Boom!
After a earth-shattering explosion, Pan Zong's branch company in a certain city was blown up.
"Boss, the branch company was just blown up, nothing is left."
Hearing the report from his subordinate, Pan Zong's face was unusually grim.
"Someone involved in funerals dares to blow up my company? They certainly have a lot of nerve."
"Let them be arrogant for a few days. I will settle this debt with them soon."
"How much longer until the battery is fully charged?" Pan Zong asked again.
"It's currently half-charged, another half is needed, which will take about another week."
Compared to researching nuclear batteries, Pan Zong discovered that he could extract energy from Tang Xiaomin and store it.
She was like a stable nuclear reactor, capable of continuously providing energy for extraction and storage.
His guess was indeed correct.
In a secret underground base, inside a transparent container, a beautiful woman lay motionless, her limbs connected to some kind of device.
The container was connected to a special battery as thick as an arm, which was currently extracting energy from the unconscious woman to charge itself.
Pan Zong stared intently at Tang Xiaomin in the container, a triumphant arc forming on his lips.
"If I can possess you forever, I will make the entire world submit to me."
"I am God!"
Human greed is endless.
The happiness brought by money no longer satisfied Pan Zong.
Now that he commanded the most powerful technology in the world, he wanted the entire world to grovel at his feet.
He was God.
...
Inside the container, as if angered by Pan Zong's arrogance,
Tang Xiaomin, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally slowly opened her eyelids.
She felt extremely weak, her entire strength being drained away bit by bit. This was the reason for her prolonged slumber.
Opening her eyes, she saw her surroundings, what was happening to her,
and Pan Zong, who was gloating and revealing his true face before her.
She understood everything.
What nuclear battery, what branch company, and his calling everyone to invest in the branch company, it was all a scam.
A scam targeted at her.
"Yan Jue..."
A call, as weak and insignificant as a fly.
Her enemy was right before her, yet she didn't even have the strength to glare at him.
Mustering the strength to stay conscious was already her limit.
This was, by far, her weakest and most powerless moment.
"Heh heh..."
Pan Zong laughed, his gaze towards Tang Xiaomin shining as if he had found a priceless treasure.
"Tang Xiaomin, the first time I saw you, you truly amazed me."
"No matter how beautiful a woman is, in my eyes, she's merely a plaything, easily obtained with money."
"But after seeing you, I knew my money wouldn't be enough to get you. You didn't disappoint me, giving me such a huge surprise."
"I'm really curious, how did you gather and store such immense energy within yourself?"
He had spent so many years and poured so much effort into research, yet he had failed to develop a nuclear battery.
And Tang Xiaomin, in a way, was a living nuclear battery.
Although the energy was being extracted from her, strangely, she seemed capable of continuing to generate it, albeit slowly.
Tang Xiaomin looked at Pan Zong with hostile eyes and said with difficulty,
"There are many things mortals cannot comprehend. The flesh allows you to live in this world, yet it is also the shackles and cage that bind you."
"If you want to know, you'll understand when you're dead."
Upon hearing this, Pan Zong's brows furrowed, his expression changing.
"You're playing tricks on me! Trying to trick me into dying, aren't you?"
"Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe you!"
Death.
Who among the living could honestly say they weren't afraid of death?
Someone who had nothing, with a life worth less than dirt, might be more at peace.
But Pan Zong possessed so much wealth, everything that others envied, he was a superior being.
To ask him to give up everything he had, to die, to verify a lie of unknown truth.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
Tang Xiaomin had said what she needed to say.
Tang Xiaomin closed her eyes again, saying nothing more.
...
Xianfu Group.
Yan Jue, who had been holding on for a long time, finally sensed that familiar telepathic connection.
He stood on the rooftop of Xianfu Group, gazing in a certain distant direction.
"Minmin is in that direction."
Lu Xing was overjoyed.
"Yan Zong, I'll gather our people immediately. We'll depart now."
Yan Jue nodded.
"Prepare the private jet to pick up Xiao Min."
"Yes!"
Lu Xing and Zhong Li went down to make the arrangements.
At this moment, an unprecedented confidence appeared on Yan Jue's face.
"Minmin, wait for me. I'll be there soon."
In the Pentagon building of Xianfu Group, densely packed undead warriors were ready for deployment.
An aura of malevolence permeated the area.
"Depart!"
With an order.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
These undead warriors transformed into a black mist, swirling around the private jet and soaring into the distance.
On an island in the Pacific, the world's most advanced surveillance system detected a private jet rapidly approaching the island.
A guard, with a grave expression, relayed the news to Pan Zong.
"Boss, an unidentified aircraft is approaching rapidly. It is expected to arrive here in three minutes."
"At the same time, a black mist has appeared in the sky. Analysis suggests it is not a storm cloud."
All signs indicated that the visitors were here with ill intent.
Besides Yan Jue, who else would dare to come knocking so openly?
Let him come. He wanted to see who this Yan Jue truly was.
Last time, Ye Fengxing bought so many fighter jets from him and only managed to inflict heavy injuries.
This time, he would use Yan Jue to test his latest creation.
"Everyone prepare to engage!"
A great battle was about to commence.
Three minutes later, the private jet landed on the island's runway.
Alarms blared everywhere, but that was all.
After disembarking, Zhong Li sensed danger lurking all around.
"Yan Zong, it's very dangerous here."
At this moment, Pan Zong suddenly walked out from the shadows alone.
His face was serene, showing no fear.
"Yan Zong, you've traveled far. Why didn't you inform me in advance? I could have played the host."
Enemies met, and their eyes burned with hatred.
Zhong Li conjured a silver spear out of thin air and, without a word, thrust it towards Pan Zong. Sudan Novel Network
Pan Zong stood his ground, a cold sneer on his face, making no attempt to dodge.
Zhong Li's silver spear pierced Pan Zong's body, but there was no trace of blood.
It turned out to be a highly realistic projection.
Pan Zong shrugged and said indifferently,
"Since you've come, this time, you will remain here forever."
In Pan Zong's view, as long as he eliminated Yan Jue, this obstacle, no one in the world could stop him.