Published: February 11, 2025
"čżćďź" On the exquisite sandalwood table, there was a cup of hot tea, which was requested by this person.
"If this was before the apocalypse, the wood alone for this table would cost hundreds of thousands. If it had a longer history and some stories behind it, it would probably be worth millions."
Taking a sip from the cup on the table, this middle-aged man commented on the table, the origin of which he didnât even know.
Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes as he stared at this uninvited guest, his thoughts much more complex than his outward demeanor suggested.
This personâs level of evolution was not high, at least not in Ye Zhongming's eyes, only a six-star evolver. However, he gave off a strange feeling.
Even if Ye Zhongming could not kill a six-star evolver instantly, he could definitely overpower him without any problem, whether it be in gear, occupation, skills, or level; Ye Zhongming held an absolute advantage.
Yet, there was something awkward about this person that surprised him. It was a sense of danger that was not lethal.
Could a six-star evolver pose a threat to him? But non-lethal? Where did that danger come from? Ye Zhongming simply could not understand.
Additionally, he was more concerned about who had spread information regarding Liu Zhenghongâs condition.
The only ones who witnessed Sister Hong's situation were core members and members of Xia Bai Squad, so their loyalty was certainly not in question. Aside from them, there was only the Holy Maiden.
But would the Holy Maiden speak out? Clearly, she wouldnât, as it served her no benefit; the lifeline of the Temple of Dawn was still in Ye Zhongming's hands. Moreover, even if she wanted to say something, there was no one to confide in; she knew no one on Earth.
So who was it?
Was it Le Da Yuan and Liu Zhenghongâs companions who saw them after returning to the villa? Or lab researchers? Even if they had seen it, how would they know the injuries were irreversible?
Ye Zhongming was eager to know the answer, but he also understood that even with a thorough investigation, this would likely remain an unsolved mystery.
"This tea, what a pity, itâs aged tea. If it were Pu-erh, it would be fine, but unfortunately, itâs green tea, which has already lost some flavor."
The man shook his head, looking regretfully at the tea, as if Ye Zhongming had committed some wasteful act.
"What's your name! Whatâs your background! Whatâs the method you mentioned! Whatâs the price!"
Ye Zhongming said these words calmly, though his tone was somewhat cold.
Now, in the apocalypse, who had the final say? Naturally, it was the powerful evolvers. This person was a six-star evolver; in the presence of Ye Zhongming, an eight-star evolver, he was destined to seem inferior.
In today's Earth, not many could sit together with Ye Zhongming and deserve his polite demeanor, and this person was clearly not among them.
Even if he truly had a method to heal Sister Hong.
The man was taken aback, not expecting Ye Zhongming to be so straightforward and indifferent. He pressed his lips together and placed the cup back on the table, the cup making a loud thud against the sandalwood.
"Boss Ye, you need to understand something. I possess what you want, and itâs you who is begging me, not the other way around!"
The middle-aged man crossed his arms, a cold smirk on his face, looking at Ye Zhongming with dissatisfaction.
Ye Zhongming tilted his head, seriously observing the man. His leg hadn't even moved, yet suddenly, he kicked hard against the heavy sandalwood table, sending it flying right into the man's body.
With Ye Zhongming's current strength, even a dying Yangos could be subdued. Even with just a fraction of his power, this wooden table was instantly shattered, colliding with the man who had just opened his mouth to say something.
There were wooden boards, slats, and splintersâall embedded in this middle-aged man's body, blood immediately flowing from his injuries. The six-star evolver, who had just appeared so unconcerned, was now on the ground, holding his body in fear.