The private jet landed smoothly within Li Qingzi's private estate, where a remarkably long runway had been specially constructed, even exceeding the length of some public airports by double, all for the sake of safety.
Bai Cangshu swirled his red wine glass, looking out the window at this nation controlled by a conglomerate; his eyes, obscured by the glass, appeared blood-red and sinister.
"Tsk, it really is a small country."
The plane had a full service team. The translator, who had previously accompanied Li Qingzi to Myanmar, heard Bai Cangshu's words and her expression turned sour, but seeing that Miss Li showed no reaction and remained seated beside him, she dared not speak.
Li Qingzi disembarked the plane. Returning to a familiar place slightly eased her Mental state, but thinking that Bai Cangshu was also with her, her eyelids drooped. Many things had already inevitably occurred.
She had no choice but to take it one step at a time.
A middle-aged man in a finely tailored black suit waited in the estate. He was a director of the March Conglomerate, and part of Li Qingzi's direct influence, specifically managing various internal group matters for her.
Upon seeing Li Qingzi, he immediately went to greet her, concisely and quickly reporting the changes within the group.
The Ability User situation could no longer be concealed. The March Conglomerate had begun to formulate countermeasures in this regard, with the head of the conglomerate, Li Xianhou, personally stating that the March Conglomerate would enter the field of high-precision biological research, and had chosen Li Qingzi's father to personally oversee the establishment of this department.
Li Qingzi remained expressionless, her aura extraordinary. One after another, personnel continuously reported their work, and she briefly analyzed and processed it, reallocating resources according to priority.
To acquire a large amount of equity in the group's most important intelligent device sector at the age of twenty-four, she did not rely entirely on Li Xianhou's favoritism and the Reincarnator's exclusive cruel abilities.
Or rather, the reason Li Xianhou favored this eldest granddaughter so much was precisely because she possessed that ability!
Bai Cangshu walked behind, listening to those people jabbering in their own language. He hadn't enabled the universal language ability in the space, so he temporarily couldn't understand.
But just by observing their posture, heart contractions, and facial expressions, he could discern a lot of information.
For example, the first man who came over to report kept glancing at him subtly, and his heart rate and breathing rhythm had changed.
The other party cared about him a lot.
Or rather, this was probably the reason why the other party was so devotedly following Li Qingzi.
Tsk ~
He uninterestingly averted his gaze. This kind of self-righteous love always bored him.
The more these conventional guys follow women, the less likely they are to truly touch a woman's heart.
"Hey, woman, I'm tired. Arrange a room for me."
He spoke to Li Qingzi, interrupting their conversation.
Li Qingzi remained expressionless, but inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief. She was pleased that Bai Cangshu had not called her "little slave girl" or anything more unpleasant like "slave."
"You all take this Mr. Bai to rest in the estate. Go to Seoul and invite a Chinese chef to cook."
She thought for a moment, then added,
"Arrange Mr. Bai's room in the one with the best environment!"
Her old butler immediately nodded and turned to make arrangements. Several people led Bai Cangshu away, and Bai Cangshu did not do anything more terrifying.
He behaved quite calmly.
Li Qingzi vaguely felt that he was brewing something, perhaps the new mission that was about to begin, or perhaps he was suppressing his murderous intent towards Xu Zhiyu.
But no matter what, she had gained a moment of respite.
Her immediate priority now was to meet her grandfather and take control of the so-called high-precision biological technology department.
...
After resting for a day, Bai Cangshu also received a notification from the space on the second day that he would be deployed in one day.
Furthermore, after Li Qingzi returned to the space, she used her connections to find out that many gatherings and teams were extensively sweeping the Slum for supplies, various healing abilities, and special items like scapegoat straw men.
All signs indicated that many Reincarnators believed the space was about to initiate a new round of large-scale high-risk deployments.
The so-called large-scale high-risk deployment refers to the super-large deployments that occur once or several times every few mission cycles in the space.
More than dozens or even hundreds of Reincarnators are simultaneously deployed to a concentrated special world.
The difficulty of those worlds is extremely high, and the death rate is far beyond that of ordinary missions.
But at the same time, the output of such missions is also quite high. Almost every Reincarnator who comes out alive rapidly rises, using the gains from that world to quickly cross the Ladder.
Just like when a storm is brewing, the sky is already filled with dark clouds, and the air has become moist.
Reincarnators are like ants, having already sensed the signs and are constantly preparing for potential dangers.
Bai Cangshu remained calm, lying by the estate pool, sunbathing and eating the expensive fruits of this country.
The goddess's hint, the demon's information, and Luo Xi's commission—all information seemed to converge, hinting at what his next mission would entail.
This situation was quite strange, as if there was a predetermined fate in the dark, and many people reacted before the event arrived.
Bai Cangshu looked bored at the white clouds above him. He felt as if he was at the center of a storm, with that strange [Strong Luck] and this subtle arrangement.
All of it highlighted his special and unusual nature.
Bai Cangshu then thought of the beginning of everything, his friend who had suddenly died.
The other party handed him that thing before dying in a busy urban area.
Everything seemed very reasonable.
But this was only after he became a Reincarnator!
If he hadn't become a Reincarnator, after the Reincarnator Chu Qi died, his own existence should have been erased, and he would have forgotten Chu Qi's existence.
So, when Song Xian came to investigate him, asking if he remembered Chu Qi, that was a loophole.
Or rather, Song Xian could only rely on that question to confirm whether he was a Reincarnator.
But in fact, he wasn't a Reincarnator at the time, yet he could still remember Chu Qi, and Song Xian didn't suspect him of being a Reincarnator because of it.
Then there's only one answer: when Song Xian found him, Chu Qi hadn't died at all!
And Song Xian knew this point.
This is very interesting. Chu Qi, who hadn't died, gave him that Great Sin card, and Song Xian, who should have known Chu Qi wasn't dead, didn't know that Chu Qi had given him the card.
The relationship between these two seemed to be collaborative, yet their information was not shared.
"Tsk, Chu Qi, oh Chu Qi, where are you hiding…?"
Bai Cangshu murmured the name of his old friend. He felt that to unravel the mysteries surrounding him, finding Chu Qi might be the only viable solution.
The question was, how to do it.
Bai Cangshu tapped the back of the lounge chair, and the water in the pool rippled outwards in circles, like surging waves.
Suddenly, he thought of the special department Li Qingzi mentioned. Perhaps, he really should have a force that could exist openly.