Chapter 269: Who’s The Roast Suckling Pig?
“Are they crazy?”
Cao Yong muttered to himself.
“Rumble—”
The deafening sound of the breach reached inside the theater.
Mister Shu, who had a furrowed brow in the small room, suddenly stood up, taking the opportunity to escape from his nagging ex-wife, and quickly walked outside the door.
“What’s going on?”
A man with four arms stood at the window looking out, his face ferocious and inhuman, eyebrows inverted, hair and beard bristling. Hearing this, he chuckled lowly, like a four-armed asura crawling out of hell, “The armored train blasted Yan Bei Pass down.”
Mister Shu’s face showed contemplation, “What do they mean, do they want to fight?”
“They won’t fight, it’s just a show of force to boost their status.”
The hoarse, low voice carried a confidence bordering on dominance.
Mister Shu’s complexion eased, he shook his head speechlessly, “Young people nowadays have so many little schemes.”
“Without some spectacle, how can they trick someone’s daughter into their hands?”
A sharp mocking voice came from inside the room.
Mister Shu’s face immediately fell, he sighed, visibly fatigued.
Outside the window, the Steel Dragon charged through the ruins of Yan Bei Pass with the momentum of a floodgate opening, straight up the hillside.
“Since the guest has arrived, we should go down too. Talk business first later, don’t speak recklessly.”
Mister Shu turned his head to warn his ex-wife.
The latter just sneered coldly, both the corners of her lips and eyes filled with sarcasm.
……
The front of the armored train probed onto the hillside behind Yan Bei Pass, like a flood dragon resting its head there.
Su Huan walked out of the front of the train, looked at the brightly lit theater above, then at the distant abandoned city that had lost power supply, with a faint sigh, “Not even anyone to receive us, your dad really isn’t particular.”
Shu Wei, who had poked out from behind, was stunned for a moment, subtly glancing at the blasted Yan Bei Pass behind, pursing her lips without speaking.
Su Huan grinned, “The spectacle is made by oneself.”
The excess steel reserves on the train suddenly flew into the air, amid the metallic roar, pinched by an invisible giant hand into steps one by one, each precisely landing under the Train Conductor’s feet.
Clusters of fireballs ignited in the air on both sides, with white-hot cores.
The long steps crossed the road, crushed over buildings, like a divine ascending staircase, straight to the theater at the highest point.
The four walked up slowly.
Under the ruins of Yan Bei Pass, Cao Yong suddenly emerged from the water, took two deep breaths, then dove back in fiercely, soon dragging his subordinate back to shore, and cursed loudly at the spectacular long steps before him.
The subordinate coughed up two mouthfuls of water and asked, “Captain, should we counterattack?”
Cao Yong shook his head with a gloomy look in his eyes, gesturing a zip-the-lips motion.
The latter immediately caught on, changed the subject, and cursed along with the captain.
Su Huan’s side had already reached the platform in front of the theater.
Because of the earlier commotion, these special operations team members all had eyes full of vigilance.
Su Huan teased, “Your daughter here isn’t that effective, huh?”
Shu Wei’s voice was cold, “Some of them might know I’m HT-426, but no one knows I’m Shu Wei. Even if they did, they wouldn’t care. Special operations duty is to complete the task.”
“I see.” Su Huan smiled, tilted his head and said, “Host, lead the way.”
When stepping onto the plaza in front of the theater and seeing this group of people with iris flowers pinned to their collars, Shu Wei’s entire aura changed.
Just like arriving at her home turf.
From a little secretary oppressed by the boss, she transformed into a noble and sharp female CEO.
Staring at the woman’s swaying figure, Su Huan’s eyes darkened slightly.
The Giraffe and White Deer behind were a bit nervous at first, but after carefully observing these special operations members, a trace of disdain flashed in their eyes.
These special operations members might have decent strength, but their tactical literacy was average, barely comparable to an assault-trained armed corps.
The two immediately became confident.
No matter who looked at them, they glared back fiercely.
In this eerie silence, the four walked to the doorway.
Two waiting attendants pulled open the gate.
Numerous young people had long been waiting in the hall, especially the up-and-comers in suits and leather shoes—those from lesser families wanted a glimpse of the beauty, those from better families wanted to seize the chance to network.
Although most didn’t have confidence in winning the beauty, there was always a sliver of luck in their hearts.
Even if nothing else, the connections exchanged today would suffice.
When the attendants opened the door, the conversation in the hall suddenly quieted. Some subconsciously straightened their collars, some moved their champagne glasses from their lips, but no matter how they disguised it, everyone unanimously cast their gazes toward the doorway.
Bo Qingqing maliciously imagined Shu Wei’s disheveled and travel-worn appearance.
Without keeping them waiting long, accompanied by clean footsteps.
Shu Wei walked in.
But to Bo Qingqing’s great disappointment, though Shu Wei wasn’t wearing a luxurious formal dress, she wasn’t as disheveled as imagined.
Shu Wei was wearing nothing special today, just the crew uniform, similar to the combat group’s, with the trench coat swapped for a multi-functional jacket, and tight long pants below, light and convenient.
The moment she appeared under the archway, the light from the crystal chandelier automatically gilded her with a sharp outline.
But paired with those sharp features and cold expression, the whole person was like a military saber drawn from its sheath.
Shu Wei didn’t fully enter the hall, standing under the archway, her light gray eyes sweeping the crowd, then stepping aside.
The crowd hadn’t had time to speak before being stifled by that icy gaze.
Lines of sight instinctively converged on the doorway she had vacated.
A tall black figure appeared right in the center, attracting everyone’s gaze like a black hole.
Half his face was hidden in darkness, only the knife-chiseled jawline and the eerily white teeth at the corner of his mouth visible.
“Haha, good evening, everyone! Hope my arrival can make this place shine!”
A pair of black tactical boots stepped onto the Italian black-and-gold marble floor, long hair rhythmically leaping with the cadence of his speech.
Wild, domineering aura arrived before the man himself, instantly sweeping over everyone.
Shu Wei, standing to the side, couldn’t help but slightly bow, hiding the upturn at her mouth.
She knew it.
The Train Conductor was definitely going to say something cheeky.
Su Huan looked at the bewildered crowd, subconsciously activating “General Energy Perception” only to be bounced back by something unknown, then turned to Shu Wei in a normal volume and said.
“Overkill, huh? Even set up a general energy suppression device. Isn’t this targeting me!”
Shu Wei stood straight, having concealed all her emotions, and said coldly, “I’ll reprimand them.”
The Train Conductor was very satisfied with the little secretary’s attitude and began to properly size up the hall before him.
In view was a massive sculpture of the Greek wine god Dionysus reveling with the nine Muse goddesses under moonlight, the expansive marble floor gleaming dully under the chandelier, with rows of stylishly dressed young people standing ahead.
“So the theater is like this?”
Su Huan found everything interesting and novel.
“Then what did you think it was like?”
“I thought there’d be lots of seats, or red curtains like that. Now it looks like a real estate sales center.”
“What you’re saying is in the back. This is just a hall. Have you never been to a theater before?”
“No, not once.”
Shu Wei was somewhat surprised, “A theater isn’t some expensive place.”
Amid the intertwining complex gazes, the two discussed irrelevant matters as if no one else was there.
Shu Wei answered the Train Conductor’s boring questions while looking at the crowd before her.
All familiar faces, many known before the apocalypse.
“Wei-jie, long time no see. Where have you been lately?”
The girl in the black dress trotted over, her face beaming with undisguised surprise and enthusiasm.
The slender fair legs exposed under the long skirt were very long, but facing Shu Wei, the girl still had to tilt her head up slightly.
As an evolver, it wasn’t just physical fitness that improved.
Shu Wei glanced at the girl and said coldly, “Do I need to report to you where I go?”
‘Interesting!’
Su Huan looked at his secretary in surprise, not expecting this woman to have such a sharp side; he hadn’t noticed before.
Then he glanced at the young people behind; many who had been stepping forward hesitated and stopped.
Such an amusing scene made even Su Huan reluctant to interrupt them.
The black-dress girl’s pupils stagnated slightly, but the smile on her face smoothly turned aside, as if just noticing Su Huan, with a coquettish air, “You’re so handsome. Are you Wei-jie’s friend? I’m Tan Yunxi.”
Then she extended a fair little hand.
Though she didn’t know who Su Huan was, from Shu Wei’s attitude and his appearance, he was surely an important figure.
Just didn’t know his relation to that armored train.
Su Huan looked at her playfully, raised his hand, and just as she prepared to shake, directly pinched her smooth cheek, pulling and tugging, “For saying I’m handsome, later hold your head and call me Train Conductor and I won’t kill you, hahaha…”
The string of crisp laughter and words led everyone in their hearts to label Su Huan as a dangerous character.
Tan Yunxi’s face hurt from the pinch, but she couldn’t break free, inwardly cursing Su Huan while regretting why she had come up to provoke this lunatic!
“Isn’t this a bit impolite, Mister Su?”
A somewhat stern voice came from behind.
Su Huan released his hand in surprise and looked toward the voice, seeing a woman in a silver mermaid skirt standing behind, looking over with disdain.
Bo Qingqing’s face was cold, but her heart was already excited.
She had thought the person Shu Wei was so respectful to was someone important, but it turned out to be that arrogant nutjob from the armored train.
Her authority wasn’t as great as Shu Wei’s, but she was one of the few who could access armored train data.
If it were an evolver from a major force, she might think twice.
But the armored train, a survivor small force of thousand-level, worthy of negotiating with their Black Kite?
If making a comparison, Black Kite was Dong Huang, and the armored train was some unknown small country. Even if Su Huan was the small country’s chief, so what?
Black Kite rejected one or two such small forces’ attachments every day.
Even her weakest bodyguard could easily take down the strongest of those small forces.
Shu Wei groveling to such people, she was really declining.
After waiting so long, finally seeing Shu Wei go downhill, Bo Qingqing was naturally thrilled.
Shu Wei frowned and was about to step forward, but Su Huan had already walked ahead.
Not knowing what he wanted to do, she could only follow closely.
Bo Qingqing watched Su Huan approach, a bit nervous in her heart, but seeing the evolvers and attendants around drawing closer, and Tier 2 powerhouse Zhong You just one meter away at her side, she relaxed.
Still maintaining a expression of feigned anger and restraint.
But as Su Huan got closer, something felt off; not only was there no anger on Su Huan’s face, but rather a probing scrutiny as if recognizing her.
Zhong You recalled Cao Yong’s instructions, frowned, and stepped forward.
The distance between the two instantly closed to within one meter.
A suppressed, confining terrifying aura pounced like a fierce tiger, fine hair standing on end all over, muscles tensing without brain command, assuming a retreating stance.
“And who are you?”
Su Huan looked at the stern young man before him with slight curiosity.
Zhong You felt like he was instantly pulled back from a strange world.
He found everyone around looking at him in shock.
He looked down and saw he had assumed a combat stance, one hand subconsciously touching his lower back, where the exoskeleton mounted the spear.
The people around seemed oblivious to this terrifying pressure.
‘Can’t they feel it at all?!’
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his temple, Zhong You’s gaze swept over Su Huan.
Suddenly noticing a white bracelet.
Realization dawned in his heart.
The other was like him, wearing a bio-magnetic field suppression device, but his own perception was sharper than everyone here, so he alone detected the opponent’s aura.
“What do you want, Mister Su?”
Bo Qingqing’s fearless scolding came from behind. Zhong You’s eyelid twitched, inwardly cursing idiot, and retracted his combat stance.
But still stood warily in place.
Afraid Su Huan would snap and kill.
Though both Tier 2, his intuition told him if the opponent wanted to kill, he couldn’t stop it.
Fortunately, Su Huan didn’t do anything extreme, stopping his steps three meters away.
Peering at Bo Qingqing past Zhong You, he asked Shu Wei with slight confusion, “Your mom? Doesn’t look like it…”
Since the volume wasn’t masked, everyone around heard it.
Gazes strangely swept back and forth between Bo Qingqing and Shu Wei’s faces.
Bo Qingqing herself was stunned, unsure whether to express anger or delight.
At under thirty, to be a twenty-nine-year-old woman’s mom—this was a first for her.
Shu Wei’s face turned ashen, “No!”
“Oh, isn’t it that your dad brought people for negotiation?”
Su Huan glanced at the young people ahead in formal dresses, then at Shu Wei and himself.
The four naturally looked neat compared to outside survivors, but in this luxurious bright hall, they seemed out of place, like WWII troops crashing a modern ballroom.
“Why are they dressed so fancy?”
Shu Wei looked at the crowd, a shadow flashing in her eyes, “Perhaps to them it’s not a negotiation, but a party.”
“Negotiation comes with dinner? Should’ve brought more people. Speaking of, is there multi-tier cake and roast suckling pig like on TV?”
Su Huan said regretfully.
The surrounding gazes grew even stranger. Before, she might have felt awkward, but next to the Train Conductor, it felt nothing.
She said coldly, “Roast suckling pig? Should have just arrived.”
“You’ve arrived.”
Mister Shu, arm in arm with Wang Yi, came down the spiral stairs.
Though over fifty, wealth nurtured him.
He looked exceptionally young, like a pair of thirty-something middle-aged spouses. The plain suit and skirt on them carried an inexplicable aura more than the young people below.
Su Huan turned to Shu Wei, “Calling your parents roast suckling pig—really wasted raising you.”
Shu Wei’s eye twitched—you’re the roast suckling pig!
But seeing her parents like this, a touch of sadness inexplicably rose in her heart.
How many years since seeing them arm in arm?
But soon, she concealed that emotion in her eyes.
Only when interests aligned would the two show this facade, so the question was.
Who was the prey of this party?
