[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-arrival-in-1994":3,"chapter-arrival-in-1994-arrival-in-1994-chapter-59":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Arrival in 1994",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2352540,4601,"Chapter 59","arrival-in-1994-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>Thank you to Buyi for the 1888 donation, and to Sa Wu Fei Wu for the donation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing Jack and Paul off, Ye Nan’s study immediately fell into complete silence, not a sound to be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he had no interest in continuing to read; he simply stared out the window at the flowing water, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foreign land, Zhongjiu  is a foreign land—not his homeland, lacking his ancestors’ graves; whether in his past life or this one, he remained a child of Huaxia, his bloodline unchanged, a pure and true Han man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet whether in his past life or this one, he understood little of Huaxia, that ancient nation—he knew nothing of Hanfu, court robes, poetry, or verse; he had thrown away nearly all of his ancestors’ heritage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arriving in this world, he had devoted himself entirely to wondering whether he should learn something from his ancestors to cultivate his character, but one loss followed another, and this thought gradually faded; only when night grew deep and still did he remember it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come out—you’ve hidden long enough. Are you still planning to stay hidden?” Ye Nan sneered toward the door, watching a figure walk in from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit was exceptionally active, frequently breaking through the barriers of his flesh to perceive everything beyond, comprehending all with perfect clarity—most importantly, this perception consumed no physical strength whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Paul entered, he had sensed someone following behind him; he initially assumed it was Paul’s friend, but when Paul left and the person remained, still lurking, he knew this visitor was eavesdropping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His affairs were not truly secret—even if discovered, those people could not overpower him; he merely adopted a mindset of exploiting whoever he could, and thus devised this so-called conspiracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the man outside, he wanted to see how long he could endure it—but it turned out he himself could not wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still need to train my temperament, lest I become so impatient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a white fitted T-shirt, muscles bulging and straining the fabric, Ma Deng walked in, face set with grim determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Deng stared at Ye Nan, utterly incredulous; from their conversation, he had learned his own team was nothing more than a dog, a disposable pawn—this enraged him, for he had always regarded his comrades as reliable partners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what enraged him most was Paul—he had known Paul for years; after this expedition, he had believed Paul was his brother, never once looking down on him for being Shuer; yet today he learned Paul had been working for these so-called rich men all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re angry,” Ye Nan said, sneering at the fury on his face. He picked up his wineglass, poured himself a glass of red wine, swirled it, then raised the crimson liquid: “Working for the rich—wasn’t that your own choice? I pay, you labor—a fair transaction. If there’s anything to be angry about, it’s only that you poor people lack the evil of money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You look down on us?” Ma Deng returned a sneer, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his bulging muscles. “I can defeat you with one hand. Your bodyguards don’t even know you exist. You’re a millionaire—but your essence is pathetically weak. Money is merely external.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re showing off your muscles? That’s hilarious… absolutely hilarious—you’re showing off your muscles right in front of me.” Ye Nan nearly collapsed laughing; he had never seen anyone do this before—not even Kenneth would dare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since injecting Godzilla’s cells, Ye Nan had not only evolved his mind, gaining a spirit and the God Perception—he had also evolved his physical body. Now, he possessed strength equal to at least two adult men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this man named Ma Deng dared to flaunt his muscles before him, boldly claiming he could kill Ye Nan in an instant—Ye Nan burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One must admit: ignorance breeds fearlessness. The more one knows, the more one fears—just as many fallen American youths worship Godzilla as a god, unaware that beneath Godzilla’s feet lie countless dead and ruined buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you laughing at?” Ma Deng was baffled by Ye Nan’s laughter; instinctively, he felt he had said something wrong, yet could not pinpoint where.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just amused by your ignorance. Showing off muscles in front of me? Fine—I’ll play along.” Ye Nan crushed the wineglass in his hand, letting red wine and glass shards spill onto his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for Master Ye Nan to lift a finger—Kenneth can handle this for you.” Kenneth stood clad in black special ops gear, his blue eyes cold and calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Deng’s face darkened; from these men alone, he could tell they were forged in blood and fire—true warriors, far superior to him, who was merely physically strong but had never set foot on a battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to play, then play,” Ye Nan said listlessly. He had originally intended to have some fun, but since Kenneth had arrived, he wanted to see his skill—see whether this legendary soldier was truly worth all the trouble he’d gone through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Deng stared at the two, then stepped forward suddenly, reaching to grab Ye Nan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Capture the leader first—once he seized Ye Nan, all danger would vanish; then, whether he escaped on this luxury yacht or jumped overboard, he would hold the advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Capture the leader first?” Ye Nan’s eyes flickered with mockery. He blurred sideways, landing lightly aside, evading Ma Deng’s grasp. Against such an ordinary man, he didn’t even need to strike first—defending and countering was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenneth’s eyes flashed with irritation; if Ma Deng had seized Ye Nan, his performance would have been a total failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, rooted firmly, seized Ma Deng’s back with one hand and pulled him back, while the other clenched into a fist, snapping across Ma Deng’s throat—tightening, strangling him with lethal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t kill him—I don’t want blood on my ship. Blood stains my yacht,” Ye Nan said, gently caressing the wall as if he truly cherished it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This yacht had originally been a gift from shipping tycoon Marinakis to William Douglas—three decks total: the top held the captain’s bridge, the middle housed entertainment rooms and cabins, and the bottom contained the true luxury quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ye Nan had shamelessly demanded it for himself—and since acquiring it, he had cherished it deeply, unwilling to let anyone defile his vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>",1065,"2026-06-21T03:32:50.781Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b5c16a63154ba8dd3a3bbba473068c5fd811529e7422a3881da5132bfd143d3d","arrival-in-1994-chapter-60","arrival-in-1994-chapter-58",643,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farrival-in-1994-cover.jpg"]