Chapter 540
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Chapter 540: Guan Zai
Buzz buzz buzz——!
An armed helicopter descended slowly beside the coastline, stirring up a fierce wind.
Ye Fan, draped in a dark red cloak and carrying a straight sword at his waist, stepped down from the aircraft.
His gaze swept across the distant horizon; under the sunlight, the waves surged on the sea, creating large patches of white foam. Although there were some swells, overall, it was relatively calm.
Ye Fan squinted, staring at the other end of the horizon, lost in thought.
After a moment, a phantom carriage passed through the city behind him and came to a slow stop beside Ye Fan. The coachman, a young scribe, respectfully bowed to Ye Fan.
“Commander Ye.”
“Mm.”
Ye Fan turned to look at the carriage, where Master Chen was stepping down. He held a teacup in his left hand and brushed off his grayish-white robe with his right, letting out a sigh.
“What major event is about to happen now?”
“Indeed.”
Ye Fan smiled helplessly.
Just as he was about to say something, the phone rang suddenly.
Ye Fan answered the call.
“Hello? Zuo Qing? What’s going on?”
“…”
“What?” Ye Fan was taken aback. “They charged into the mist to rescue Zhou Ping? How did they manage to navigate through the mist?”
“…”
“Shao Ping Ge?”
Ye Fan frowned slightly. “How did he get involved?”
“…”
“Alright, I understand… Keep a close watch on the movements in the northern mist. As soon as they return, let me know.”
Ye Fan hung up the phone, his expression somewhat gloomy, and let out a long sigh.
“What’s wrong? Another incident?” Master Chen raised an eyebrow.
“That group led by Lin Qiye really has no fear of death,” Ye Fan cursed, “At such a critical moment, they dared to charge into the mist with a reserve team. Do they even know how dangerous it is in there?
I’ve warned them seriously before; why don’t they listen?
Damn it…”
Ye Fan was genuinely furious, rarely cursing like this. He had tried to reason with Lin Qiye for a long time, but the latter didn’t take a single word to heart and stubbornly rushed into the mist.
Master Chen watched Ye Fan for a while and then chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?” Ye Fan glared at him.
“Do you know what you resemble right now?”
“What do I resemble?”
“Like an old father of a group of rebellious children,” Master Chen laughed.
“…” Ye Fan snorted coldly. “I’m doing this for their own good.”
“See! Even more so!”
“…”
Beep beep beep——!
While the two were talking, the sound of an electric scooter horn came from nearby. A young man in a bright yellow delivery uniform, wearing a helmet, rode up to them unsteadily.
“Lu Wuwei, you’re too slow,” Ye Fan said.
Lu Wuwei took off his helmet and shrugged. “The scooter ran out of battery on the way, so I had to charge it for a bit.”
As if remembering something, he got off the scooter, opened the insulated box at the back, and pulled out two cups of milk tea. He opened one for himself and handed the other to Ye Fan.
“You bought milk tea on the way?” Ye Fan’s mouth twitched slightly.
“Not really. I was delivering this order when your call came in, so I rushed over here directly without delivering it. Now I’m going to get a complaint…” Lu Wuwei said with a hint of melancholy.
“Why do you give him one and not me?” Master Chen asked in confusion.
Lu Wuwei glanced at him and replied flatly, “Old people should drink less sweet stuff.”
Master Chen: …
“That poor customer who ordered must be unlucky, ordering two cups of milk tea only to have them intercepted by you two,” Master Chen chuckled lightly.
“Everything is for the sake of Daxia,” Ye Fan glanced at the milk tea’s packaging, saw the name of the person who ordered, and raised an eyebrow. “San Jiu Yin Yu? What a strange name…”
“By the way, why hasn’t Guan Zai arrived yet? Is he still in seclusion?” Master Chen looked around and asked.
“I asked Zuo Qing to call him; he should be here soon.”
Ye Fan glanced at the time.
At that moment,
Several lines of green characters suddenly appeared out of thin air.
#-*-coding:UTF-8-*-
#authorby:G-Z
＞＞＞print(‘HelloWorld!’)
As the last character appeared, all the characters vanished into thin air, followed by a swirl of virtual code gathering in the air, transforming into a humanoid figure.
A middle-aged man dressed in a black and white checkered shirt and wearing a baseball cap stepped out from the code, slightly raising his head. He pushed up the black-framed glasses under the brim with his right middle finger, the lenses reflecting white light.
“Hey, long time no see, everyone,” he grinned.
“It’s been almost three years; you finally came out of seclusion,” Ye Fan said softly.
“After the new algorithm upgrade, there were too many bugs; I couldn’t help it.”
Guan Zai shrugged helplessly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. “Why is everyone here today? By the way, where’s my brother Zhou Ping? Why isn’t he here?”
Hearing Zhou Ping’s name, Ye Fan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately fell silent.
Guan Zai sensed something was off and frowned slightly.
“Ye Fan, where’s Zhou Ping?”
“He went abroad.”
“What’s he going abroad for?”
“To rescue someone.” Ye Fan slowly recounted the previous events to Guan Zai.
After listening, Guan Zai’s expression grew serious. “He went into the mist alone; what if he gets intercepted by those foreign gods? No… No way, where is he now? I need to go help him…”
Virtual characters began to appear around him, seemingly ready to envelop him.
“You can’t go,” Ye Fan suddenly spoke.
“Why?!”
“This place needs you more.”
“What about Zhou Ping?” Guan Zai’s brow furrowed, his expression darkening. “This situation is definitely not as simple as just kidnapping a city; you can’t possibly not see that, right? What if their target is Zhou Ping? His situation is extremely dangerous right now!”
“I believe Zhou Ping can handle his own matters. What we need to do now is fulfill the responsibilities of humanity’s pinnacle,” Ye Fan said calmly. “If you leave, with just the three of us, if we can’t fend off the Egyptian gods’ attack… you know what will happen.”
“What if he can’t handle it by himself?” Guan Zai spoke in a low voice.
“He can.”
“On what basis are you so sure?!”
“Because he is the Sword Saint of Daxia!”
Ye Fan and Guan Zai stood facing each other, both with fiercely aggressive gazes, neither willing to back down. A chilling wind seemed to erupt between them.
Meanwhile, Lu Wuwei, witnessing this scene, hesitated for a moment before deciding to step forward to mediate.
At that moment, a hand landed on his shoulder.
Master Chen stood behind him, silently shaking his head.
