Chapter 79: If You’re Not Arrogant, Can You Call Yourself A Young Man?
“No problem.” Xu Zheng closed his eyes and felt for a moment, “Just now I accidentally triggered the fierce ghost, next I will control it properly.”
“Good.” Zhang Qian nodded and said no more.
Soon, the plane’s wheels left the ground and began to gain altitude.
Xu Zheng showed an uncomfortable expression, gritted his teeth, feeling his eardrums bulging.
Fortunately, Xu Zheng did control himself, and until the ascent phase ended, the fierce ghost’s supernatural power did not leak out. The situation Zhang Qian had anticipated did not occur.
“Ding—”
The seatbelt indicator light changed from yellow to off, indicating that the plane had entered steady flight phase.
Xu Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: “Speaking of which, this is my first time flying. Good thing Zhang Qian you were here, otherwise there would have been big trouble.”
It seems flying around is not suitable for him. In the future, he should honestly take high-speed rail and cars.
“Where, the facts prove you can control yourself.” After Zhang Qian finished speaking, he quietly released the thread gripped in his hand.
If Xu Zheng couldn’t control it, Zhang Qian would naturally take action to suppress it.
But since Xu Zheng controlled it, there was no need to mention this little action.
Faint footsteps came.
A tall flight attendant pushed a meal cart towards the two. From her uniform, she did not seem to be from the airline company.
She was probably staff specially transferred from headquarters, so although her face showed no fear or other emotions, her smile was somewhat stiff.
It seems she was not used to the flight attendant identity.
Xu Zheng was so hungry his chest was sticking to his back, how could he care about so much. After confirming it was free, he picked a few lunches and ate heartily.
After filling his stomach a bit, he became concerned about the content of this mission.
“Zhang Qian… what are we going to do in Dadong City for this mission? Headquarters just told me to assist you, without mentioning any specific situation.”
The flight attendant had already left, so Xu Zheng spoke without reservation.
“To deliver a letter to the ghost. I don’t know the specific situation either, only that the location is some old house in Dadong City.” Zhang Qian also took a lunch and ate it.
“I heard from headquarters that you went to Dadong City before? Do you know Wang Cha Ling?”
“More than know him. I handled Wang Cha Ling’s entry assessment.” Xu Zheng paused his eating action, “Just a few days ago, headquarters had me accompany Wang Cha Ling to clean up supernatural events in Dadong City. I thought it would be long-term work, but Wang Cha Ling’s operations were even more outrageous than I imagined.”
“We resolved twenty or thirty supernatural events in one day. It was really a total massacre, with me handling the massacre and Wang Cha Ling handling the chaos.”
“That guy is definitely not an ordinary ghost controller. He’s absolutely a cheater.”
As Xu Zheng spoke, his tone actually carried a hint of indignation.
Back then, after successfully ghost controlling ghost hair, the laboratory staff nearly idolized him.
At first it was the number one in the country, later it got more exaggerated: number one in Asia, number one in the world…
Others might just be flattering, but Xu Zheng really believed it.
He once thought that even if he wasn’t max level, he was at least a top player ahead of the version. But just after coming out, he met a cheater.
No, now there are two.
Zhang Qian did not mind Xu Zheng’s strange gaze, but asked curiously: “Can you describe Wang Cha Ling’s fierce ghost? What form does his supernatural power take?”
“…Couldn’t tell.” Xu Zheng thought for a moment and could only answer honestly.
“Usually by the time I arrive at the scene of the supernatural event, before I even get out of the car, Wang Cha Ling has already pushed the golden box back.”
“The time to go out, walk in, and come back out—Wang Cha Ling probably spends less than half a minute resolving each supernatural event, so most of that one day was actually spent traveling.”
“At first I thought Wang Cha Ling was messing with us, but after checking, those fierce ghosts had indeed disappeared.”
Three minutes?
Zhang Qian couldn’t help smacking his lips. He had known Wang Cha Ling was strong, but didn’t expect him to be this fast.
This could only mean Wang Cha Ling’s strength was not on the same level as those fierce ghosts—perhaps even his own strength was below Wang Cha Ling’s.
Hmm…
As expected, some old thing that came out of nowhere.
If conflict arises, he wonders if ghost face can glare him to death. If not, how to escape.
Zhang Qian pondered the possible confrontation, and Xu Zheng, seeing his furrowed brow, didn’t dare start a topic.
Soon, the plane arrived over Dadong City in the two’s silence.
The landing process was uneventful, but Xu Zheng’s rosy cheeks still turned deathly pale.
Absolutely cannot fly back.
But without fierce ghost corroding the body, it did feel great.
Xu Zheng’s gaze fell on the suitcase. He had tried this before, but the corrosion would still pass to the body along the hair strands. He wondered what was special about Zhang Qian’s suitcase.
“Sorry, almost forgot about it.” Zhang Qian saw Xu Zheng’s look and thought he was reminding him to release the fierce ghost.
With a click, the suitcase opened, revealing a mass of black cloak.
The cloak slowly began to inflate, and in a moment stood up like an inflatable mannequin.
The figure stepped out of the suitcase and returned behind Xu Zheng.
It had finally returned.
Xu Zheng sighed, planning to ask Zhang Qian to help stuff it back after this mission.
Zhang Qian saw Xu Zheng not moving and assumed he was afraid of Wang Cha Ling’s existence.
So he pulled the suitcase and exited the plane first, “Let’s go. We’re just here to deliver a letter, not necessarily to conflict with Wang Cha Ling.”
“Here.”
Passing through the empty jet bridge, the two entered the hall one after the other.
But the atmosphere here felt off.
Quiet, too quiet.
Unlike the bustling airport in Flower Market, Dadong City’s airport exuded a dead stillness like stagnant water.
Looking around, the spacious hall surprisingly had no figure in sight.
Xu Zheng, walking behind, suddenly tugged Zhang Qian’s clothes corner and pointed outside in surprise: “What’s this situation?”
On the airport’s wide runway, aside from the special plane that just landed, there was no shadow of any other plane.
As if the entire airport existed just for the two of them.
But with no residual supernatural aura at the scene, the most likely possibility of a supernatural event could basically be ruled out.
Then it could only be man-made.
“Wang Cha Ling… what a grand gesture. Is this meant to give us a show of strength?”
From Zhang Qian’s decision to depart until arriving in Dadong City, only a short few hours had passed.
Yet Wang Cha Ling had cleared the entire airport in these short hours—this was no longer something mere money could achieve.
It seems this guy not only stood at the summit of ghost controllers, but also at the apex of ordinary people.
“Heh, Mr. Zhang is joking. With honored guests arriving, I naturally have to show sincerity.”
At the hall entrance, unbeknownst when, a mild-mannered, handsome youth appeared.
He exuded a scholarly aura all over, yet his words were extremely arrogant, “Welcome, you two, to my Dadong.”
