World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 485 - 366 Beelu’s Secret (Extra for 100 Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 485: Chapter 366 Beelu’s Secret (Extra for 100 Monthly Tickets)

Zhang Xiaoman’s Escort Ship could no longer head home, so it was parked at the airport on the open ground outside.

Fortunately, when Tang Xueke had designed it, he specifically reserved several large positions, ensuring that his spaceship would have a place to dock.

However, when it comes to space-level escort ships like this one, they’re usually docked in space under normal circumstances.

But then, the spacecraft would need to constantly operate in Hidden mode; otherwise, it could easily be detected by satellites, which would greatly deplete the batteries.

In order to extend its service life, Zhang Xiaoman still chose to bring the ship back. After all, there was a place to park it here, which also made it conveniently accessible at any time.

However, this attracted the craftsmen group, who ran over after dinner to gawk at the ship.

Although they couldn’t enter with the door locked, they seemed quite content just standing outside, looking on.

After noticing this situation, Zhang Xiaoman smiled helplessly but still opened the door, allowing them to visit a few specific areas inside to satisfy their curiosity.

He himself returned to the Original Realm to continue his cultivation of Dark Energy.

He hadn’t fully mastered the Magic Gift Package he’d obtained a couple of days ago, and he still held out hope that the Recovery Spell it contained might heal Lin Sisi’s eyes.

...

America, New York City, Hat Brim District.

The local time was 3:13 AM.

It was now the wee hours when most people had gone to bed, except for some who preferred to revel at night; most others were deep in sleep.

At this time, the human brain is in a deep sleep, rapidly recovering energy and preparing for the new day.

However, inside the police station of Hat Brim District, it was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Beelu, rubbing his sleepy eyes, walked out of the main doors of the police station, grumbling about something and occasionally turning to give a stern finger to someone across the way to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Damn cops, I haven’t been doing drugs lately, and they dare treat me like this. If it weren’t for... I would have had my lawyer sue you all long ago!"

Since Zhang Xiaoman and Aaron departed the previous night, he got picked up by the backup police officers and was taken back to the station for questioning about the day’s events.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one who was brought in.

Many residents of the building were also taken, one by one, to inquire about the recent rumors in the apartment or the graffiti downstairs.

Beelu had even mocked the students who lived on the first floor, suggesting they were in for trouble now, as the mess inside the apartment was their handiwork.

What he hadn’t anticipated, though, was just as he was about to be let go, two more people came in and resumed questioning him about the entire incident.

Like before, Beelu insisted that he had been at home watching TV the whole time, unaware of what happened downstairs, having only faintly heard the gunshots but not going down to check.

He didn’t understand why he did it; perhaps it was because the mysterious Mage had told him to keep secret everything he saw today before leaving.

But deep down, what worried him more was the mysterious Magic Scroll given to him by the other party, which he now hid under his bed.

If I just spill the truth like this, surely this precious treasure will immediately be snatched away by this bunch of greedy folks!

And so, Beelu hid the truth. In his eyes, by helping his Excellency the Mage keep the secret today, he was also helping himself secure the treasure.

In the future, whether to use it, sell it for money, or even use it as a token to find them again, it was all an extremely exciting prospect.

He believed that if the great personage knew about all this, they would surely praise him for his staunch adherence to his word.

Maybe, they would be extremely grateful for his actions and would consequently pull him into that mysterious world as well?

Beelu’s heart couldn’t help but burst with a series of wonderful imaginations.

However, what he didn’t know was that Zhang Xiaoman’s instruction to keep it a secret was merely a casual remark.

For someone who had already acquired the Shadow Lord’s ability, there was no need to worry about others finding out and tracing things back to him.

As for Aaron, so what if he was exposed? According to the kid’s way of thinking, he didn’t want to go back to the past anyway; the Star Alliance would be his home from here on out.

At the time, facing those two serious-faced middle-aged men, Beelu felt a sudden panic in the depths of his heart.

But he still managed to maintain his composure as much as possible and recited the story he had prepared in advance.

Who would’ve thought, the interrogation went on for a full 5 hours; by the end, Beelu couldn’t even recall how many questions had been asked—he was about to be thoroughly investigated down to the brand of his underwear.

However, Beelu was proud that he hadn’t succumbed to their fatigue tactics. He clenched his teeth and maintained that he knew nothing about the matter.

In the end, it seemed like they had no choice but to let him go.

"Hehe, they all act so serious, but what’s the result? They still have to let me go obediently. Dream on if they think they can covet my stuff, no way, no way, I’ll have to find a new place to store it when I get back, it’s too dangerous to just keep it under the bed..."

Muttering to himself, Beelu walked out of the police station, his attention shifting from the prolonged questioning to that mysterious magic scroll hidden in his home.

Behind him, two middle-aged men in suits were watching his receding figure through the window.

"Jonathan, what do you think about this man, and what are your plans moving forward?"

The question came from a Caucasian middle-aged man who stood around six foot three inches tall. His light yellow hair was neatly combed, exuding a unique noble aura.

"His lying skills are terrible, Lune. I believe you saw that too. The kid is deliberately hiding something. I guess you let him go on purpose to catch a bigger fish down the line?"

At his side, a plain-looking middle-aged man said.

He wore glasses and looked about seven or eight years younger than his distinguished colleague, roughly in his early forties.

"Hahaha, Jonathan, you truly are an expert in psychology. I can’t hide anything from you," the man known as Lune replied. His smile had a unique charm; if some women who liked handsome older men saw it, they would find it irresistible.

"Alright, Lune, stop teasing me. With those tricks of yours, I reckon anyone from the station could guess what’s going on, except for that naive kid who is still in the dark..."

Facing his colleague’s mockery, Jonathan adjusted his glasses and shook his head with a somewhat helpless smile.