Bai Yan put away the letter, returning to the An Family Mansion with a heavy heart.
The Maybach drove back to the An Family Mansion, and as the two won got out of the car, they noticed that Bai Yan was still sitting inside, frowning and seemingly lost in thought.
"Brother Yan? We’re ho, why aren’t you coming out?"
An Xiaowan looked at Bai Yan with so concern. Ever since they left Anxiang Villa, Bai Yan had been frowning, and it pained the naive girl to see him like this, but she didn’t know how to comfort him.
"Um, you go ahead back, I need to go out for a bit."
Bai Yan smiled gently, comforting the two won, then the Maybach turned around and left the An Family Mansion.
Bai Yan didn’t even give An Xiaowan and Chen Jing a chance to react; the Maybach sped away, disappearing from their sight.
"Brother Yan!"
An Xiaowan watched the departing Maybach with a sense of loss, unsure of what Bai Yan was worried about today. She wanted to share his troubles, but Bai Yan didn’t give her the chance.
"Xiao Wan, let’s go ho."
Chen Jing hugged An Xiaowan’s delicate shoulders, whispering comfort to her.
"But, Brother Yan..."
An Xiaowan placed her hands on her chest, biting her lips lightly, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she watched the Maybach disappear.
"Maybe he has so worries... It’s okay, silly girl! Bai Yan is a man, and sotis he needs ti to himself, we shouldn’t disturb him."
Chen Jing whispered, this saying was ant for An Xiaowan but also for herself.
The way Bai Yan’s eyebrows were tightly knitted, deeply worried these two naïve won, and they wished they could use their tenderness to soothe those tightly locked brows.
The Maybach continued driving away from the An Family Mansion.
"Ding-dong!"
On the car, Bai Yan’s phone vibrated slightly; a ssage about a transfer of ten billion had arrived, it seems those tycoons were quite prompt.
But since it was a direct request from above, their efficiency was naturally much higher than usual.
The Maybach stopped at a street corner.
"Click."
Bai Yan lit a cigarette. The transfer of ten billion no longer brought any excitent to him; his thoughts were still on the imnse pressure given by Dragon Shadow and the secrets surrounding his parents’ deaths.
Bai Yan took out the letter from Elder An and tore it open.
Inside the envelope was a stack of docunts, glaringly labeled: "HX-1 Classified Docunt Copy!"
It was a stack of copied classified docunts.
Why did Elder An give this?
Bai Yan frowned, flipping through the docunts, the identities and photos of dozens of people appeared before Bai Yan’s eyes.
"[Dragon Shadow]True Na: Wang Zijun. Gender: Male. Age: 24. Dragon Team S-class combat personnel, Huaxia Abnormality Organization SS-class Single Ability User, born in a Huaxia military family. Ability: SS-class Spatial Mastery."
"[Dragon Eyes]True Na: Angel. Gender: Female. Age: 33. Dragon Team S-class support personnel, not a mber of the Abnormal People Organization, born in Huaxia An Family. Ability: None."
...
A stack of docunts, dozens of people, both n and won, all Dragon Team mbers’ data, all with code nas starting with "Dragon!"
On the last page of the data, there was only an Azure Dragon Badge affixed to it. Although the badge was black and white, a strong aura seed to perate through the paper, as if the Azure Dragon on it was about to burst out of the paper and soar into the sky.
A line of flowing script in small characters, written below the Azure Dragon Badge.
Dragon Team: My death for the country’s birth! Honorable even in death! Transford into a sharp sword! Defend our Shen Zhou!
"Dragon Team..."
Bai Yan put away the docunts, murmuring the na softly. These sixteen words struck his heart like iron, leaving him restless for a long ti.
Even the cigarette in Bai Yan’s fingers had burned down to the butt, yet he remained motionless.
After a long while, Bai Yan sighed and put away the envelope.
"Shred."
Bai Yan tore up the stack of docunts, casually throwing the pieces into the Demon Breeding Farm.
From a young age, under the influence of his parents’ teachings, Bai Yan had developed a deep respect and love for his country.
"One mont of being a Hua Xia person, a lifeti of embodying the Hua Xia soul."
This was a phrase Bai Yan’s parents repeatedly emphasized to him from a young age.
It was also the reason why Bai Yan made concessions to the Second Leader at Anxiang Villa, agreeing to provide the Wanyan dicine No.1 to the nation for free.
However, Bai Yan also knew that if it weren’t for Elder An, if it weren’t for the fact that he himself was a Hua Xia person, the Second Leader’s attitude towards him today would not have been so mild.
Of course, Elder An played a very significant role, as he always intentionally or unintentionally considered things from Bai Yan’s perspective.
Including this detailed information, although the Second Leader had always been reluctant to ntion anything about Dragon Shadow and Dragon Team, Elder An quietly arranged for soone to pass the information to Bai Yan.
Elder An had invisibly helped him a lot, and Bai Yan truly felt grateful from the bottom of his heart.
Bai Yan snapped out of his deep thoughts; it was about ti, President An should be off work now, and Bai Yan started the Maybach, ready to head towards Shen Zhou Group.
However, at this very mont, a text ssage from An Yan ca in.
"Bai Yan, I’m at the Bolei Church on Xiangzhang Road, soone is bothering , hurry over!"
Who dares to ddle with my woman! They must be tired of living!
Bai Yan frowned, threw aside his phone, and stomped on the gas pedal.
"Vroom!!"
The Maybach roared to increase speed, heading straight for Xiangzhang Road!
...
HZ city, being one of the early cities of Hua Xia to open to the world since the reform, supported by various policies, has long beco a hub for international exchange.
Bolei Church on Xiangzhang Road is an old building from the 80s, and this year also marks the expiration of the lease for Bolei Church. Shen Zhou Group purchased this plot of land, planning to renovate Bolei Church into a hotel.
The reason An Yan was here was to negotiate the demolition of the church.
Normally, as the president, she wouldn’t need to take action personally, but the priest in the church was exceptionally troubleso, adamantly refusing to agree to the demolition, even if An Yan offered a substantial amount of compensation.
Even An Yan’s personal negotiation had no effect; instead, she was entangled by the priest.
Inside Bolei Church.
"Father, I’ve said it many tis, I respect your faith, but please respect mine too, I truly do not need to believe in your God."
An Yan smiled bitterly with a hint of helplessness.
An elderly priest in his seventies followed behind An Yan, step by step, with a compassionate expression, his voice soft as he advised, "Lost lamb, you carry the malevolent aura of demons, only by believing in the rciful God can you forever bask in glory, free from the entanglents of demons."
Perhaps because he has been in Hua Xia for a long ti, the priest spoke in standard Mandarin, even with a slight local HZ dialect.
"Father John... Sigh, if you indeed disagree with the demolition, then we will have to arrange for governnt officials to negotiate with you, to lawfully reclaim the land usage rights of Bolei Church."
An Yan sighed, then seriously added.
As for what the old priest just ntioned, the so-called demonic aura she supposedly carried, she would never believe such typical charlatan speech.
"Land is not important, saving those entangled by demons is my purpose of existence; God told , you need my salvation!"
Old Priest John was relentless, his expression compassionate yet serious as he spoke to An Yan.
Father John, dressed in a pristine white robe, holding an old Holy Bible, did indeed carry the unique aura of a god-loving person, but An Yan was not buying any of it.
She is a true Hua Xia person, the President of An University truly does not want, nor needs to believe in any God!
"You! Sigh, can we not talk about beliefs? If you disagree with the terms of demolition, then I must take my leave."
An Yan said with a mix of laughter and helplessness, once again rising to leave.
An Yan was really driven mad by this old priest; from the mont she entered, he had been constantly at her side. One mont saying she was entangled by demons, another mont saying she needed to believe in God for liberation, making An Yan extrely embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"No, you cannot leave yet! If you walk out of the church, you will be re-entangled by demons! Driving away demons for the people is my duty and obligation!"
Father John stubbornly said, "I want to save you."
An Yan and her female secretary looked at each other, both sighing helplessly.
"Bang!!!"
Just then, the door of Bolei Church was kicked open violently.
"She doesn’t need your salvation!"
A tall and upright figure appeared at the entrance of the church, the setting sun casting over his shoulders, making his shadow stretch far; the shadow seed capable of blanketing the entire church and was filled with a malevolent aura.
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