"Oppa, come visit more often!"
"Yes, we'll all miss you!"
At Qiuyuan Airport, Lee Ji-eun and the others reluctantly said farewell to Zhang Menglong. Although Zhang Menglong promised to visit often, they all knew that seeing him again would not be a simple matter.
They would never forget this young man who had changed their destinies forever.
"Mr. Zhang, I wish you a pleasant journey!" Representing Qingqiu Country, Su Zhihe was also sent to see Zhang Menglong back to his homeland. Finally, this harbinger of doom was leaving!
Several days had passed since that live broadcast, but its profound impact was likely to last for a long time. Zhang Menglong had undoubtedly proven his influence to the whole world with this move; his family truly had the power to trigger a world economic crisis!
Although there was no direct evidence, the economic prowess exhibited by Zhang Menglong was more than sufficient. Thus, there was no need for further evidence to confirm that this act was orchestrated by his grandfather!
As for Qingqiu Country, it had become a global laughing stock. "Conquest," just a song, had somehow become a hit around the world; even the melodies were hummed in streets and alleys, with the singer poised to be the biggest winner!
"Don't worry, I'll certainly have a smooth trip!" Zhang Menglong said with a smile. Even if someone were to target his plane with a surface-to-air missile, as long as Ye Yin was by his side, he would never be in any danger!
"Oh, and one more thing," he said in a voice audible only to them, "Don't even think about messing with me using any methods; you can't handle the consequences."
"Mr. Zhang, you have quite the sense of humor! We will treat you as our most esteemed guest in the future. Next time you visit Qingqiu Country, we will receive you with the highest standard!"
"Oh? Is that so? Well, I hope I'll still see you next time," Zhang Menglong left an enigmatic remark.
With a piercing screech, the plane vanished over the horizon...
"What did he mean by that? Has there been a leak?" Su Zhihe asked his assistant.
"Impossible! This matter is a direct order from the president, with no more than five people in the know. Moreover, they're all the most trustworthy people; there's absolutely no chance of failure!"
"Hmph, Zhang Menglong, your very existence is a perpetual threat to our Qingqiu Country. You brought this upon yourself, so you can't blame us for your demise!" Su Zhihe sneered, "Is everything arranged?"
"How will they do it? There must be no trace left, or it will impact Qingqiu Country negatively!"
"Representative, this time we've made contact with 'Wind Nest'!"
"Wind Nest?" Su Zhihe's voice dropped immediately on hearing this name, "You've managed to get in touch with them?"
This name was completely unknown to ordinary people but familiar—and feared—by someone of Su Zhihe's standing.
It was a global assassin organization with just seven members. However, it was rumored that these seven possessed extraordinary capabilities beyond the imagination of ordinary humans.
These people held no known nationality, gender, or specific abilities, even casting doubt on whether they truly existed in this world.
The organization had been around even longer than Huaxia had been established. To date, they had assassinated a hundred state leaders, and their record of failure was only once!
This name became known in an elite inner circle when an international terrorist organization was eradicated.
But no one had ever known how to contact Wind Nest; at least, Qingqiu Country couldn't!
"Originally, I reached out to a different international assassin organization, planning to hijack the missile system of a small country on the flight route to intercept Zhang Menglong's plane. But they said it was too risky. Instead, they could help me reach out to someone from Wind Nest."
"To have such fortune!" Su Zhihe's face lit up with surprise, "How much do they want?"
"200 billion US dollars!"
"They do drive a hard bargain!" Su Zhihe wasn't surprised by the price; it was well worth it for Zhang Menglong's life!
"Give it to them; my only requirement is that Zhang Menglong does not make it back to Huaxia alive!" This time, to deal with Zhang Menglong, Su Zhihe had the authority to allocate resources up to 200 billion US dollars. It was practically an all-in gamble!
"Hmph, Zhang Menglong, provoking the great Qingqiu civilization was the dumbest thing you've done! You might have the money, but you've got to be alive to spend it!"
On the plane, Zhang Menglong was reclining with his legs crossed, absorbed in reading "My Three-Body."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, even a movie made with these kinds of blocks gets my blood pumping. I can't imagine what effect the actual film will have. It's so exciting!" Zhang Menglong was completely immersed in the story, seemingly oblivious to any threats that might be waiting for him on his way back home.
"Mr. Zhang, why didn't you let me just take him out?" Ye Yin appeared behind Zhang Menglong.
"Just taking him out like that, where's the fun in that? I actually want to see who he has called up to take me on," Zhang Menglong laughed.
In fact, the moment Su Zhihe had hired someone to kill him, Zhang Menglong was promptly informed. This so-called "Wind Nest" was, conventionally speaking, nothing more than an organization made up of Mutants.
These individuals were the successful test subjects born from a secret human nuclear experiment conducted by a certain country's science organization seventy years ago. Out of 17,000 test subjects, only seven survived! The nuclear radiation had successfully altered their bodies, turning them into a group of extraordinary people.
When they were born, they could not control the powers in their bodies, which completely obliterated the laboratory in a release of energy, and since they were of the same kind, they could only huddle together for warmth. They were well aware that they no longer fit into society with ordinary Humans.
"Ye Yin, are these people very strong?"
"To ordinary people, they're like gods and Monsters," Ye Yin replied.
"And what about to you?"
"They're like seven Calabash Brothers."
"Hahaha, heartless," Zhang Menglong said, letting go of the last shred of unease upon hearing Ye Yin's response, "If you guys start fighting, be careful. This plane is quite expensive."
"Rest assured, Mr. Zhang. It's just a Level Three Mutant coming."
"There are levels? So are there also Level Five Mutants, like Phoenix Lady and Storm Lady?"
"Mr. Zhang, you've watched too many movies. However, their power does indeed exist."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Zhang Menglong shifted his position on the sofa, settling into a posture ready to watch a movie, "I'm getting a bit impatient!"
"He's here!" Ye Yin suddenly said.
"You hide first. Only act if I'm in danger! Don't let yourself be discovered; that would just spoil the fun," Zhang Menglong instructed.
"Yes." Ye Yin nodded and disappeared behind Zhang Menglong, leaving only him and Hong Yi together.
"Come on, Hong Yi, sit next to me. Let's enjoy the show together!"
"Whoosh!" Like a spherical bolt of lightning, a globe of light one meter in diameter suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Menglong, with a figure slowly materializing within the light.
"Clap, clap, clap!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but applaud, "Awesome, awesome! What a sight to behold!"
"Clang!" A coin landed in front of Sorens, "Bro, are you Thor or something? Come on, do it again!"
"What's going on?" Sorens was taken aback. His target this time seemed to know he was coming. And shouldn't ordinary people be scared out of their wits at the sight of such supernatural phenomena?
Instead, he threw a coin at him—did he see him as a monkey in a zoo?
Not only did his target look completely unfazed, but he also seemed very excited, even... thrilled...
Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in his heart.