Imperial Capital. National Security Headquarters.
Name: Ye Chen.
Age: 23.
Identity: The top figure in the pyramid of human literature.
Sect: Unknown!
Strength: Unknown.
Danger level: Unknown.
In just half an hour, Ye Chen's detailed information was placed in front of a white-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit. He was Song Ziyou!
"What's the use of giving this information to me? Other than the fact that there's more information on her resume, what's the use of the other information? " Song Ziyou looked at the information on the table and was very angry. "Why isn't there any detailed information on such a powerful person in Hua Xia's top-secret archives?! Also, who informed the reporters to catch the adulterers? "
Originally, it was to catch the adulterers. Now, it had turned into a live broadcast of a murder. He couldn't suppress this matter no matter what. Now that the news of catching adulterers had turned into a live broadcast, it had attracted the attention of the whole country. The gossip news was overshadowed by this news. In just half an hour, this news had become the number one news and video ranking list. The number of people watching it continued to increase.
"Sir, we've done our best. Through the comparison of people, this is all we can find. This person's information is only his body. There's no head or legs at all. It's as if he appeared out of thin air." Qin Shou, one of the 12 War Gods of Hua Xia, said aggrievedly.
"This matter has a serious impact on society's safety! Gather a few Guardians in Imperial Capital! I'll give you four hours, no, two hours! Catch this person for me! We can't let this person get away with it! "Song Ziyou's gaze swept across.
"Bingyu, call them if necessary!" Song Ziyou looked at Cheng Bingyu, who was closest to him on the right. "You guys go! Remember, don't cause a commotion in the crowd! "
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"We'll definitely complete the mission!"
.....
Imperial Capital, Xuanyuan Manor.
Xuanyuan Ba's face was filled with grief as he looked at an old man in a long robe, with a white beard and long hair. The old man was sitting cross-legged on a large bed and was holding onto the shoulder of Xuanyuan Tian, whose arm had been severed.
"Doctor King, do you have a way to make my grandson …" Xuanyuan Ba's eyes were bloodshot like a net, covering his pupils, as if they were the eyes of a devil, frighteningly red. A wave of tyrannical killing intent, with him as the center, filled the room, causing the atmosphere to become abnormally oppressive.
"Brother Xuanyuan, being able to regenerate your son's severed arm is already the best I can do! I am truly powerless to help your noble son. Brother Xuanyuan, please leave first. So as not to disturb me. "The King of Medicine said.
Xuanyuan Ba nodded sadly and left the room.
Seeing Xuanyuan Ba leave the room, the King of Medicine shook his head. "Xuanyuan Bufan, who was at the beginning of Foundation Establishment, is dead. Even Xuanyuan Tian, who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, was easily crippled. In this era where spiritual energy is scarce, what kind of strength does that young man have?"
Then, the King of Medicine used his secret technique, the Medical God Technique, and sent a stream of spiritual energy into Xuanyuan Tian's body. Under the effect of that stream of spiritual energy, Xuanyuan Tian's severed arm began to grow. Although the process was slow, it could still be seen clearly.
....
In the living room.
"Luo Wushuang. How did my Xuanyuan Family offend you? How could you do such a shameless thing? Don't forget, your husband is not dead, and you still have a son! " Xuanyuan Ba roared. His voice was like an angry lion, echoing throughout the living room.
"Why? Why didn't you ask clearly before provoking him! He suffered twenty years of experience and pain, just like an orphan. Why did you call him a bastard? Why … "For a moment, two lines of tears slowly fell from Luo Wushuang's eyes. She knew that when Xuanyuan Bufan scolded Ye Chen, she saw the killing intent in Ye Chen's eyes. Only then did she know that Ye Chen hated it when people called him a bastard and called him uneducated.
"Now, Bufan is dead, and he also lost an arm. Are you happy? Are you happy? " Luo Wushuang roared, "If you didn't discriminate between right and wrong, if you didn't spoil Bufan so much, would he scold people like a hooligan? If he didn't scold people, would he die? Would he! "
Luo Wushuang's roar was louder and more ear-piercing than Xuanyuan Ba's. If Xuanyuan Ba was the roar of a lion, then Luo Wushuang was the roar of a gorilla in an American movie.
Swish ~
When Xuanyuan Ba heard this, his blood-red eyes shot out two terrifying gazes, "Even now, you are still protecting him and pushing all the responsibility to Bufan and your husband! You … "
"Eight years ago, he was kicked out of the sect with all the shame and infamy. Eight years later, he will come back. He will come back with unfathomable power. He will come back for revenge." Luo Wushuang ignored Xuanyuan Ba's stare and kept talking to herself. Then, she covered her face with her hands, hugged her knees, and cried, "Why did you do this? Bufan is dead. His arm was destroyed. Even if it grew back, what could he do? He said that he wanted to destroy the Xuanyuan Family … "
"Who the hell is he!"
Luo Wushuang raised her tear-streaked pretty face and said word by word, "Xuanyuan Ling!"
Boom!
As soon as the three words fell, Xuanyuan Ba's mind seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his body instantly stiffened. Xuanyuan Ling? That trash? That's impossible. How could that trash possess such a powerful strength …?
Xuanyuan Ba couldn't believe that the young man who killed his grandson and crippled one of his son's arms in the picture was actually the grandson he used to look down on the most, Xuanyuan Ling!
....
Imperial City, Business District.
Ye Chen walked into Glamorous International with her hands behind her back.
Just as the security guards of Glamorous International were about to intercept Ye Chen, Ye Chen disappeared. When she reappeared, she was already behind the security guards of the two parties. The two security guards were standing guard, so of course, they didn't know what was on the news. However, when Ye Chen walked into Glamorous International, everyone was stunned when they saw her face.
After a short five seconds, everyone reacted and shouted, "Run!"
"The devil is here!"
"Run!"
For a moment, there was no one on the first floor of Glamorous International. Ye Chen didn't have any reaction to this. Instead, she walked slowly to the CEO's office.
....
When Ye Chen arrived at the top floor, everyone had already run away. Ye Chen went to the door of the office. Instead of knocking, she opened the door and walked in. What she saw was a woman with her head lowered. She was holding an office pen in her hand and reading some documents.
She was wearing a black professional suit from a famous brand, Chanel, which outlined her graceful and slender figure with the golden ratio of an S shape. Especially her very straight long legs wrapped in nude stockings, which looked even more well-proportioned and attractive under a pair of Christian Louboutin high heels.
Her long black hair was tied up high on her head, leaving only two strands of hair hanging by her ears. Her jet-black hair, enchanting eyes, bright cherry lips, and flawless cheeks. Everything was so perfect.
Nangong Qingcheng, 25 years old, was the helmswoman of Glamorous International, one of the top five international companies in Beijing.
When she was 18, she completed her bachelor's degree in economics and finance from the first university in Hua Xia, Beijing University. When she was 19, she entered Harvard Business School. In less than two years, she studied management, finance, postgraduate, and PhD. Finally, she graduated with a double PhD in management and finance from the American Business School. She took over the family business at the age of 20. It had been five years since then.
"Xiao Xue, why didn't you say hello when you came in?" Nangong Qingcheng said coldly, but she didn't raise her head.
"Long time no see, my best friend!" Ye Chen looked at Nangong Qingcheng and said indifferently.
When Nangong Qingcheng heard that, she raised her head and looked at the door. When their eyes met, Nangong Qingcheng asked, "Who are you!"
"You don't recognize me after seeing it? Then you should still recognize it, right? " As she said that, Ye Chen opened her palm. Then, some light that was the size of a grain of sand appeared out of thin air. More and more light appeared. Then, a blurry shadow slowly appeared in Ye Chen's palm. After a while, the shadow became solid.
"This … This is … You … Are you …"
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