"I want to protect this 'Ye Qingliu' who can laugh, get angry, and fight for the people he cares about. I'm betting that he, on this line, has the potential to change everything."
Ning Xiwan was already in tears. She looked at Duan Shuce, the man she loved deeply, the man who carried such a heavy burden of secrets and responsibilities.
Shock, anger, heartache, understanding... countless complex emotions surged in her heart.
Finally, she stood up and walked to Duan Shuce. Without questioning or accusing him, she simply reached out and held his cold and slightly trembling hand tightly.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Her voice was choked with sobs.
"Knowing the truth itself could become a weakness that could be exploited by the 'pretender', and could also interfere with the natural development of the world line."
Duan Shuce held her warm hand in his, drawing strength from it. "But now, Qi Shang has appeared, and the tentacles of the 'Covetous Council' have already reached in. The Observer has awakened and chosen to intervene. The only variable is exposed in the center of the storm..."
"We have no way out, Wanwan. Tonight, we must win. For Qingliu, for Zhiye, and for everyone on this line."
Ning Xiwan nodded vigorously, her eyes becoming incomparably firm: "I understand. Whether you are Duan Shuce or the Supervisor, you are the man I love, Uncle Duan to our 'son'. Let's protect this home together!"
At this moment, the specially made tactical watch on Duan Shuce's wrist, which was directly connected to the "Skydome" system, suddenly made an extremely slight beep, and the screen lit up with a glaring red triangle warning.
Duan Shuce's eyes instantly turned as cold as a knife, and he looked fiercely at the tablet screen.
One of the highly sensitive energy detection nodes of the "Sky Dome" monitoring network captured an extremely weak and fleeting abnormal energy fluctuation, but with obvious non-Earth technological characteristics!
Location – VIP lounge area on the top floor of the auction venue!
"Target appears!" Duan Shuce's voice was as cold as ice, and he instantly entered combat mode. "'Sky Dome' locks onto the remaining energy track! Activate the highest level countermeasure protocol! Notify all units, 'Viper' has entered the network! I repeat, 'Viper' has entered the network!"
He looked at Ning Xiwan, their eyes met, and without words, they had a tacit understanding.
Inside the "Eye of the Stars" auction venue, crystal chandeliers reflected a dreamy halo, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of high-end perfumes, cigars and champagne.
The atmosphere was warm and grand with elegant people, clinking glasses and celebrities chatting and laughing in low voices.
Ye Qingliu stood beside a relatively secluded Roman column in the venue, holding a glass of almost untouched champagne in his hand.
He was wearing a tailor-made black evening suit that outlined his lean and upright figure. His gray-blue eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses were as calm as water, like a piece of ice thrown into a whirlpool of noise, silently observing the entire venue.
The dark purple bruise on his wrist was perfectly concealed by the delicate cuff, and the gauze on his forehead was replaced with a smaller skin-colored patch. The invisible pressure from the person in power made those who knew what was going on dared not to disturb him easily.
His eyes swept seemingly casually across the center of the crowd.
There, Chao Youye and Mu Xinrong were fulfilling their "duties".
Chao Youye was still wearing a perfectly tailored pure black suit, which made his skin look cold and white, and his figure was like the sharpest black javelin.
He had a blank expression on his face, his eyes were as deep and cold as ever, and he exuded a low pressure that kept strangers away.
However, his arms were tightly wrapped around Mu Xinrong's waist in a gesture of absolute possession.
Mu Xinrong was wearing a warm-toned dress, his smile still as bright as the sun, and he tried hard to play the role of intimacy. He tilted his head slightly, leaned in close to whisper something in Chao Youye's ear, his gesture intimate and natural.
Although there was no expression on Chao Youye's face, he tilted his ear slightly to listen, and his hand was tightly clasped around Mu Xinrong's waist, with his knuckles slightly exerting force.
Under the flash lights of countless media and the curious, inquiring, or subtly disdainful gazes of the surrounding celebrities, a very impactful picture was created - a strange combination of a cold god and a warm mortal.
This scene, like the strongest poison, precisely pierces the nerves of a fanatic lurking in the dark!
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