2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the strong black man's surrender did not end the assassination of the Holy Son, but instead seemed to turn on a switch, kicking off the meaningless farce that followed.

Strange killers continued to pour in from outside the venue, including cybernetics, beast-like genetic warriors, mercenaries carrying heavy thermal weapons and equipment, and a variety of attack methods and abilities began to be performed at the center of the stage.

As the only protagonist tonight, that man handled all emergencies gracefully and calmly.

No one died, and not even a few were injured.

Killers are constantly coming in, taking the stage, and performing, but in the end they all end with a sad curtain call, step down, and exit.

They unscrupulously attack one of the most terrifying superpowers in the world today without having to pay any price. They don't even need to swear allegiance or be implanted with that weird red blood thread. Just shrug your shoulders, show that you can't do anything, and leave through the main entrance of the venue.

Everyone sensed something was wrong, and the reason why these killers appeared was not simple.

The reason why the people present came to this dinner was that they were not very optimistic about the human side and wanted to take insurance in advance. It stands to reason that even if they are allowed to express their position and join the Shengyao Order, although no one is willing, it should not trigger such strong resistance.

Even the rocket launcher couldn't cause any harm to the Holy Son, but then someone jumped out with a submachine gun.

The absurdity of this thing is like: "This thing is a bit expensive to sell for 10 yuan, can it be ok for 20 yuan?"

It was obvious that someone in this venue had lost their mind.

He frantically summoned assassins from all walks of life, probably not because he didn't want to join the Holy Glory Order, but simply because he wanted to kill that man.

...

"One hour is up."

Yan Muyun looked down at his phone and said softly: "From now on, the third option is invalid..."

At this moment, the door of the venue was suddenly kicked open, followed by a burst of harsh laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A clown wearing an exaggerated costume and a red nose jumped in from outside, juggling throws and balls with his hands.

There were three balls spinning in the air, two footballs and one his head.

"Are you my guest? Hahahahaha!"

The clown laughed shrilly and suddenly threw all three balls in his hand. The head in the middle with a red nose and its mouth opened wide flew over the heads of everyone in the venue and hit the figure in the center of the stage.

Yan Muyun frowned in disgust, his eyes suddenly burst into blue-purple light, and two bolts of lightning shot out, turning the clown's head into ashes.

The harsh laughter stopped suddenly, and the body in exaggerated costumes in front of the venue's door fell apart.

Literally falling apart, hands, feet and fingers rolling everywhere.

"alright."

Yan Muyun clapped his hands and drew everyone's attention back to him.

With a smile, he glanced at the people in the audience who had not yet expressed their opinions, and said in a gentle tone:

"So may I ask, what is your choice?"

.....

At 12 o'clock at midnight, when these well-dressed celebrities walked out of the venue again, they all felt as if they were in another world.

They looked at the friends or strangers around them, smiled knowingly, and left in different directions without saying a word.

When Yan Muyun walked to the door of the venue, he suddenly stopped and smiled at a waiter beside the door.

The girl was frightened and cried. She sat limply on the ground, with large wet marks appearing on her pants.

"Don't scare her." Someone held his hand.

Yan Muyun looked sideways and met those love-shaped green eyes.

"I just want to praise her. She is very dedicated. She really shouldn't just let in unknown people without invitations... Tonight is a good example, isn't it?"

"Okay, they will give her a salary increase." Linda's voice was sweet and sweet.

Yan Muyun walked out and asked softly, "Aren't you going home yet? It's so late."

"I want to go back with you." Linda looked up at him and said seriously.

"What are you doing? I'm a serious person." Yan Muyun said warily.

"Oh, I just want to chat with you..."

"no."

"I'll exchange something with you."

"what?"

"one person."

"Alone." Yan Muyun stopped, frowning slightly and looking at the woman beside him.

Linda pursed her lips, her pink cheeks looked a little pale at this time, and nodded lightly: "Yes."

...

One o'clock in the morning, hospital ward.

Yan Muyun stood beside the operating table, looking at the mass of blood and flesh on it expressionlessly.

The reason why I say it is a "thing" is because this person really cannot be called a "person".

There were no legs, no arms, only a bare torso and an unrecognizable head on the neck.

Yan Muyun felt that his breathing was a little difficult, and his heart seemed to be clenched tightly by something, making it difficult to pump any fresh blood.

He couldn't recognize the other person, but his intuition told him that he must know the other person.

He reached out and gently opened the rubber tubes and wires of various medical instruments, and touched the other person's cheek lightly with his fingertips: "Who are you?"

The meat ball seemed to feel something, and his head tilted slightly, and the two bloody holes on his face "looked" this way.

"He can't hear." Linda stood behind Yan Muyun with her back to the operating bed: "He can't speak either."

Yan Muyun suddenly turned around, grabbed the other person's body and twisted it, his voice was extremely hoarse: "Who is he? Tell me who he is!?"

Linda seemed to be frightened, she closed her eyes and turned her head hard: "I don't know his name, I don't remember... He used to be a commissioner of the Special Branch, and he was in South Vietnam... ....”

The strength on her shoulders suddenly disappeared, Linda trembled all over, and she dared to open her eyes a thin slit, and then she froze.

The man actually cried.

The man who pushed aside the blasphemer of Chenjing Academy, the holy son of the Shengyao Order, this man who was regarded by many as a cruel and ruthless tyrant that night, his eyes were red at this moment, and crystal tears kept rolling down his cheeks.

"Get out!" Yan Muyun growled and pushed her away with all his strength. Linda, who was still in a daze, hit her back hard against the wall. Her vision went dark, and immediately there was a sharp pain like falling apart all over her body.

Yan Muyun clenched his fists and took several deep breaths, but he did not dare to look back at Xing Xiuxian on the operating table.

When he stood on the roof of the teaching building of Chenjing Academy and shouted out ten minutes to everyone, he thought he was really ready.

He knows that he has received too much attention, and wanting to be alone and live an ordinary life is just an extravagance.

So he planned to take another path. He wanted to become powerful, so powerful that no one would dare to have any thoughts about him or the people around him. Powerful enough to stand at the top of the world, powerful enough to no longer be restricted or controlled by any person or force, and able to act completely of one's own will.

He rejected the recruitment of the original divine envoy, broke away from the control and protection of the academy, and left all the familiar people, intending to face the darkest corner of the world alone, which was also fertile ground for him to grow at the fastest speed.

So he put on a mask to cover up his former student Yan Muyun, and revealed the Holy Son Yan Muyun to the outside world.

He thought he was really prepared, until the world showed the most ferocious malice to him without any warning.

...

When Linda regained consciousness and her vision became clear again, she found herself lying in the man's arms.

She raised her head blankly and met a pair of apologetic eyes.

"Sorry, I just lost control of my mood and accidentally hurt you." Yan Muyun sighed with self-reproach.

Linda shivered inexplicably.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the gentle man in front of her was more terrifying than the tearful lion just now.

There was something missing from the eyes that were looking at him, and there was something more that didn't exist.

The missing things made her feel strange to him.

Those extra things made her fearful of the other person.

This may sound ridiculous to others, because they have only known each other for less than 4 hours.

In fact, she had no right to call the other person a stranger, because in the eyes of outsiders, they had never been familiar with each other.

But Linda was inexplicably and extremely sure of Yan Muyun who was holding her at this moment, the man she saw at the venue door four hours ago who was blocked by the waiter, and the man who was later coerced at the dinner. The Holy Son of all people definitely has the most essential difference.