Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 703 Welcome Home, Shocked [1st update]

Chapter 703: 703 Welcome Home, Shocked [1st update]

Dean Yuan’s arrest was a sudden event, catching even Dean Mans off guard.

If it weren’t for Ye Wanlan’s timely help this time, Dean Yuan’s life would have been taken.

For Yeh Xingli, as long as Dean Yuan is alive, regardless of where he is, he can feel at ease.

"Having the Yunjing Research Institute pick him up is because it offers the best confidentiality," Ye Wanlan smiled slightly. "I think, Old Yuan wants to retire to Shenzhou; when he does, he should go to Fengyuan. Xingli told me that Old Yuan also loves Zither, Go, Calligraphy, and Painting, but has never had the opportunity. Fengyuan would be a wonderful place for him."

Christine was momentarily stunned: "If that’s possible, indeed, it would be excellent."

The plane was still flying smoothly and had already left the airspace of the Global Center.

Only then did Ye Wanlan have a moment to sit down and eat something to replenish her energy.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she asked abruptly, "Still no news of Estelle?"

"None." Christine frowned slightly, "In the past, when doing business with the Wanguo Group, she was almost always present, but in these past two years, I haven’t seen her even once."

The Wanguo Group is the largest commercial empire in the world; even the three top luxury brands, which rake in over billions annually, are nothing compared to the Wanguo Group.

As the CTO of Wanguo Group, Estelle Rubinstein holds a very important responsibility.

Though she usually stays behind the scenes, she has never disappeared for this long.

Christine saw Ye Wanlan silent and asked, "Ah Lan, do you suspect... she’s in trouble?"

"I can’t rule out that possibility." Ye Wanlan muttered, "It’s not just the Global Center; the entire world is already in chaos."

Natural disasters and human calamities, the Atlantians stirring, plus the mysterious Time Administration Bureau...

Even she, at times, felt utterly exhausted.

"Just tell me, and I’ll follow your lead." Christine stretched lazily, "I don’t like using my brain too much; I save my mental energy for earning money."

"Then let’s take a nap first." Ye Wanlan took out her sleep mask, "The sky is vast, but sleep is the most important."

Christine chuckled, "You sleep; I’ll handle some work affairs."

**

The Heaven-reaching Tower has already issued orders, requiring the International Strategic Studies Institute to cooperate in arresting Yuan Yiming and those who rescued him.

This way, everyone at the International Strategic Studies Institute is aware of the matter.

"Old Yuan betrayed the Global Center? That’s impossible! Could it be a misjudgment?"

"Alas, how could the Heaven-reaching Tower make such a mistake? Old Yuan is truly muddled! How can Shenzhou compare to us here?"

"Hiss... The Heaven-reaching Tower suggests that there’s a ninety percent likelihood the jailbreak involved the People of Shenzhou; this is a conspiracy!"

Due to Modi’s instructions, all of Dean Yuan’s experiments and authorities were transferred to Yeh Xingli.

Yeh Xingli, expressionless, took the insignia of the Mechanical Weapons Institute Director from Dean Mans’ hands.

"Congratulations." Dean Mans patted his shoulder, "After becoming a director, the next step is the chief dean."

Yeh Xingli suddenly raised his head, "Dean Mans?"

"I have something to ask you." Dean Mans replied, "Come with me."

Yeh Xingli furrowed his brows but still followed.

Only when they entered a secret chamber did Dean Mans stop, "Xingli, honestly, tell me, where is Old Yuan now?"

Yeh Xingli froze, "Dean Mans, I really don’t know; I was as overwhelmed by the N District issues as you were, and only found out about the teacher’s predicament upon returning."

"Here, there won’t be a third person, nor any surveillance," Dean Mans said solemnly. "You saw it too; the Heaven-reaching Tower sent Modi here today. If next time they send other leaders..."

Yeh Xingli felt a chill in his heart.

He already learned from Christine the names of the nine leaders under the Sky Tower Master.

Moreover, it seemed that the reason it was nine leaders wasn’t just correlating with the nine angels of mythology, but more likely corresponding to the nine lords under the Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

It’s also said the Sky Tower Master greatly admired the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, even specially purchasing books related to him.

During a Roundtable Conference, he once marveled how a Supreme Martial Arts Master, fighting through mountains of corpses and seas of blood by sheer force alone, could truly be known as Jianghu’s No.1.

"These nine leaders, even I have yet to see them all." Dean Mans spoke gravely, "I’ve only met Modi and Waye, and in the corresponding mythologies, both possess formidable powers."

Yeh Xingli pursed his lips and suddenly asked, "Dean Mans, have you prepared yourself to oppose the Heaven-reaching Tower?"

This time it was Dean Mans’ heart that skipped a beat; he was shocked, "What are you saying?"

"You saw it too, how the Heaven-reaching Tower doesn’t care about human lives." Yeh Xingli fixed his gaze on him. "Since you chose to ask me about this, I suspect you already have the answer in your heart."

"Alas, they say your emotional intelligence is low, but your insight is indeed terrifying." Dean Mans chuckled bitterly, "It seems we all have our answers."

Yeh Xingli laughed, "Yes, we all do."

He knew Dean Mans would stand against the Heaven-reaching Tower.

Dean Mans also knew that Dean Yuan being rescued had something to do with Yeh Xingli, who was unharmed.

That was enough.

"It’s evening; let me treat you to dinner," Dean Mans checked the time, "Let’s go."

"What a surprise, Dean Mans." Yeh Xingli raised an eyebrow, "My teacher often said you’re as stingy as a rooster, refusing to part with a single feather, and today you’re treating me to dinner?"

"Utter nonsense!" Dean Mans shouted angrily, "I have always been generous to my students; go ask Nero if you don’t believe me!"

"I believe, I believe." Yeh Xingli maintained a straight face, "I’m looking forward to the feast."

**

The plane pierced through the clouds, sunlight scattering down.

[You are now above Shenzhou, welcome home.]

The mechanical female voice sounded noticeably comforting and gentle.

Ye Wanlan opened her eyes, sunlight streaming in through the window.

Seeing the sun once again over the Shenzhou Land Continent felt like a long time had passed.

"There’s four more hours until the plane lands in Yunjing," Christine handed over a glass of water, "you can rest more."

"I’ve rested enough." Ye Wanlan smiled, "Don’t underestimate my recovery speed. How’s the International Strategic Studies Institute going?"

Christine glanced at the chat records in the group: "Yeh Xingli has made things clear with Dean Mans."

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan squinted her eyes, taking the phone to look, "For him to ask such a question, it’s quite unexpected."

"Old Yuan was captured even after making such significant contributions to the Global Center. How could the executives at the International Strategic Studies Institute not all feel threatened?" Christine said mildly, "Dean Mans is indeed sometimes indecisive but is a righteous man."

"That’s good news." Ye Wanlan nodded, "But sadly, the International Strategic Studies Institute is not entirely united."

Even Dean Mans, as the chief dean, couldn’t control people’s hearts.

Christine agreed, "I’ve been clearing the internal threats of the World’s First Bank and the Constant Family; other places are left to other group members."

"Not bad." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "Shenzhou, leave it to me."

At two in the afternoon, Yunjing Research Institute.

"Wasn’t Wanlan at the Global Center? How come she came back in less than half a month?" Professor Yuwen was somewhat puzzled.

"No idea." Academician Wu shook his head, "But Wanlan mentioned confidentiality; it must be something major."

Their expressions turned serious as they prepared to receive the plane with the 723 Bureau members.

Professor Yuwen was also pondering what could have caused Ye Wanlan to suddenly return home.

Ten minutes later, wind howled as an unassuming-looking plane landed on this barren land.

The cabin door opened, and Professor Yuwen hastily approached: "Wanlan, this is..."

The next moment, his expression changed dramatically, exclaiming aloud, "Mr. Yuan?!"