Above the vast ocean, a luxury yacht left a long white mark on the sea surface and hummed towards the distance.

Baili Pangpang sat at the dining table on the top floor of the yacht, wearing sunglasses, holding a bottle of champagne in his hand, feeling the sea breeze blowing in his face, his face full of comfort.

Cao Yuan forked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. He glanced at Baili Pangpang's unruly hairstyle in the wind.

"Chubby, your hairline has receded again."

"Puff, cough, cough..."

The champagne in Baili Pangpang's hand shook and almost spilled. He glared at Cao Yuan and said, "What do you know? This is a symbol of a man's maturity!"

He leaned back in his chair slowly, looking at the sparkling sea in the distance. "Besides, what's wrong with a receding hairline? After all, what woman can resist a rich man who drives a yacht with one hand?"

Cao Yuan raised his eyebrows.

"What about Molly?"

Baili Pangpang shook the champagne in his right hand and suddenly stopped.

"I remember that you had a pretty good relationship." Cao Yuan thought about it carefully, "Back when we were in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, you almost..."

The bus running in the rain and the figure in the goose yellow dress reappeared in Baili Pangpang's mind, and a complex expression emerged in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment.

"It's better not to mention the past."

Baili Pangpang seemed unwilling to continue this topic and sat up directly. "By the way, where is Qiye?"

"He's in the KTV downstairs." An Qingyu spoke at the right time.

"KTV?" Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan looked at each other. "Why would he go there? Doesn't he dislike singing?"

"…I don't know. He locked the door and we couldn't get in."

An Qingyu sighed.

Cao Yuan looked down at the sea chart in his hand. "By the way, why is this island so far away? It's not on the border of Daxia, and it's far away from the mainland... It feels very desolate nearby."

"It's normal. If we get too close to the land, our Forbidden Ruins might make a big noise and be discovered by them." An Qingyu turned his head and looked at the end of the horizon. The outline of an island was looming. "Go call Qiye out... We are almost there."

As the luxury yacht gradually approached the shore, everyone finally saw the outline of the island.

Although it is just an island, its area is much larger than Lin Qiye and others imagined. It is at least the size of two prefecture-level cities. The coastal areas are mostly beaches and small hills. Looking deeper, you can see the outlines of tall mountains.

Lin Qiye and others got off the yacht, stood on the golden beach, and looked around.

"This place doesn't look like a training base..."

"Commander Zuo only told us to come to this island, but he didn't tell us where it is. I'm afraid we have to find it ourselves."

Lin Qiye closed his eyes and his mental power quickly spread out. With his current mental strength, covering the entire island was not a problem.

After a moment, Lin Qiye opened his eyes with a strange expression.

"How is it, did you find it?" Baili Pangpang asked doubtfully.

"...I'm not sure either." Lin Qiye sighed, "Let's go and take a look first."

Under the leadership of Lin Qiye, everyone crossed the beach and headed straight into the depths of the island.

The vegetation on the island was very lush and there were almost no signs of human activity. After walking along the rugged path for a long time, they finally came to an open wasteland.

"There."

Lin Qiye pointed to a corner.

Everyone looked in the direction where a gravel downhill road that had been built who knows how many years ago appeared among the overgrown weeds. At the bottom of the slope, an iron gate covered in rust and dust stood tall.

"What is this place? An air-raid shelter?" Fatty Baili walked to the iron gate and looked around carefully. "That's not right... It looks like no one has opened this air-raid shelter for decades. How could it be our training place?"

“But on this island, there are no other man-made buildings except this one.” Lin Qiye spread his hands helplessly.

An Qingyu walked to the iron gate, picked up a piece of rust with his fingers, and a deep gray color appeared in his eyes.

“Judging from the degree of rust, it is indeed a product of the 1920s, the workmanship is very rough, and there are indeed signs that it has not been opened for a long time.

Theoretically, no one can live behind this door, unless..."

An Qingyu looked back at Jiang Er and said, "Unless it's a ghost."

"Anyway, let's go in and take a look first."

Lin Qiye put his hands on the rusty iron door and pushed hard!

Squeak——!

As the iron gate slowly opened, a deep, dark passage appeared in front of everyone.

"Do you smell anything strange?" Baili Pangpang stuck his head in the air and sniffed, speaking suspiciously.

“…Muddy?”

"No, it's a kind of... fragrance?" Baili Pangpang said uncertainly, "It feels like some kind of perfume."

"You're overthinking. How could there be a perfume smell in here?"

"Qiya, did you hear any noise?"

"What did you say?! Speak louder! My ears are not healed yet!"

"…Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Everyone walked along the deep, dark passage. They didn't know how long they had walked before a faint fragrance filled everyone's nose.

At the same time, the sound of rhythmic music came clearly from the depths of the secret passage. Not to mention others, even Lin Qiye, who had poor hearing, could vaguely hear some of it.

"It's really weird... There are really people in this place?" Cao Yuan said in disbelief.

As everyone continued to move forward, a ray of light gradually emerged into their field of vision...

The dark and narrow secret passage suddenly became clear, and after seeing everything clearly, everyone's eyes widened in shock!

"Fuck!" Baili Pangpang opened his mouth with a traditional Chinese quintessence.

At the end of the secret passage, there stood a magnificent ballroom!

A gorgeous crystal ceiling hangs down from the ceiling, and a dreamy light slowly sweeps across every corner of the ballroom. Golden floating bricks cover the floor.

In the middle of the dance floor, dozens of men and women in suits and cheongsams were hugging each other, moving their bodies rhythmically to Peng Cha Cha's jazz music, looking extremely intoxicated.

The graceful singing and dancing, the beautiful figure, dazzled everyone.

"This, this is..." Looking at the incredible scene in front of him, Cao Yuan held it in for a long time but couldn't utter a word.

How could there be an old dance hall from the 1970s or 1980s on this island far away from the mainland, under this air-raid shelter that has been abandoned for a hundred years and no one has ever opened it?!

The weirdest thing is, there are so many people dancing inside?!

If it weren't for the faint smell of musty dampness emanating from the secret passage behind them, everyone would almost think that they had arrived at the Bund of Lao Huaihai.

"Something's wrong." Lin Qiye looked at the people in front of him and spoke with a serious expression.

"Something is wrong here!"