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"Why are you telling me this? It seems our relationship is far from that level." After listening somewhat numbly to Yang Xiaoyou's words, Zhao Chen couldn't help but break into a bitter smile.
Although he wanted to directly dismiss this delusional idea, based on the casual way it was revealed, it seemed there was some truth to it.
He also wondered why they didn't leverage the relationship between Hive Security Company and the Chinese Empire to drag the latter into this mess, but he quickly silenced that childish thought.
For a nation as a whole, those in power likely prioritize maintaining stability above all else. Even if there were vague factors without any evidence, they would not agree to anything proposed by Hive Security Company. In fact, such rumors could potentially harm the relationship between both sides before any crisis even erupted.
Just like how earthquake monitoring agencies often measure various seismic possibilities but do not disclose them publicly, the management of such disaster-related rumors online is also extremely strict.
Once such information spreads, the resulting chaos could be catastrophic—something they simply cannot afford.
Unless it’s something like a typhoon, which can be predicted with 100% certainty, only then can early warnings be issued.
Thus, if what the other party said is true, then the current influence that Hive Security Company can rely on likely consists solely of non-state actors.
Undoubtedly, the power he currently holds can play a significant role to some extent. No matter how strong Hive Security Company is or how capable its elite members are, on this piece of land known as the Chinese Empire, their grassroots power still pales in comparison to his long-established influence.
Although he didn’t understand why the puppet master chose the Chinese Empire—a country with the weakest infiltration capabilities—as a starting point, it seemed this matter was indeed quite serious.
Zhao Chen considered himself someone who would go to any lengths to achieve his goals, yet hearing phrases like "erase all inferior genes" still sent a chill down his spine.
There were no bloody words in that statement, yet its implications were chilling to the heart.
This was not the kind of world he desired.
"Ah? That was quick. Alright, think it over. It doesn't matter whether you spread this news or not; after all, things can't get any worse. If you come to a conclusion, feel free to find me anytime. I have some personal matters to attend to. Once I'm done, I'll probably need to find some additional support. Well then, goodbye."
After standing up and waving his left hand, Yang Xiaoyou hugged her plaster and walked into the stairwell while pulling out her phone. She saw a message from Huang Ling indicating that everything was ready.
This made Yang Xiaoyou quite satisfied; indeed, most had chosen some common materials and obscure ones that could be gathered quickly. It was worth it for her to provide them with a list of some drug formulas from Hive Security Company. In times like these, they really showed their effectiveness.
No matter what, if he were to let his arm recover naturally, he would miss the final moment and wouldn't be able to face the Yandere Sister in peak condition. Even with the resonance and enhancement brought by Dragon Qi, and sufficient support from magical artifacts, it would likely be impossible to shake the opponent's long-prepared arrangements.
Due to the nature of Spirit Realm's area attacks, the only person suitable to stand directly in front of her was himself.
Now, he could only endure some hardship and take a shortcut.
By relying on a large amount of medicine to continuously provide effects and supplementing nutrition, he aimed to accelerate the regeneration of his arm. Just thinking about the pain from a past experience made his scalp tingle.
If it weren't necessary, he would have preferred to wait for natural recovery.
However, just as he was wandering downstairs to get the medicine, Yang Xiaoyou saw a commotion at the stairwell. The source of the disturbance was Feng Lin, who stood there in a Miko Outfit with a serene expression, completely unconcerned about the gazes around her.
She resembled a girl straight out of an anime, seemingly forming a natural landscape in that place. The boys nearby could only watch from a distance; no one dared to approach.
Seeing that familiar figure, Yang Xiaoyou felt an impulse to facepalm. Why wasn't this girl with Menglu? She had come alone when she usually confirmed their coordinates through phone calls with Menglu.
If he wasn't careful and she appeared like this right in front of him, it would truly be a major incident.
Sure enough, just as Yang Xiaoyou was preparing to sneak up the stairs quietly, a familiar fragrance wafted through the air. The stunning red-and-white figure appeared at the staircase entrance as he turned around.
After standing still, her clothes fluttered as if dancing like a butterfly, eliciting gasps from those around her.
However, Feng Lin's breathtaking appearance inadvertently masked her own agility and instead helped Yang Xiaoyou attract some unwanted attention.
"Ah, what a coincidence," Yang Xiaoyou said with a forced smile as he noticed her staring blankly at his injured arm.
He quickly changed the subject. "Where's Menglu? Things haven't been very peaceful lately; it's better to stay close to her."
"The uncle came to see her," Feng Lin replied succinctly and calmly. Then she tilted her head slightly and tapped his plastered arm with the hilt of her sword, seemingly asking for clarification.
"Unexpectedly, I ran into some trouble while restocking. It's nothing serious; I've prepared all the herbs. I'm going to pick them up now and aim to have everything ready within two weeks," Yang Xiaoyou said, guessing that a certain uncle had come to check on his daughter, and she began to address the issues at hand.
Fortunately, for someone trained in martial arts, injuries were quite common. The thick plaster on Yang Xiaoyou's arm concealed the true condition of her injury, and Feng Lin couldn't immediately assess its severity.
Feng Lin awkwardly pulled out a crumpled form from her pocket and clumsily held it up with a pen, gesturing towards Yang Xiaoyou's hands. "With your right hand like this, it seems difficult to write."
Although her expression remained neutral on the surface, it seemed that this situation still annoyed her. She casually tossed the pen aside and thought for a moment before stuffing the form back into her pocket.
Seeing the familiar content of the form, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but smile wryly. It appeared that the aftereffects from last time wouldn't be easily resolved.
Meanwhile, Meng Lu was entangled with a certain daughter complex, which kept Feng Lin occupied. Naturally, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't shake her off either, so she had no choice but to take her along to the herbal shop at Huang Ling's house.
As for traditional Chinese medicine, although she had quickly brushed up on it, it still felt somewhat forced compared to Feng Lin's extensive knowledge in this area.
Feng Ji, Feng Lin, and Luo Guohui had reached a level where their understanding of herbal remedies for body conditioning had almost become a passive skill. Bringing Meng Lu along for guidance wasn't a bad idea after all.
Moreover, she needed to find a way to prevent this girl from revealing her injury to Meng Lu, lest that girl overreact.
In the future, it would be better to keep things under wraps and not wait until it was too late... before everything fell apart.
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