Hua Qingyun pushed Hua Changle, while the eight bodyguards around them blocked the gazes from the shadows.
Hua Qingyun leaned down and looked at Hua Changle, whose face was pale: "Are you alright? Shall we go and rest?"
Hua Changle sat there, his face looking ugly without him even having to act.
Her head was a mess, and she felt a dull ache, like a small hammer hitting her skull.
The symptoms of stress-induced dizziness have subsided somewhat after this flight, but some chaotic images still uncontrollably flood my mind.
Most of the images are blurry, but the clearest ones are the recurring scenes of people jumping off tall buildings.
Every time that image appeared in her mind, her heart would ache with a bittersweet pain, accompanied by panic and fear.
Hua Changle guessed that the body's memories were gradually returning.
She knew she had to speed up the search for the "truth," as time was running out.
Hua Changle felt dizzy and nauseous, but it was mostly psychological, so she said to Hua Qingyun, "I'm fine, let's go to a place to stay first."
The two then went to the reception room, where two people were already waiting at their respective reception desks.
A smiling middle-aged man named Feng Tao is a leader in the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau.
One was a refined young woman with black-rimmed glasses named Chu Lingxin, a key member of the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau's Technical Center.
Hua Qingyun came to District Seven under the pretext of discussing the renewal of the patent for the plant-based medicine with the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau, and naturally, she stayed at the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau.
Firstly, by using business as a pretext, one can reduce suspicion from outsiders.
Secondly, the cultural heritage protection bureau has a good reputation in the area and can help them avoid a lot of trouble.
"Young Master, it's been a long time!"
Feng Tao greeted her warmly, bowed slightly, and extended his hands to shake hands with Hua Qingyun. The soft flesh on his face squeezed his eyes into two slits.
Hua Qingyun was of a mild temperament, and given her status, there was no need for her to flatter him. She simply shook his hand and then they parted ways.
Feng Tao then beckoned Chu Lingxin forward and introduced her to Hua Qingyun: "This is Xiao Chu. Don't let her young age fool you, she's already the head of our technical team."
Hua Qingyun also shook hands with Chu Lingxin.
Feng Tao then looked at Hua Changle: "This... Miss Hua doesn't seem to be feeling well. Should we call a doctor to prepare?"
Hua Qingyun refused: "No need, just take us there now, Lele needs to rest."
"Okay, okay," Feng Tao said repeatedly, inviting the two of them to get into the same car with them.
To Feng Tao's surprise, the eldest son of the Hua family actually carried Miss Hua into the car himself, his care even more tender than that of a biological brother.
Feng Tao pondered to himself: Wasn't it said that Hua Changle had a bad relationship with the Hua family?
Hua Changle was unaware of Feng Tao's inner thoughts and cooperated with Hua Qingyun to continue the act of feigning illness.
Hua Qingyun sat down next to Hua Changle and let her rest on his shoulder.
Hua Changle leaned against him and closed her eyes.
Afterwards, Hua Qingyun went straight to the point and asked Feng Tao about the situation in District Seven, hinting at the whereabouts of the investigation teams in District Three and District One.
Feng Tao, a shrewd man who had been in the bureau for many years, immediately grasped his meaning. Having been mentally prepared, he gave a bunch of bland and uninteresting information.
Finally, seeing that Hua Qingyun remained calm and unperturbed by these idle chatter, he carefully considered his words and said:
“Young Master, recently, a group of people came from the south sea. They entered the customs legally, but they are not good people. They have caused chaos in the Eagle Hall and Jackal Gang, making the whole area unsafe.”
"You only brought a few people with you this time. You know the situation in this area. If you don't have anything important to do, you should stay home as much as possible."
Feng Tao then added a twist: "Oh! If you need to go out, please be sure to inform the bureau so we can arrange more people to protect you... and Miss Hua's safety."
Hua Qingyun nodded.
From an angle that Feng Tao couldn't see, Hua Changle gently tugged at Hua Qingyun's sleeve, indicating that he had heard it.
Coming from the southern sea?
And they're involved with two mercenary organizations?
Those are probably superhumans from Sunny Country or the surrounding area.
The car they were in continued forward.
Of the eight major powers in District Seven, more than half have their headquarters located in the central city of District Seven—the City of Desire.
District 7: City of Desire; District 8: City of Peril; District 9: City of the Abyss.
These three cities are truly the places where dragons and tigers roam and winds converge in this chaotic land.
The most chaotic area is the City of Desire in District 7.
This chaos isn't the superficial kind—the kind involving fighting, brawling, and thuggery.
Rather, it means that here, fists and power are more effective than reason and rules.
The most obvious difference between this place and Huacheng in the Third District is that everyone on the street here, regardless of age or gender, carries a weapon.
It's not just because of conflicts between people; the three districts of the Chaotic Lands are located on the outermost edge of the Central Plains, sharing a long border with the Old Ruins, making them the first line of defense against the supernatural.
Those who live here must inevitably regard struggle and survival as commonplace.
The hovercraft bearing the logo of the Cultural Heritage Protection Bureau moved freely on the waterway.
Several hovercars were following not very noticeably some distance behind it.
Of course, this "not obvious" is only true for laymen. For both the person following behind and the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau and Hua Qingyun, it was easy to spot the person following them.
Hua Changle also knows this.
422, who had already infiltrated the public network of Zone 7, was already on the surveillance cameras and knew exactly what those vehicles were, which took turns following but were still clearly visible.
In any public network shared by residents of such a large area, 422 is a bug, allowing for free access.
Only highly confidential networks, such as those belonging to the military or bases, pose a challenge to 422.
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