Chapter 1363
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Chapter 1363: “Nightfall” Training?
“Hey, what do you think… what are the director and Azhu doing?”
Behind the hospital’s glass window, a group of caregivers huddled together, curiously observing Azhu who was dancing strangely in front of Lin Qiye in the courtyard.
“I don’t know… is he performing a pole dance for the director?” asked one knowledgeable ‘mysterious’ caregiver with confusion.
“Pole dance? What’s that?”
“It’s… well, it’s something very new.”
“The director has such preferences?”
“…”
In the courtyard,
Azhu, who had been constantly waving his limbs, suddenly awoke!
“The big windmill goes squeak squeak… huh?” Lin Qiye, who had been singing enthusiastically, suddenly froze when he saw Azhu abruptly regain consciousness.
Azhu scratched his head in confusion, looking around, “Director, what happened to me just now? It feels so strange…”
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, giving him a complicated look,
“Nothing, nothing happened… you can go back to work.”
After sending Azhu away, Lin Qiye stood alone in the courtyard, deep in thought.
Just now when activating [Soul Control Song], he clearly felt that with his soul strength, he could control Azhu for much longer, but for some reason, Azhu woke up.
After thinking it through, Lin Qiye could only come to one possibility…
He must have sung one part off-key.
“This thing is more troublesome to use than I imagined…” Lin Qiye sighed helplessly.
Looking at the situation, he would need to spend more time practicing singing, otherwise when on the battlefield, if he accidentally sang off-key, all the controlled souls would return to consciousness.
Lin Qiye didn’t test the [Soul Control Song] ability again, but directly returned his consciousness to the real world,
Just then, the melodious ringtone of his phone sounded at the bedside,
“Hello? Commander Zuo?”
“…”
“Go to headquarters? Now?”
“…”
“Okay, I understand.”
Lin Qiye hung up the phone, put on his coat, and flew directly toward the Night Watchmen headquarters under the cover of darkness.
…
A few minutes later.
Night Watchmen Headquarters, Beijing.
Knock knock knock!
“Come in.” Zuo Qing’s voice sounded from inside the office.
Lin Qiye pushed open the door, walked straight to the desk, and spoke seriously:
“Commander Zuo, is there an urgent mission? Our squad is on standby in Beijing, ready to depart at any time!”
“No rush, no rush.” Zuo Qing leisurely took a sip of tea, pointing with his chin to the chair across the desk. “Sit down first.”
Seeing this, Lin Qiye obediently sat down, waiting for Zuo Qing to speak.
“By the way, there’s something I should tell you first.” Zuo Qing seemed to recall something. “Heaven Palace has sent word that they’re willing to lend you the Holy Spring as a reward for your achievements. This afternoon, Yang Jian has already descended to bring Jialan and the ‘Future Goddess’ to Heaven Palace, so you can rest assured.”
Hearing this, a great weight was lifted from Lin Qiye’s heart.
“That’s good.”
“About the mission… there isn’t one yet.”
“No mission yet?” Lin Qiye asked suspiciously. “That doesn’t seem right. Shouldn’t special squad missions be very frequent? Especially since we have the special function of walking in the mist…”
“The situation is different now. Most of the great divine nations in the mist have been destroyed. The remaining Temple of Gods has closed itself off from outside affairs, and Olympus is also severely weakened. Great Xia is currently in a period of peace, and there shouldn’t be any major incidents in the short term…
As for some ‘mysterious’ riots within Great Xia’s borders, with the [Phoenix] and [Medium] squads, plus numerous human powerhouses, they can be easily handled.”
Hearing this, Lin Qiye was confused,
“If that’s the case, then why call me here today…”
“Although you don’t have a mission, there are other things to do.” Zuo Qing handed Lin Qiye a map with red markings. “When you go back, tell the other squad members to pack up and go to this place.”
“An island? What for?”
“We’ve prepared a training camp there.”
“Training camp?” Lin Qiye was stunned. “Are there new recruits coming?”
“You’re not going to train new recruits… you’re the ones who will be receiving training.” Zuo Qing took another leisurely sip of tea.
“Training for us?” Lin Qiye asked in astonishment. “But… we’re already a special squad, why do we need training? What will we be training for? Who will be training us? Is it Master Swordsman again?”
Faced with Lin Qiye’s series of questions, Zuo Qing shook his head and calmly replied,
“It’s not Zhou Ping this time… you’ll know the details when you get there.”
Zuo Qing was unwilling to reveal more information, so Lin Qiye could only leave the Night Watchmen headquarters with a mind full of questions.
…
“Training? For us?!”
Hearing Lin Qiye’s relay of information, everyone in the [Nightfall] squad was bewildered.
“Special squads need training too? I’ve never heard of this before…” Cao Yuan frowned slightly.
“I think training isn’t a bad idea.” Baili Pangpang chuckled. “The last time we trained together was with Master Swordsman. Although it was tough, it was quite enjoyable… better than staying here playing cards every day.”
An Qingyu nodded slightly. “I agree, but… I’m still curious about who will be training us this time.”
“Someone who can train a special squad, excluding Master Swordsman, would probably only be one of those top powerhouses, or a Great Xia deity.”
“A Great Xia deity is unlikely. If it were a deity training us, our destination wouldn’t be an island, but some divine mountain or immortal cave in Heaven Palace.”
“So it’s a human powerhouse?”
“…Let’s just go and see. Since Commander Zuo arranged it, he wouldn’t mistreat us.”
Everyone quickly packed their belongings and left Beijing at dawn.
…
“Commander Zuo, they’ve departed.”
In the Commander-in-Chief’s office, a Night Watchman wearing a dark red cloak stood at the desk and reported quickly.
“Mm, I know.” Zuo Qing put down his pen. “You may leave now.”
As the office door closed, Zuo Qing slowly stood up and walked to the reception area at the back of the office. An old man in white robes with a white beard was sitting on a black sofa, holding a chess piece between his fingers, staring at the chessboard in front of him.
“Grand Master.”
Zuo Qing’s voice brought Jiang Ziya’s attention back to reality. He put the chess piece back in the basket.
“They’ve left?”
“Yes.” Zuo Qing was silent for a moment, but still asked what was on his mind. “Is all this… really necessary?”
Jiang Ziya shook his head. “This matter wasn’t my decision either, it was decided by that person…
Since that person arranged it this way, there must be a reason. We just need to trust him.”
Zuo Qing’s gaze fell on the intricate chessboard, and after a long while, he sighed helplessly.
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