“Still, this way is better; at least it’s under the higher-ups’ control, even if someone wants to investigate, they can stop it.”
Black Hawk remained silent, and the sound of conversation gradually quieted down as everyone looked at him.
“Captain, what should we do?”
The short one showed a defiant expression: “Damn it, this kid is too cunning.
I can’t swallow this affront; the Commander is too worried.
What can he do to fight to the bitter end?”
“Find a chance to kill him!”
They were always the ones setting up others; never had they been manipulated like this, as though someone was stepping on their faces.
“Too rash, killing him now doesn’t guarantee we can leave this place,” Black Hawk shook his head and picked up his cigarette pipe again, “This Silver Grey Star appears calm on the surface, but it’s chaotic behind the scenes.
Killing him doesn’t necessarily have to be by our hands.”
Amid the swirling smoke, a pair of sinister eyes faintly appeared.
…
“A dinner party?” Wang Zhiheng was astonished, looking at his old man, “They were just attacked this morning, and they’re having a dinner party tonight?”
“Dad, please spare me, I’m just a small-time guy.”
Director Wang’s face looked terrible, scolding: “Who is your dad, how many times have I told you to refer by position during work!”
“Look at you, reckless and unreliable, look at Li Ming.
Now that’s what you call professionalism!”
He was furious, why couldn’t it have been this wretch who rushed forward to catch the bullet?
Li Ming, his arm wrapped in a bandage, sat nearby, looking steadfast and dependable.
This dinner is taking place at the Wine Hotel in Silver City, on the penthouse floor, mainly for Professor Wu and those from Silver Grey Star who got admitted to the Capital’s University of Science and Technology, a total of seven people.”
Silver Grey Star had a small population, and its admissions policy was tilted in its favor, so they managed to get seven spots, four for Silver Grey City, and three for Star Dome City.
“Whether it’s Professor Wu or those kids, they’re all treasured,” Wang Ke sternly glared at Wang Zhiheng, “if they lose even a single hair, you’ll answer to me.”
Hesitating for a moment, he looked towards Li Ming and asked, “How’s your injury?
If it’s nothing serious then…”
“With such a serious injury, you still want him to go?” Wang Zhiheng couldn’t help but say.
“You know nothing!” Wang Ke raged, frustrated.
Li Ming’s brave act had at least reversed some of the poor impressions.
Those big shots didn’t have such a good memory; they needed to see Li Ming frequently to remember that Silver Grey City still had notable people.
If Li Ming were to rest for a few days, who would care then?
“I’m fine, Chief, I can move,” Li Ming stood up.
Wang Ke nodded in relief and started to arrange the plan.
…
Night fell, and the Silver City Hotel was locked down from top to bottom, nearby streets were under martial law, and several hovercars arrived, stopping at the entrance.
One by one, figures disembarked, fresh and unripe, some expectant, some nervous, some excited…
Yang Yu was among them.
“Yang Yu…” In front of the hotel, a slender girl waved excitedly, and Yang Yu quickly approached, “Ji Ya.”
Both girls breathed a sigh of relief, having found their companion, and the tension largely dissolved.
“Professor Wu, ah…
I heard at the university, not many people could see him; we’re so lucky,” Ji Ya said while walking, full of longing:
“To be able to enter his lab would be like skyrocketing to the heavens.”
“Look at you, it’s just a dinner,” Yang Yu seemed much calmer and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Think about it, it’s nothing…
by the way, how much has your gene seed progressed?”
“Only 6%.”
Ji Ya couldn’t help complaining, “I’m only at 3%, I’ve been roasted by fire every day, my skin hurts so badly it turns black, I can’t stand it.”
City guards manned every elevator and floor; many of them recognized Yang Yu.
Yang Yu called each one ‘uncle,’ and soon they reached the top floor.
“Li Ming?” Yang Yu’s eyes lit up at the sight of Li Ming standing guard in the corridor; she wanted to go over and greet him.
But recalling the serious expressions of those ‘uncles’ she had seen on her way up, she stopped, her gaze falling on the bandage on Li Ming’s arm.
Her expression turned worried, her fingertips delicately touching, as if asking.