But if the Salvation Society chooses to abandon the base and leave, it would be exactly what Black Cocoon desires. Without that heavily guarded base, their difficulty in striking them would plumt.
You Ruirui thought for a mont with her head down, then looked up at Black Cocoon, "September 1st, Iceland, Hof Glacier, Gu Qi..." She corrected herself, "Blue Arc, he will appear there."
"That’s right," Black Cocoon nodded, "I’ve said all I need to, farewell. I have other matters to attend to tonight."
Once he finished speaking, his figure was enveloped by a transparent restraint belt and disappeared into the evening breeze.
"Salvation Society..."
You Ruirui muttered silently, recalling in her heart the faces of Oda Ehgo and Urushibara Ryuri and others.
She still did not understand what kind of force Gu Qiye and the others were contending with. If that day Gu Qiye was seeking revenge for Rainbow Wings, why did he only target mbers of the Salvation Society?
A mont later, You Ruirui slowly raised her head, stared at the airplane flying over the night sky, lost in thought for a while, then looked away from the window.
At this mont, the phone in the pocket of her dress slightly vibrated. She picked up the phone and looked at the text ssage on the screen.
[Esther (Note: two-hundred-year-old Gothic girl): Hey, where are you now, white-haired little dot? Jiushijiu and I are in Li Jing having fun, will treat you to a al.]
[Esther: Here’s the address, co if you want.]
[Ice: I’m coming.]
After replying to the ssage, You Ruirui got up from the sofa and left.
...
...
anwhile, at another corner of the world, Argentina, Ushuaia.
"Ushuaia," this city located on the southernmost edge of South Arica’s Tierra del Fuego, is only 800 kiloters away from the Antarctic Peninsula, and is also known as — "the world’s closest city to Antarctica."
Due to the ti difference, Li Jing’s ti is 11 hours ahead of Ushuaia, so here it is noon, with the sun hanging in the pure sky like ice, casting cold-colored halos on the city.
At this mont, Cezar was wearing a thick cotton coat, a fluffy hat, legs crossed, sitting on the hotel room bed, his cheeks turning pale from the cold.
With the heat on in the room, the air conditioner buzzing, he took off his hat, exhaled a breath of white gas, and lowered his head to look at the na "Gu Qiye" on his phone contacts, hesitating a while, then turned his head to the window.
Late August in Ushuaia was sowhat desolate, the mountain snow yet to lt, the sea breeze bitterly cold.
The gray-white clouds pressed over the city, occasionally letting a few beams of chilling light seep through, falling on the cobblestone streets, where bundled-up pedestrians hurriedly passed by with hunched necks.
The window faced the distant undulating black ridges, the mountain tops retained snow, the dark green fir forest at the foot of the mountains was shrouded in mist.
From the harbor ca sporadic horn sounds, several blue-white painted fishing boats rocked with the waves.
"What are you daydreaming about, Cezar?" a small shark suddenly erged from the coat pocket, asking curiously, "Quickly call him!"
Cezar hesitated, hung his head, and asked the little shark in the pocket:
"But is it really okay to do this, Yaguba? To bother Mr. Blue Arc now. They have clearly rejected once before, didn’t they?"
The little shark hugged its fins, earnestly assured, "Just listen to Shark Shark! I bet they’ll change their minds soon and join us to the Salvation Society."
"But why?" Cezar asked puzzled.
The little shark raised its fins, cheering, "Because the big fluttering moth has revived!"
"You’re lying," Cezar sighed, "Fine, I’ll make a call just to check on them." Then he pressed the screen, dialed Gu Qiye’s number.
Soon, Gu Qiye’s voice ca through, "Cezar? What’s up?"
"It’s like this, Mr. Blue Arc, are you guys in Li Jing now?"
"Yes, things are chaotic over in Hai Fan City, we’re in Li Jing avoiding the heat, we’ll return to Hai Fan City after a while," Gu Qiye said, "Is there sothing you need from ?"
"Ask him where they are now," the little shark suddenly spoke in a low voice, urging.
Cezar heard, feeling obliged to ask, "Where exactly are you now? Rainbow Wings is watching closely, you won’t be discovered in Li Jing by them, right?"
"Don’t worry, we’re in the train station," Gu Qiye replied with a smile.
"Train station?"
"Hmm, the abandoned train station at the old Jingmai site," Gu Qiye said, "We’ve been staying in Ke Qirui’s Train Demon, it’s the safest place."
"I see," Cezar said, "I’ll hang up then."
"You called just to check on us?"
"Yeah, suddenly thought of you guys, so asked about it."
"Then take care as well."
Cezar hung up the call, let out a long comfortable breath, and looked down at the little shark in the pocket.
Only to see it close its eyes, suddenly faint dead away.
"What’s wrong with you?" Cezar startled.
"Shark Shark’s busy, do not disturb," the little shark mumbled, no longer speaking to him.
....
....
At the sa ti, in China, Li Jing.
A slender black silhouette clutching restraint belts emanating from its fingertips was flying across the brightly lit sky of the city. The neon lights of billboards illuminated his figure, surrounded by discordant ad slogans and the noisy street sounds.
[Consciousness has been synchronized to body "Black Cocoon".]
After figuring out Gu Qiye and others’ whereabouts from Cezar, Black Cocoon’s Restraint Incarnation was flying towards the old Jingmai train station.
Before long, Black Cocoon crossed the bustling city, arriving at the abandoned train station, concealed his aura, quietly hanging upside down under the ceiling of platform 7.
For a mont, the blazing white car lights sliced through the night, illuminating the rusty tracks.
"Train Demon... for them, this indeed is the safest place to live, as they can escape at any mont."
Black Cocoon looked at the track, at the dark red train emanating orange light.
At this mont, the window curtains covered a layer of fabric, and several familiar silhouettes slowly cast onto the curtains.
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