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Watching Jeston, whose face beco distorted from swallowing a belly full of wind due to opening his mouth while speeding, Feng Xue felt not a iota of compassion. Instead, she further accelerated, delighting in the sight of Jeston’s face rippling chaotically in the turbulent air current.
To Feng Xue, her impression of Jeston wasn’t exactly terrible—rather, it was complex.
She wasn’t the Holy Mother and wouldn’t make concessions on principle, but in terms of results, Jeston indeed had almost killed her while also providing significant assistance.
Without the "Money Printer" tag he supplied, let alone starting a conversation about Libra, the ambulance industry chain he created not only beca her major source of "Identity" for a period of ti but also directly transford into the term "Ambulance Demon."
More importantly, his practice of employing only Asians directly catalyzed the ergence of the Kaidan "All Yan Country people know Martial Arts." It could be said that without Jeston, even if Feng Xue could have made it, it would have taken a much longer ti.
However, from another perspective, even if Jeston gave her a shot of angel investnt, it couldn’t negate the fact that he almost killed her. As for the assassin Clothing that went missing, that was just a trivial matter.
Feng Xue didn’t care much for what others thought, for she considered herself a good person, and thus, grudges and favors had to be clearly distinguished.
To her, rits and derits couldn’t cancel each other out.
If you saved my life, I would repay you the sa—but the money you owe still needs to be paid back; the sa goes the other way around. As an angel investor, Jeston had a considerable influence on her path to Kaidan. Feng Xue planned to repay him, but the grudge for almost being killed by him also demanded retribution.
So Feng Xue reasoned—
Hey, isn’t this coincidental?
Thus, Feng Xue ca to Columbia.
...
Casually throwing Jeston on the ground, Feng Xue dragged a chair over and sat down. Jeston, seeing this wasn’t Fran’s interrogation room, let out a slight sigh of relief and quickly said,
"Han, Mr. Han ii, whatever you need to do, I’ll help! If you’re looking for Fran, he’s currently at the military research facility, I..."
"Damn it, Han ii!" Feng Xue smirked, tossing a bag of salt in Jeston’s face to cut him off, not really having any particular motive against Fran. She simply squinted her eyes and revealed a "benevolent" smile, asking,
"Don’t be nervous. I just want to ask you one question... Do you, or do you not, want to beco a Kaidan? Oh, in your words, a ’Mutated Ghost.’"
"Uh... this..." Upon hearing Feng Xue abruptly ask this, Jeston was sowhat at a loss for words, not expecting the boss to show up out of the blue just to say this.
Seeing the dumbfounded expression on his face, Feng Xue only laughed harder. She stood up from her seat and started circling Jeston, saying as she walked,
"Becoming a Kaidan is quite interesting. You don’t age, you don’t die, you can be resurrected, and you can even gain Power from legends. You know about Cain, right? The one whose farming was spurned by Yahweh? I’m on good terms with him!"
"Uh... um..." Jeston’s face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, and he quickly nodded his head. However, he wasn’t quite the fool. Just as he finished nodding, he thought of sothing and with so difficulty asked,
"Is there a condition?"
"Hmm, after all, with immortality, there’s got to be so kind of price to pay, right? Like, if no one rembers you, you just disappear—kind of like those guys who vanish in prison." Feng Xue shrugged indifferently, but Jeston was not at ease. He might be dense, but he wasn’t dumb, and naturally understood that there had to be more pitfalls to this. Otherwise, such a great deal wouldn’t be offered to him. Given his complete lack of power to resist, he could only nod and say,
"I’m willing, as you suggest. I don’t have any other choice. I just hope you tell everything—let die with so understanding."
"Oh, not as dumb as you look!" Feng Xue felt a slight surprise inside, but still nodded and said,
"Actually, it’s not much. First, being rembered must be highly targeted—think of it like a ... You know what a is, right? It’s like the Super Serum your Columbia is manufacturing; you should know about that."
Jeston nodded silently. In fact, the team that now produced the Super Serum was taught by teachers from the special education school he owned.
If it was just to that extent, he could simply invest in making a few movies himself. Good movies might be hard to make, but he could always produce sothing as bad as Sharknado. Make them for ten years, make dozens of them—eventually, it would beco a !
Jeston’s brain was clearer than it had ever been. He even began to look forward to it, because if it were really that simple, he could beco immortal...
"Second, you have to go to the Otherworld."
"What?" Jeston’s newly constructed blueprint collapsed in an instant, followed by disbelief as if he had misheard.
The Otherworld?
Was it the supposed world behind the door?
Thinking of Fran’s ghastly appearance, Jeston montarily felt a tingling in his sphincter.
"Don’t be afraid. It’s just a parallel world. You know about VR gas, right? You will enter a virtual ga as a player, then try to create s. If you succeed, you’ll beco a Kaidan. If you fail, well, you won’t need to co back."
"A ga, so that ans it’s okay if you die?" Hope flickered in Jeston’s eyes, and Feng Xue nodded,
"Right, dying in the ga is fine, as long as you don’t starve to death in real life. Just to be clear, I won’t be leaving you any money. You’ll have to work and earn your own money there and learn the local language."
"No problem! After you disappear, I also learned so Chinese, Ni Hao! Is it too late?"
Jeston imdiately uttered the classic Arican-accented Chinese, causing Feng Xue to roll her eyes and interrupt him, then said directly,
"Alright, alright, if you’re ready, then let’s get going!"
After that, without waiting for Jeston to react, she pulled out a wrapping cloth and packed him up.
There was no rule saying the wrapping cloth couldn’t pack a living person, and the waist bag didn’t say it couldn’t hold a living person, either. So, smuggling with the waist bag was quite reasonable.
Back in the ga world’s reality, Feng Xue quickly arranged a small bachelor pad and a complete set of identities (from the [Cyber Hacker] label) for Jeston. In a sense, Feng Xue indeed hadn’t completely finished what she was saying.
After all, although one couldn’t die in the ga, once Jeston beca a Kaidan, he would definitely have to die once.
As for whether he’d beco a real Kaidan after death or be completely dead, that was a gamble! Just like when Feng Xue was in prison, betting on whether she would live or die.
Hmm, vengeance for grudges, gratitude for favors—a single deed satisfying two demands, perfect!
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