Zhang Chen couldn't just leave Bai Ziling behind and run off by himself, could he?
"You don't need to worry. I'll stay with you," Zhang Chen said to Bai Ziling, continually soothing her emotions.
"You don't need to comfort me. I'm only going back a few months later, not never going back," Bai Ziling said, rolling her eyes. "There's a unique flavor to life in this Northern Frontier too."
Seeing the expression on Bai Ziling's face, Zhang Chen realized he had worried for nothing. Compared to her previous lengthy sentence, staying in the northern lands for a few extra months was nothing. She didn't even have to work—it was practically a health retreat.
Zhang Chen put away the letter, then turned to Captain Liu. "Want to have a few drinks?"
"A joyous occasion indeed. Naturally, we should," Captain Liu said with a laugh.
Capital
Within a sealed-off compound somewhere in the capital, a beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, stood in the courtyard with a gloomy expression. Beside her stood five men around sixty years old, all equally grim-faced.
"We went through so much trouble to bring down Wang Haipeng, yet that old fellow found another chance to rise again. A centipede may die, but it never stops wriggling," Killing Intent flickered across the young woman's lovely face.
"That engine he produced is simply too useful. Compared with all existing machinery, it's equipment from another age. After Grand Ancestor saw the data, he praised it lavishly. We didn't even have a chance to refute it or pick holes in it." One of the old men sighed helplessly, his voice full of resignation. "Heaven truly refuses to cut off that beast's path to survival! Not only has he made a comeback, he has gone a step further.