Chapter 22: Preparing for Evacuation

Inside the temporary base at Salalah, all seven members of the "Penglai" team had returned and regrouped.

"What’s going on?"

Without even taking a sip of water, they hurried into the briefing room. The fact that two other teams handling emergencies had been summoned back as well meant something serious was happening.

"Headquarters has decided to evacuate our nationals from Yemen," Tong Wanxin said in a deep voice, gazing at his team members who all wore solemn expressions. He’d received the urgent message during dinner the night before.

Of course, another prerequisite was that both hostile parties were extremely confident and intent on probing each other; only then could such an incident occur.

Li Tiezui was notorious for sneaking off to Mo Xiang Residence to pester Third Lady, and had even tried to abduct Yao Hua.

"Alright! That’s the first issue. If no one has any objections, we’ll settle it as is. Now, let’s discuss the division of responsibilities," Liu Zhou said confidently, seeing that the others agreed.

Seeing Nan Hao in such a miserable state, Li Dongchen dared not imagine how tragically his sister Zi Chen must have died. Without hesitation, he kicked Ren Liwei aside and punched Yu Zhen in the chest.

Her weakness was naturally from three days of hunger, and her mental exhaustion was due to her spirit being wounded by an invisible sword of divine will, causing her relentless headache.

The visitor was a kindly-faced old man, the same elder who often bought meat sauce, a regular of theirs. He stopped by every morning for breakfast. After several encounters, Jing Shu had learned his surname was Chen.

At this moment, the entire Earth seemed swept up by an unseen force, the level of energy steadily rising, stirring grand waves in every direction.

Luo Yu turned from the bar, heading into the main hall to begin his work as a waiter.

But when Luo Yu saw the utterly empty comment section in the livestream, he was dumbfounded. What on earth was this?

Whether it was her first year or the first semester of her second year in high school, Jing Shu’s exam scores had never faltered; she always ranked among the top. This semester’s unit tests had her consistently in first place, so her family believed Jing Shu wouldn’t fall behind academically. If that was the case, then letting her take leave was fine.

Fu Lin smiled. He never fully trusted Shuo Sai. In the past, he’d received much silver from Shuo Sai, and handing it back should have counted as repayment. To teach Shuo Sai to deposit it would be humiliating, and besides, he couldn’t trust him.

"Alright, I’ll look around a bit more. Take care of the children, and Fourteenth Lady, come with me," Wang Qingzhu didn’t wish to continue the discussion and rose to call Wang Xinzhen outside.

"Junior, I heard you have something fun going on. Let me join, too. Your enemies are my enemies," Jiang Hanxuan called Ying Yue, who knew this senior had been involved in the last incident.

When Yang Feng returned, Elder Lin was already waiting in his room. He’d sent someone to fetch Yang Feng, but found the room empty. Elder Lin knew Yang Feng wasn’t an ordinary person and likely had business elsewhere, but he would certainly return. So he waited in Yang Feng’s room for his arrival.

Fan gave another cold, indifferent smile, and then vanished with a ghostly grace, leaving without hesitation or any hint of lingering intent.

For years, both the Spirit Realm and the Immortal Realm had sought to eradicate the Masked Organization, but the complex geography thwarted every campaign, resulting in no success and considerable loss of elite members from both realms.

The internet is not a lawless place. Even if you only post something, if someone wants to investigate, you can’t escape. So don’t think you can speak irresponsibly just because there’s a screen between you.

"It’s all thanks to my elder sister’s guidance," Dedema blushed, recalling her days in the palace awaiting marriage. Those from the Horqin region were settled in a manner opposite to Menggu Qing’s current arrangements, and none were subjected to such strictness. There was no need for such precautions against 'harm.'

The key was that, earlier in New York, my master and uncle deduced that Yang Guifei might have learned that the ancient secret of the Heavenly Listening Sect: that the fate of Tang rebellion leader Huang Chao still lingered in the world, and was even stirring again, defying fate and courting disaster.