Chapter 147: China Now Wants to Poach Talent Too

February 1963, Kiev.

Cold wind howled outside the Cybernetics Institute of the Academy of Sciences, rattling the frost-covered windows of Viktor Glushkov’s office.

Inside, a heavy electronic computer hummed faintly in the corner, its indicator lights blinking without pause.

On the walls hung Glushkov’s achievements: sketches of cybernetic systems and computer designs nailed haphazardly beside shelves crammed with technical journals.

Tasi Er uttered the final incantation, and in an instant, the entire castle flipped over in space; its immense weight caused the ground to collapse, and nearby rivers surged through the cracked castle walls.

This was also why, in Su Xin’s Earth Listening perception, a dozen extra signatures suddenly appeared in an instant.

Zhou Lingyun sat on the bed, looking down at him, feeling as if he were a knight guarding a princess.

Kang Chenyang found Tang Hao a secluded spot, then Shen Ping’an laid down barriers and arrays around him, ensuring Tang Hao could cultivate in peace, before turning to Kang Chenyang.

The Mo sisters sang as they slowly unfastened their silken robes; Cheng Yifei hurried to the window and looked out—there, beyond the courtyard wall, stood a masked figure, hovering midair without touching the ground.

Fighting monsters within the eighth-rank secret realm, human transcenders of low and mid-ranks would inevitably suffer high casualties.

“You’re the boss Tang who wants to take my cousin?” Duan Tianrui’s eyes now blazed with murderous intent.

Why was Ruan Shiying pushing herself so hard today? She didn’t know how long that frozen stillness had lasted yesterday—if it were decades, it would be worse than death, so she might as well fight him to the end.

Tall and slender, with strikingly handsome features, his eyes slightly closed, he looked utterly detached from the world.

Ling Ye stepped forward and noticed Huang Junming’s face was deathly pale, with a ring of black energy swirling beneath his skin around his eyes.

After identifying the direction of Luoyang’s center, they rushed there without pause; indeed, many monks secretly searched for the Thunder Yan Toad Mother, which they all evaded, finally arriving beneath Luoyang’s city gates at dawn.

The remaining four ninjas, terrified and shattered by Tang Feng’s prowess, yet bound by years of training, knew the rule of survival: either the enemy dies or we do. They decided to strike together, confronting Tang Feng head-on, even if it meant mutual destruction.

“We’re ordinary civilians like you—because of the king’s tyranny, we could no longer survive, so we founded the Desert Scorpion Gang, to overthrow the tyrant and rebuild a nation full of benevolence and righteousness,” said one leader.

Lin Yumeng looked up and gave Han Bing a big smile, shaking her head without speaking; behind her, He Hua frowned in silence, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Lin Yumeng, puzzled by this sudden change in her.

Yin Qing stared at the five-colored dragon, a full foot long, his eyelids twitching; a gut feeling told him it was a terrifying creature, yet he couldn’t say exactly why.

Seeing all preparations complete, Lin Yumeng sent He Hua a message, asking when she would return.

“Are you afraid of going to the police station—or afraid of being with me?” Wei Lanying fixed her gaze on Xiao Yunfei.

He intensified his spiritual awareness and summoned earth spirit energy, seeking to uncover the truth; whether by luck or because earth spirit energy was miraculously potent, a sudden thought flashed into his mind.

A friend of mine came to my house a few days ago, and today he came again, sitting in the same spot.

Wang Kai extended his arm, letting Mandy see clearly, then activated Armament Haki; his arm was coated in an invisible armor, and he drove the butterfly knife down with force—Mandy nearly screamed, knowing full well how sharp her butterfly knife was, but the next sight left her speechless.