Shi Feng couldn't help but glance at Fang Shihan standing before him.
She was noticeably more haggard than before, and the domineering aura she once carried had faded—though the ambition burning in her eyes remained as fierce as ever.
"Just the two of us?"
Shi Feng's gaze drifted past her to a tall figure in the crowd—Matt—and an elderly man beside him. The old man's life force was remarkably robust, marking him as an absolute Grandmaster-level expert. And from the reverence Matt showed him, it was clear the elder held a very high position within Illusion Myth—at the very least, a Guild Elder.
Fang Shihan seeking him out alone said everything. She clearly had ideas of her own and wasn't entirely aligned with Illusion Myth. That much had been obvious even from the last time they'd dealt with the fourth-tier Class advancement information.
"That's right. Just the two of us." Fang Shihan gave a slight nod, then glanced sidelong at the long-haired young man standing beside Shi Feng and flashed a radiant smile. "Of course, you're welcome to bring someone else along. But if our little meeting gets exposed, I won't take responsibility for the consequences."
The long-haired young man's jaw nearly dropped on the spot.
Fang Shihan was the young miss of a major financial conglomerate—rumor had it she even lived in the Upper Zone. She was stunningly beautiful, Vice President of Illusion Myth, and an untold number of young talents had tried and failed to win so much as a moment of her attention. Even toward big names like Ke Le in the guild, she maintained an aloof, indifferent attitude.
Yet here she was, actively seeking out Shi Feng, looking positively warm and approachable—so much so that one might question whether this was even the same person.
"Who on earth is he?" the long-haired youth wondered, staring at Shi Feng with a head full of questions. But once he snapped out of it, he looked at Shi Feng with undisguised eagerness—the expression of someone silently begging, "Big bro, you've gotta take me along."
Fang Shihan was exactly the kind of person who was worth getting close to. Even if he just played the role of a third wheel, he could brag about it for the rest of his life.
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"Fine. Just the two of us works," Shi Feng nodded, completely ignoring the long-haired young man's desperate pleading.
"I figured you'd say that." Fang Shihan showed no surprise at his answer. She gestured toward a stretched-out luxury hovercar parked not far away and allowed herself a faint smile. "Then let's talk in my car. No outsiders will bother us there."
Zero Wing's battle at Ancient Rock City had sent shockwaves through the world.
Every major superpower in the Divine Realm had been stunned—especially by the opening of Zero Wing City, which was now raking in enormous profits day after day. The streams of resources flowing in included even Seven Luminaries Crystals, something the Upper Zone factions desperately coveted. All Five Super Guilds were interested, let alone her personally.
Zero Wing currently had no desire to cooperate with any of the superpowers—it wanted to keep every last drop of Zero Wing City's profits for itself. And the superpowers were utterly powerless to change that.
Though the great powers had no recourse, she was confident that her family's influence and resources in the Upper Zone could persuade Zero Wing to agree to a partnership. After all, Shi Feng was facing enormous trouble at the moment.
Having offended a Mental Realm Grandmaster—even someone living in a different Upper Zone—meant that grandmaster had no shortage of ways to make Shi Feng's life miserable. Among the three Upper Zones in the country, the families capable of shielding him could be counted on one hand, and hers was one of them.
Shi Feng glanced at the stretched luxury hovercar. It was a limited-edition model—the materials used in every component were likely top-grade alloys meant for spacecraft construction. Not only was it virtually soundproof, it could probably survive a missile strike without significant damage. He'd always wanted to buy one for Zero Wing, but never had the connections to make it happen.
He gave a nod. "Sure. Let's talk in the car then."