Evan had been waiting for this call.
He wanted to know how the Dongli governnt planned to rescue Wendy Lewis.
When he answered, the sa steady male voice spoke:
“Mr. Evan Cole, Dongli will soon initiate a rescue operation for Dr. Wendy Lewis. We will need your cooperation.”
“No problem. I’m Dongli too—this is my responsibility.”
Hearing Evan say that, the man’s tone softened noticeably.
“It’s nothing complicated. Just stay in the Rovan capital for now and keep yourself safe. When our rescue personnel arrive, please hand Dr. Lewis’s letter to us.”
“Alright. How long until they arrive?” Evan asked.
Yvonne Hart had less than two months left to live.
He didn’t want this to drag on.
“Our recent entry applications were all delayed by Rovan officials for various reasons. Going through official channels is impossible. We will use the fastest thod of entry.”
The fastest thod?
Evan had a feeling Dongli was about to do sothing big.
“Can I ask what level the rescue personnel are?” he probed.
“You’ll know soon enough.”
The call ended.
Evan didn’t dwell on it.
He drank a bottle of Ti‑Ring Tree sap and began dancing Swan Dance.
After more than an hour, he could clearly feel the difference—
the sap was far more effective than Digestive Enhancer Tablets.
Once the sap’s dicinal power faded, he bit off a piece of Baby Ginseng root.
The effect was even stronger.
“If I take these natural dicines every day, I could digest the mutated crocodile extract several tis faster.”
Once you’ve ridden high‑speed rail, you never want to go back to slow trains.
Digestive Enhancer Tablets suddenly felt like trash.
“I’ll buy more of these natural dicines later. It’s just money.”
He only had around one hundred million left in cash,
but he still had EvolutionTech points worth billions.
He wasn’t worried.
Money existed to be spent.
If spending it made him stronger faster, then there was no reason to save.
The stronger he beca, the faster money would co.
A perfect cycle—
Spend → Grow stronger → Earn more → Spend again.
That night, Evan stayed up in the presidential suite, dancing nonstop.
When he got tired, he rested and let his Regenerator Core heal him.
Once recovered, he continued dancing.
He was like a soulless dancing machine.
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By morning, his body had returned to normal.
The swelling was gone.
He was no longer a “slightly chubby handso guy,”
but once again the bright, sunny young man he used to be.
But he was still far from fully digesting the mutated crocodile extract.
A massive amount of evolutionary energy remained inside him.
He skipped breakfast, locked himself in the room, and continued dancing.
If he had background music, it would definitely be Jolin Tsai’s “Three Days and Three Nights.”
He was prepared to stay in seclusion until he finished all his natural dicines.
But by noon, he was forced to stop—
because FangBro was pounding on his door like a madman.
“Big bro! Sothing huge happened!”
Evan opened the door.
“What happened?”
“Whoa—big bro, how did you lose so much weight overnight? What were you doing?”
“Cut the nonsense. What happened?”
“Dongli attacked!”
“What?!” Evan’s eyes widened. “They started a war?”
“No, no—Dongli’s three Saint‑tier sovereigns ca. Just now, they descended directly onto Rovan Academy and demanded Amida hand over the captives. The videos are blowing up online!”
“Holy—!”
Evan finally understood what “the fastest entry thod” ant.
“I rember Dongli only has four Saint‑tiers, right? So they left one at ho and sent the other three?”
“They really care about my sister.”
FangBro froze.
“Sister?”
“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you? The evolutionary scientist Amida captured is my sister.”
“For real?” FangBro looked doubtful.
“We’re on the sa household registration. How could it be fake?”
FangBro imdiately straightened up.
“If she’s your sister, then she’s my sister too. From now on, I’ll help take care of her with you.”
“Relax. She’s older than you. When I introduce you to Aunt Yun later—future Saint‑tier—why don’t you call her grandma? That’s a promotion for you.”
And that way I can rightfully call you my son…
They were still bantering when Evan’s phone rang again—
the sa Dongli number.
The familiar steady voice said,
“Evan, where are you? I’ll co collect the letter.”
Evan thought for a mont.
“You’re already in Rovan? No need. You’re taking the letter to Rovan Academy, right? I’ll go there myself.”
“Very well. Contact when you arrive.”
Evan hung up and said to FangBro,
“Let’s go. We’re heading to Rovan Academy to watch the show.”
FangBro nodded excitedly.
“I was planning to livestream it anyway. This is huge news. Big bro, you didn’t lie—today’s headline really is at Rovan Academy!”
“Of course. I never lie. So… have you thought about becoming a grandson yet?”
“Well… if she really becos a Saint‑tier, being her grandson doesn’t sound too bad…”
Rovan Academy’s gate was packed with people.
But everyone kept a wide distance—
No one dared get too close to the three Saint‑tiers floating in the sky.
If a fight broke out, anyone nearby would be vaporized.
Evan arrived using FangBro’s earth‑phase movent.
FangBro imdiately started livestreaming.
Evan walked to a quiet corner and called the Dongli official.
After giving his location, he put away his phone and looked up at the three Saint‑tier sovereigns.
These were figures who frequently appeared in international news.
Ethan Graves, Supre Commander of Dongli’s military.
Winston Hale, President of Dongli University and legendary scholar.
And above them, the highest authority of Dongli—
Graham Sterling, Chairman of the People’s Council.
“You must be Evan.”
A familiar voice sounded beside him.
Evan turned—
A calm, composed middle‑aged man was standing right in front of him.
The man extended his hand with a smile.
“Nice to et you. I’m Tyler Hayes, Secretary to Chairman Sterling.”
Evan recognized the voice imdiately—
This was the Dongli official he had been speaking to all along.
He hadn’t expected him to be the secretary of Dongli’s highest leader.
Evan grabbed his hand with both of his, eyes lighting up.
“Uncle Hayes!”
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