waves attenuate to some extent.

To trigger with sound waves, unless there is a large-scale construction of amplification devices around the world, but is that possible?

Surely someone would have noticed such a significant undertaking? Could it be that some powerful anti-human organization has been planning a doomsday scenario? That’s just insane!

Hmm, it’s only necessary to pay attention to whether there were any large-scale constructions of suspicious sound sources before 2043.

Maybe exposing them could prevent the apocalypse?

This kind of global catastrophe, to say it happened under natural conditions, Meng Lang would never believe.

He is more inclined to think that it’s an act of self-destruction within humanity itself.

After all, Earth people have a tendency to court disaster, with a growing trend each year—who knows who might have actually succeeded by 2043?

Isn’t living well enough?

Meng Lang holds an extreme hatred for any potential mastermind behind the scenes.

The world is just so unfair.

Some people live well and yet spend their days pondering why people should live at all.

While others, merely living is already requiring their utmost effort...

...

Zhongnan Building, headquarters of the Xu Group.

"Bang!" A crystal ornament was fiercely slammed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Gao Yuan..."

Xu Jingsong’s face was somber.

He had hoped to see the other party embarrassed and defeated, but instead, he was the one outshone.

Cui Jizhong cautiously glanced at Xu Jingsong’s expression.

"Mr. Xu, it seems we’ve all underestimated that woman.

As the old bosses, the Xu family’s influence on Changqing Biological hasn’t faded yet.

The incident that happened at Changqing Biological this morning was reported to me in great detail by the afternoon.

"I didn’t expect that they would do such a thorough cleaning of Changqing Biological in this manner, without any regard for the possible chaos it could cause to the company.

Now that most of the management has been replaced, our remaining influence on Changqing Biological will also be greatly weakened.

The rest, having witnessed that woman’s methods, whether they will continue to stand with us is also an unknown."

"Hmph! A bunch of fair-weather friends, I never counted on them lasting long.

I just didn’t expect that these idiots wouldn’t even hold out for a day, a bunch of useless trash!"

"So... what do we do next?"

"What did Jiang Wenmin say?"

"He’s in hot water now, he doesn’t have the guts to openly defy Gao Yuan.

No one knows what she’s thinking, leaving Jiang Wenmin behind of all people. It’s unclear if it’s naivety or if she has another purpose.

But that woman is indeed watertight, forcing Jiang Wenmin to write a letter of remorse. It would be easy for her to deal with him with just a word."

"Such an idiot, can’t even wipe his own ass clean!" Xu Jingsong cursed.

But as much as he cursed, he still needed to use the man.

"He doesn’t dare to rebel openly, but what about behind the scenes? Tell him I’ve taken care of that matter, and I’ll keep his position in the Xu Group open for him.

Even if he goes to jail, when he comes out, he’ll still be the general manager!"

"Understood, Mr. Xu!"

Xu Jingsong’s expression didn’t ease up much.

For some reason, hearing today about all of Gao Yuan’s maneuvers, he had an inexplicable feeling of ’letting the tiger return to the mountain’.

His instinct told him that this woman would likely bring him more trouble in the future...

He must take advantage of her instability and nip this potential threat in the bud!

"Arrange a meeting with Chairman Lu for me, tell him I’ll treat him to dinner at Lake Bay Club tonight."

"Yes!"

...

The next morning, Meng Lang packed his luggage and descended the stairs with his suitcase.

Today was the last day of the Qingming holiday, as well as the day Meng Lang would return to Su City.

For safety’s sake, he had booked a high-speed train ticket for 2 p.m.

The painful lessons taught Meng Lang to always check for updates before setting off on a long trip!

Because the only thing worse than a supertime derailment... is a train derailment...

Although the chances were slim, Meng Lang reminded himself after numerous bloody lessons not to give fate a chance!

Brothers, at times like this, it’s every man for himself...

Outside in the yard, his mom, who was stuffing bags with various items, turned around in confusion when she heard the noise.

"You’ve packed so early."

"Yeah! I didn’t want to overburden you, Mom, so I came down early to help make lunch."

"Sweet-talking as always, always trying to please your mom. If you’re so capable, bring home a daughter-in-law for me to meet!"

Mom laughed and gave him a sidelong glace before zipping up her duffle bag.

"Here! Don’t just eat takeout and instant noodles all the time over there. I know you can’t cook, so I prepared some food for you."

"You call this ’some’?" Meng Lang said helplessly, eyeing the bulging, obviously heavy duffle bag.

"There’s also some local produce meant as gifts for your friends. After all, they were kind enough to send you gifts, you should reciprocate, right?

By the way, I never asked you, is your friend a man or a woman?

The gift they sent was so delicate and thoughtful; it doesn’t seem like something a man would prepare."

Mom’s intuition was as sharp as ever, not unlike the paparazzi.

"A woman, as stunning as a celebrity, a high-level executive earning thirty thousand a month, single and unwed, of marriageable age. I figure she might well be your future daughter-in-law."

Meng Lang seriously spoiled the details.

"Go ahead! Can’t you say something reliable for once?"

Well, there you have it—an affinity for lies in this world...

Meng Lang resignedly rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

People often favor answers they believe to be expected, classifying all other replies as lies.

Little do they know, behind the clearly articulated lies, lies an obscure and difficult truth...