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"Hmph, how can I let this go unpunished after ruining my plans? In that case, have Shadow Thirteen bring me this person's head."
"Yes!" Bald Man quickly replied.
Suddenly, there was a violent shaking. The bald man was caught off guard and fell to the ground, while the man managed to stay seated in his chair, avoiding further embarrassment.
"What’s going on?" the man asked angrily.
The bald man hurriedly got up and contacted the Captain of the Starship. After a moment, he closed the communicator and reported to the man with a strange expression, "Eldest Son, a meteorite suddenly struck the Starship. The Starship is thirty percent damaged, and the Captain is having the technicians conduct emergency repairs!"
"How could a meteorite suddenly appear?" The man's face turned grim as he asked.
"I... I don't know. It just appeared out of nowhere; even the radar didn't detect it," the bald man said, confused. Could they be encountering a supernatural event?
"It must be the work of Second Brother and Third Brother," the man speculated. "Hmph, once I get that item, I will make those two pay!"
………………I am Bai Tang, the dividing line of bad luck………………
The business at Huaxia Restaurant was equally booming, but there were no customers lining up outside. The clientele of Huaxia Restaurant consisted of high-ranking officials who would never embarrass themselves by queuing outside like ordinary people. Customers made reservations through special channels, and according to the fat man, bookings were already full until October of the following year.
Bai Tang informed the fat man about profit sharing and raising employee wages, which earned him gratitude and loyalty in return. He also shared several cooking methods with the fat man, who was so delighted that he danced around like Thin Man, eager to rush into the Kitchen to prepare new dishes. Bai Tang allowed him into the kitchen while he enjoyed a bowl of crab meat wonton noodles made by the fat man before leaving Huaxia Restaurant.
As Bai Tang savored the crab meat wonton noodles, he reflected that traditional wonton noodle filling was made with fresh shrimp. Unfortunately, in the Future World, shrimp no longer existed; even lobsters and shrimp had gone extinct. Fortunately, crabs were still available. The crab meat was fresh and sweet, making for wontons that rivaled those made with fresh shrimp. Over these three years, both the fat man and Thin Man had greatly improved their culinary skills. The simple wonton noodles prepared by the fat man were incredibly delicious; although his skills couldn't match those of Bai Tang, they were on par with chefs from five-star hotels in the Twenty-First Century. If classified by game profession levels, these two had already reached an equivalent of level eight advanced Chef status.
"Tsk, who is so considerate to send someone to help me with my post-meal exercise right after I've finished eating!" Bai Tang stared at a certain spot and sneered, "Come out; do I need to invite you?"
A shadow flashed out from the darkness, attacking Bai Tang without hesitation.
Bai Tang stomped her foot and swiftly dodged to the left, brushing past the shadow's shoulder. The shadow reacted quickly, a blade of light appearing in its left hand and flying towards Bai Tang. An invisible shield appeared in front of Bai Tang, blocking the blade of light. She kicked towards the shadow's hard stomach. The shadow did not evade; instead, it braced itself for injury, intensifying its attack. More than ten blades of light struck continuously at the same spot on the shield, which began to crack under the relentless assault. The shadow's face lit up with joy as Bai Tang's kick landed on its stomach. Despite being injured, it grabbed Bai Tang's foot with one hand, launching an even fiercer attack with its left hand...
The movements of both were rapid, but it all happened in an instant. With a "poof," the shadow spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, having miscalculated Bai Tang's attack damage.
Bai Tang stepped on the shadow's back and asked, "Who sent you to kill me?"
The shadow looked up at Bai Tang with an expressionless gaze, as if it were a lifeless puppet.
A chill ran down Bai Tang's spine. Although the shadow had lost its attacking power, she felt an ominous sense that it could still pose a threat to her. The shadow lowered its head indifferently, sending shivers down her spine. Trusting her instincts, she suddenly retreated. Her reaction was quick enough to narrowly avoid the shadow's self-detonation.
With a loud bang, a massive explosion erupted! If the target of this explosion were not herself, Bai Tang would have appreciated it; however, now her face was ashen. The shadow was a death warrior, which Bai Tang had anticipated, but she did not expect such powerful explosives hidden within it. If she had not used a barrier from the game to contain the explosion, this entire area would have been flattened, causing harm to many people! Such reckless disregard for human life from the shadow's master filled Bai Tang with complete disgust and hatred.
Since you took the initiative to provoke me, how could I not repay you properly?
Although Bai Tang had contained the explosion's range with the barrier, it still made a loud noise that alerted the robotic police patrolling B Zone. Bai Tang quickly activated her Swift Movement Skill, disappearing from the scene in an instant while taking away the remains of the shattered shadow along with any bloodied soil and stones. When the robotic police arrived, they only found a large pit with no other evidence; they could only notify the cleaning Robot to fill in the hole before leaving nonchalantly—thanks to future Robots having only simple intelligence, which saved Bai Tang from trouble.
Bai Tang appeared in a villa she had purchased three years ago. It was located at the border between B Zone and another area, surrounded by excellent scenery and isolated from other houses by five kilometers, ensuring good privacy!
With a wave of her hand, Bai Tang dumped the remains and bloodied stones into her yard before opening the Game Store, flipping through pages until she found her target. Suppressing her heartache, Bai Tang paid for it. It was a palm-sized Formation, designed for soul summoning and binding. After setting up the formation and placing the recently deceased body inside it, activating the formation would allow her to summon the dead person's soul and inquire about anything she wished to know. Under the control of this formation, souls could not lie. In-game, various factions used this method to gather secrets about rival factions; however, it was prohibitively expensive (999,999 Gold Ingots for one Formation, with one Gold Ingots equivalent to one yuan RMB—making it about one million RMB for each formation—who could afford that?). Only someone like Bai Tang, who could earn money before ancient times like a tycoon, could afford it.
A plume of black smoke rose from the formation as a figure materialized above it, looking dazed and confused.
"What is your name?" Bai Tang asked, feeling no hostility towards the figure; it was just a blade.
"My name is Shadow Thirteen!" the figure answered uncontrollably.
"Who sent you to kill me?" Bai Tang continued to ask.
"It was Young Master!"
"Which Young Master?"
"The Young Master of the Weir Family, Harry Will!"
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