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"Unless you want to end up like this glass," Zhang Liang said, gripping a glass wine cup tightly in his palm before crushing it into pieces.
The sharp shards of glass did not cut through his calloused palm. If he had done this outside, it would have surely earned him some applause.
At that moment, he glared at Yang Xiaoyou, who sat across from him with lifeless eyes, and spoke with a fierce tone.
Despite the intimidating atmosphere he tried to project, there was still a hint of unease in his eyes, as if these actions were merely a way to bolster his own courage.
For some reason, looking at the seemingly harmless and refined youth in front of him triggered an instinctive sense of crisis within him. His father had always praised his beast-like intuition, and thinking about the rumors surrounding Yang made his heart race.
Could it be that there was some special drug or other means involved? If he truly found himself in a predicament, perhaps it would be better to just end it all right there.
The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt. In today's world, mere strength was not enough; even his powerful father had been forced to flee the country in the end.
He began to fidget with his hands, adopting a defensive posture as he retreated into his room and slammed the door shut behind him.
Besides the sound of the door locking, one could hear heavy furniture being moved inside—he must have been blocking the door with something substantial.
This exaggerated reaction caused Yang Xiaoyou, who had been feeling somewhat downcast, to relax a bit; this fellow was quite amusing. Although he appeared fierce and unruly, there was still a hint of innocence beneath it all.
Moreover, Zhang Liang's attitude towards his childhood friend left Yang Xiaoyou with a good first impression. He shrugged and began to raid the refrigerator for food. Despite his notorious reputation, there were still some perks; if Zhang Liang hadn't been driven into hiding, how could he possibly enjoy the delicious food in the fridge?
"These are truly delicious," Yang Xiaoyou said with a mouthful of fresh fruit and fish slices, his eyes narrowing into crescent shapes. Here, chemical fertilizers and growth enhancers were strictly prohibited, and even meat imports were banned—everything was genuinely pure and untainted.
As he indulged himself in food, Yang Xiaoyou tossed aside any lingering dissatisfaction he had felt earlier.
Meanwhile, lying on the floor of his room with his eyes closed, Zhang Liang shivered at some strange sounds coming from outside. He pulled the blanket over himself; usually, he rarely used such comforts as part of his training regimen.
"Guess this is an exception; after all, I'm in Iceland," he muttered to himself as he tightened the blanket around him.
"Knock knock knock." Just as it was completely dark outside, Zhang Liang heard a knock on his door. Looking out at the clear starry sky made him frown when he woke up. He then spoke in a low voice, "What do you want at this hour? Are you asking for a beating? Don't think I won't hit you."
"Hey, big brother, have you listened to your girlfriend? There are only four hours of daylight in this season. If we were back home, the sun would already be shining on our backs," Yang Xiaoyou said with a hint of mischief as he knocked on the door.
Upon hearing the phrase about the sun shining on their backs, Zhang Liang inside visibly shuddered. He then glanced at the time on his phone. Sure enough, after a sleepless night filled with anxiety, his usually disciplined self had indeed let things slip a bit this time. However, with that fellow blocking the way outside, if he went out...
Zhang Liang had just poked his head out the door when he saw Beside, that grinning bastard, spraying something at him from a canister. Suddenly, he felt dizzy.
As he extended his head further out, there was no one outside. But as he turned back, the bastard hiding behind the door jabbed him with an Electric Shock Gun, and then everything went black.
Images of possible scenarios flashed through his mind. Finally, he snorted coldly and clenched his fists. As a martial artist, he knew that even in the face of hardship, one must forge ahead. No matter what tricks awaited him or what difficulties he encountered, his strength was his greatest asset!
God blocks, kill God! Buddha blocks, kill Buddha!
Countless experts had fallen to weaker opponents through surprise attacks, but he would not be among them!
In an instant, a surge of confidence washed over Zhang Liang. Having overcome a barrier in his heart, he felt a significant boost in his Spirit Realm. The threshold he could only vaguely see before now appeared much clearer, as if it were right within reach!
This invigorated his heart; if he could just go out and subdue the opponent with a counterattack, perhaps he could achieve the realm he had long desired ahead of schedule!
Just as Zhang Liang was filled with an indomitable spirit and prepared to confront his true self by bursting through the door...
He noticed a white piece of paper with writing on it lying on the floor.
First cautiously checking around to ensure no one was hiding, he picked up the note with a vigilant expression.
It read: "Since you've been taking so long to come out, I've left half of your breakfast in the Microwave Oven for you. Exchange students have quite a bit of freedom; feel free to do whatever you want."
At that moment, he was completely frozen in shock.
"Wait?!!!!"
Reykjavik, as the capital with the highest latitude in the world, has a population of just over one hundred thousand, and its area is only comparable to that of an ordinary county-level city in the Chinese Empire. Yet, it is a highly developed metropolis with remarkable modernity.
However, despite its modernity, due to the population issue, empty buses speeding down the streets have become a common sight. At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou was sitting in one such 'special vehicle,' propping her chin on her hand as she gazed at the 'nightscape' outside.
"I'm truly sorry for picking you up in this kind of vehicle," the bus driver said apologetically, adjusting his cap.
"Aside from looking a bit empty, there's really no difference. But are you guys being overly cautious? I'm just an amateur," Yang Xiaoyou replied nonchalantly, stifling a yawn and glancing at the bus driver.
Hearing this, the driver simply chuckled and did not respond directly.
Although he appeared to be just an ordinary driver, the muscles visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves and his grip on the steering wheel indicated the formidable strength hidden beneath his flesh—he was clearly a skilled bodyguard.
Moreover, while a bus might seem conspicuous, due to the unique characteristics of this place, it was difficult to attract external attention or suspicion.
What puzzled Yang Xiaoyou was what exactly they were guarding against. Her identity as an official member of Hive Security Company was not a secret; they should know that being wary of members stationed on the island was clearly unnecessary.
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