It was nine o 'clock in the morning in Ti City. Yan Yongbo hurried from the Bitter Reef Laboratory to the central CBD of Ti City, harboring a terrible impression and mood towards the shoddy researchers and so-called experts.
It just so happened to be rush hour. The crowded flow of people and cars shuttled back and forth between the ground, the sky, and the buildings of the city. They were like bacteria breeding in a giant can. Under the monotonous mode of survival, there was a hidden restless power that could erupt and multiply at any time.
Yan Yongbo was among them, but he quickly withdrew himself.
He turned off the live broadcast, got out of the car, and entered a certain skyscraper. Under the guidance of his secretary, who was already waiting at the door, he took a private elevator and quickly went up to the top floor of the building, where the lighting was the best.
Even in the central CBD, this was one of the highest points. The terrain, money, and power isolated the vast majority of the clamor. Yan Yongbo felt as if he had climbed out of a rotten can. It was as if he only needed to take one step and he would be able to completely escape …. Then, he would throw the can into the trash can.
Unfortunately, this was just an illusion brought about by his manic emotions.
If psychological factors were excluded, this place could be called an excellent scenery. Looking down from a high vantage point, he could see the coastline not far away. He could see the seascape at the edge of the bustling area of the city until he exhausted his eyesight and blended into the grayish-blue in the distance.
But if he wanted to find the most valuable target on the coastline of Ti City, even with the vision of an Extraordinary, he might not be able to see through the disturbance of light in the atmosphere and see the actual scene.
But ….
Yan Yongbo's eyeballs turned slowly. There were two projection areas in the room, and they displayed clear images. One of them was displaying a young and familiar face in high-definition pixels.
The corners of his eyes twitched. He didn't want to see it at all, but he had no other choice. He could only try his best to remain calm.
But when he saw the real-time image cut out from the other projection area, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Yan Yongbo pursed his lips and turned his face to the side.
He would rather look at the kid Luo Nan than greet the person over there. Then again, the person on the other side was chattering endlessly. It seemed as if they didn't notice him.
But the owner of the room pulled his gaze away from the projection area and laughed at him. "Just in time. You father and son have met. Want a cup? "
Director Mou raised the iced coffee in his hand and gestured from afar.
The world's "strongest" businessman was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, baggy hemp trousers, and thin slippers. Leaning against the edge of the huge desk, he looked like he was living in the summer, but also like he had not extricated himself from the holiday life on the equatorial island. He did not fit in with the layout of the room.
"Thank you. Water is fine."
"Hot water or ice water?"
"Ice."
Naturally, a secretary was in charge of fulfilling such a small request. Bland mountain spring water was quickly sent over.
This wasn't the first time Director Mou and Yan Yongbo met. Yan Yongbo's role in the Apocalypse Laboratory had changed recently, so Director Mou didn't regard Yan Yongbo as an outsider. "You're researching the little toy that Luo Nan brought?"
"Hmm, let's see what he's up to."
Yan Yongbo could feel that this person probably had the same feeling as him when he said these boring words.
The current spokesperson for the video conference was too noisy.
That old man of his had not made any progress in the past few years. He would never be able to grasp the main point.
Yan Hong, who was participating in the video conference, was particularly excited at this moment because he was the first to grasp the big secret that was exposed in the live broadcast.
"That's right! Luo Nan is Mr. Mo!"
Hood's words were effective. Luo Nan's subconscious answer was the biggest flaw. Hood had never met him before. The one who was communicating with Hood was that so-called 'Mr. Mo' back in Ban City!
"Aha! Everyone else has been led astray. That female streamer and the higher-ups of the Bloodflame Order are proof of this!
"I knew it. How could an Extraordinary suddenly jump out from this world?"
The live broadcast at Zeolite Beach happened to coincide with the short exchange between Luo Nan and Hood. The few people present at the scene didn't seem to feel that anything was wrong.
And the many participants in the remote video conference were quite indifferent towards this … … Of course, Yan Hong lacked sensitivity towards these things.
Luo Nan began to arrange the specific work. His voice was stable, concise, and clear.
The only disturbance was Yan Hong's loud and clear voice. Yan Hong's limbs were dancing in joy.
Yan Yongbo felt that his old man's current appearance was largely due to Luo Nan's speech on reconstructing Formatting Theory with four terminals and four levels. Yan Hong was overly stressed.
Yan Hong strongly criticized Luo Nan's current behavior. "What a deliberately mystifying fellow … …"
"Dr. Yan."
Finally, someone couldn't help but speak up. "I called you over because you're the founder of the Archetype Format Theory. You're an expert in the aspect of Burner modification technology. We need you to clarify some of the technical aspects. I believe that there will be more professional people to analyze the other fields."
"But … …"
Yan Hong originally wanted to defend himself, but it was unknown which big shot was looking at him. His face turned a bit stiff. He paused for a moment before opening his mouth again. His voice had already lowered by at least two octaves.
"Yes, I understand."
The world suddenly became much quieter. Luo Nan's voice when he arranged the tasks became all the clearer. The meaning was clear. But soon, because of the issue of the version and authorization, it became a bit confusing.
Whether it was those present or those watching the live broadcast, it was hard to avoid doubt.
Among the participants, someone said, "The Dynamo Core product has already been developed to the seventh generation. The difference in authority between the previous and current versions is too complicated. It doesn't seem good … … What does Deep Blue plan on doing?"
Yan Hong was quite familiar with these things. "The current setup is quite clear. Even though there are many types and versions due to the different trends of development laboratories, production departments, and commercial secondary development, the permissions are still clearly divided into three categories: basic permissions, application permissions, and experimental permissions. "
"The basic category consists of the first and second generation. The application category consists of the third, fourth, and fifth generation. The experimental category consists of the sixth and seventh generation. The ratio of the three has been strictly calculated to ensure that a balance can be found between application safety and technological advancement. "
This was a struggle between money and control.
Yan Yongbo's lips curled. He didn't even look over there. He just watched the conversation between Luo Nan, Hood, and Shi Xinhe on the beach. To be more precise, it was a one-sided indoctrination.
He was quite interested in some of the new terms.
Standard … … array?
The debate in the video conference continued. Someone brought up another point. If the military's AB Team was included, then there would be more than just three types of permissions.
This was a common topic. Yan Hong said, "We've been communicating and coordinating all this time. This involves cooperation and transfer of technology. There are also some issues of cost and profit. After all, the Deep Blue project is a self-operated entity. We need to give returns to the shareholders … … "
This was far from a technical issue, but there was no way around it. This was the domain that Yan Hong was currently most proficient in. So his voice unconsciously grew louder.
This continued until a certain participant interrupted him once more.
"You've been talking for a long time. Are you sure that Luo Nan's experiment can't continue?"
"Of course!" Yan Hong's answer was decisive and decisive.
Right now on the live broadcast, Luo Nan was asking Shi Xinhe to construct a formatted space. Shi Xinhe revealed a difficult expression.
Yan Hong laughed as he watched. He became even more proactive. He used a machine-gun like speed to explain the technical background to the participant, piercing through the broken logic beneath Luo Nan's calm face.
"The authority barriers formed by the different generations of products are determined by both the Dynamo Core's architecture and the direction of the human body's transformation. Every iteration from the basic to the advanced level needs to break through these two barriers … … And every time it's completed, these barriers will become more solid!"
"Under this major premise, there is a bit of research value in going from top to bottom. On the other hand, you want the lower level of permissions to cross two or even four barriers to pull in the higher level permissions to complete a highly coordinated unification of the formatted space. Isn't this a joke?"
"There is no meaning in this!"
Yan Hong's resounding mood and tone formed an effect similar to an aria.
He pointed at the live broadcast screen, his aura soaring like a rainbow. "Take this researcher for example. You can tell with a single glance that he has only undergone elementary modifications. At most, he possesses Type II authority, which is the application-type authority. Wanting him to be the axis to unify Hood with experimental type authority is simply insane. This also exposes Luo Nan's ignorance towards Burners and the Deep Blue Platform..."
On the beach, Luo Nan signaled to Shi Xinhe to release the Format of Fire. Shi Xinhe's expression was truly indescribable. And in the eyes of the people watching the live broadcast, there was a bit of a comical look.
And so, the participants began to freely discuss under the background sound of Yan Hong's chattering.
"If this experiment can't continue, then what are we watching the live broadcast for?"
"Deep Blue and Tianqi need to give authorization. They need Hood to cooperate."
"They also need to notify the military to follow up." "It looks like it's quite chaotic … … But if there's no chaos, there won't be money!"
Yan Yongbo listened to the somewhat chaotic discussion. His gaze stayed on the live broadcast from beginning to end, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously perked up.
"Cheers to the endless stream of profits!" Director Mou suddenly raised the cup of coffee in his hand and burst into laughter. He smashed the somewhat out of shape atmosphere of the conference to pieces.
The vast majority of the other participants gave him face, echoing him with a few laughs.
In the end, Mou Zhong even raised his cup towards Yan Yongbo, and Yan Yongbo could only respond. He symbolically dabbed his lips with water to conceal his ridiculing expression.
Right now, Luo Nan was like giving a demonstration to a child. He was afraid that Shi Xinhe wouldn't understand, so he took the initiative to extend his hand.
Yan Hong's volume and tone had already recovered to its peak.
"Burners are essentially the product of a combination of a highly conceptualized configuration and a highly idealized state of the natural human body. It is precisely because of the conceptualization that every new generation is a great change in design thinking. It is precisely because of the idealization that the human body will be modified with harsh requirements in terms of the body and technology. The 'regulations' of the two are the most solid foundation of Burner modification technology. They are also the most powerful barriers. They cannot be … … "
In the next second, the faint white glow of the flame streaked across the bottom of Yan Yongbo's eyes and cheeks under the double refraction of the glass and clear water.
He was startled for a moment. The mountain spring water had clearly soaked his lips, penetrating with a cool air. But at this moment, a scorching sensation and a burning sensation smacked him without the slightest scruple.
It was as if Yan Yongbo had been scalded. He reflexively moved the cup back, but his movements were too large. He wasn't able to place the cup properly, and the water droplets in the half-full cup splashed out, splashing onto the front of his shirt.
But Yan Yongbo didn't make any superfluous movements. He just maintained the posture of the cup splashing to his chest. He stared fixedly at the projection area, stared at the live broadcast, and stared at the cluster of weak yet clear flames in the palm of Luo Nan's hand. The flames possessed a unique sense of light.
After a short period of chaos, the sound in his ears became exceptionally clear. Within the entire room, within the entire remote conference scene, only Yan Hong's voice could be heard. He screamed in a trembling manner:
"No, no … …"
Yan Hong probably wanted to say something along the lines of 'impossible'. But under the sudden impact, this creator of the Archetype Format, the authoritative expert in the field of Burner modification, was like an old repeater. After getting stuck twice, he began to repeat on the verge of collapse:
"Unstoppable! Unstoppable! Unstoppable … … "
Yan Hong's vocal cords had already lost the ability to vibrate by the third time.
He didn't make any other movements. His body's functions were already locked to a dead stop. He only had an empty gaze that swept across the chaotic and crisscrossing images of space. It was as if he wanted to hook onto something and maintain the most basic of balance.
This was the first time Yan Yongbo looked straight at the scene of the video conference ever since he entered this room. He looked at his old dad, who was using the most absurd and ridiculous method to grab everyone's attention … …
But who would care about a hoarse old man shouting at the top of his lungs when a truly dazzling character was standing in front of him?
Was this the fate of a lifetime?
The gazes of the father and son interweaved and intersected. Perhaps there was some communication … … But even Yan Yongbo himself wasn't so sure.
Yan Hong's eyes flipped up in the next second. He fell backward, completely falling out of the range of the camera.
The corners of Yan Yongbo's eyes twitched a bit, but his face remained expressionless. He shifted his gaze once more. And when he looked at the drawing of the live broadcast once more, the young man, who had a matter-of-fact attitude from start to finish, finally twisted the muscles of his face. The blood vessels in the corners of his eyes suddenly swelled, weaving into a dense net.
Director Mou raised his eyebrows.
He just happened to see a blazing white flame that was far more solid than the one Luo Nan had demonstrated burst forth from the palm of Yan Yongbo's hand. It brushed across the body of the cup he was holding.
The walls of the cup cracked and the clear water boiled. The water either flowed or evaporated in the span of a single breath. The cup was empty.
Yan Yongbo felt Director Mou's gaze and turned to look at him. Their faces met. Half a second later, Yan Yongbo's eyes drooped down under the pressure of this extraordinary power. He gently placed the glass cup that could shatter at any time on the edge of the office desk. Then he bowed:
"I've been impolite. My father's body isn't feeling well. Please allow me to go and make some inquiries."
"Unfortunately, he's at a critical moment … … I understand. Please help yourself." Director Mou raised the already empty cup once more. This could be considered sending Yan Yongbo off. He was very certain that Yan Yongbo wouldn't return to this room.
And right when Yan Yongbo pulled open the door and walked out, the sound of intermittent gasps, startled cries, and even curses rang out in the remote conference room.
Yan Yongbo's movements paused for a bit. In the end, he didn't turn his head. He walked out with large strides.
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