Chapter 62: Good Deserves Good (Finale)

"Are you really Daddy?"

Inside the helicopter parked at the entrance of Research Institute Seven, Mu You clutched her small backpack tightly. With a look that blended eager anticipation and nervousness, she gazed at the man who had suddenly appeared, called her little Youbao, and claimed to be her father.

Although the man before her indeed looked very much like the father in her memories...

She missed her father so desperately that the stronger her yearning and anticipation grew, the more terrified she was of facing disappointment.

"Youbao, it's all Daddy's fault. I shouldn't have deceived you and Mommy, not—"

"What entrance?" Black Night shared no teacher-student bond with him whatsoever. Facing someone who went around trying to scare people, he was in no mood to be polite.

Just like Jun Moxie's thought, Lonely Marquis also hoped this battle could directly force the mastermind behind the scenes to show themselves.

Su Yan sneered. She let out a drowsy yawn, crystal-clear tears hanging on her eyelashes, looking pitifully charming.

Bound by pride, her fellow students were too embarrassed to speak up. When they finally could no longer resist the temptation, they watched as Kong Zhou broke off a piece of the remaining flatbread and dipped it into the vegetable soup. The cleaned plate looked as though it had been scrubbed with water, even cleaner than a face.

Hearing this, Su Xu felt a wave of worry crease his brow. A fierce and aggressive nature meant their offense would be extremely sharp, and sharp offense meant vulnerabilities. Li Ji and the others would undoubtedly find their opportunities.

The Peony Pavilion was unlike other pleasure quarters; it housed the most gentle and beautiful maidens in the entire Great Yan. Gifted and talented, they naturally did not need to expose themselves to the outside world like others to solicit patrons.

It made one desperately want to use sharp teeth to bite through her thin skin and suck the sweet blood pulsing within her veins.

With eyes of azure blue flashing with a complex emotion that could be excitement or joy, and filled with gratitude for everything, Malashenko had only a single wish in his heart at this moment.

Black Night paced back and forth in the room. He currently had nothing to do, and the people he had sent out had not yet reported back. For the time being, he had no choice but to stay home and babysit.

However, it was a serious matter—if things went wrong, they might even dare to punch you. Furthermore, this squad leader had a truly foul temper. Judging by the way this squad of armed soldiers marched up, they knew he had set his sights on yet another trouble spot here.

Huang Quan dispatched seven hundred men to integrate into a mixed force with Zhuoying's four hundred. Of course, all the officers at the squad, platoon, and company levels were trusted confidants of Huang Quan. Through this arrangement, those four hundred men fell firmly under his control. Thus, early the next morning, Huang Quan ordered this force of one,100 men to launch a swift assault, targeting Hanchang.

"Shuer," Xuanyuan Yifei pulled me out of his embrace and looked at me worriedly for a moment. "Alright, just think of it as going out to clear your mind. But the moment there is any danger, return immediately." He used an almost commanding tone, and I nodded vigorously.

"Hey! I'm not worried at all, I'm already getting close to my ideal anyway," Liu Liang said.

Zhang Jie felt a chill run through his heart as he was stared at, feeling as though he were locked in the gaze of a lion. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and though he wanted to open his mouth in retort, the words stuck in his throat and refused to come out.

Dragon Chuan was seated in the second row to enjoy the show—wearing glasses without lenses, a winter cotton hat, and of course, cleverly crafted special prosthetic facial hair, among various other ingenious disguises.

"However, it really is quite strange. This should be the best space on this floor, right? Why hasn't a single company come to rent it?" Zhou Ling asked, looking around with a hint of confusion, wondering if there was something bizarre going on here.

Pressing down the microphone, Li Yuanhong felt a sudden weakness enveloping his whole body, the result of excessive tension. To be honest, this was the first time he had issued such an order, and also the first time he had faced such a thorny situation.

A bodyguard protecting Li Shangshan suddenly noticed a golden radiance shining above Li Shangshan's head, and excitedly shouted to Jiang Guangming.

If the United Front had no intention of winning over those former bureaucrats and politicians, the National Alliance certainly wouldn't mind recruiting those figures from all walks of life to bolster their strength and contend for seats in the parliament. With such people rallying behind them, the National Alliance was quite confident in winning a fair number of seats.