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Chapter 1716 The Dawn Leader? (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Hokuto·Research Institute Rest House
He Ao walked into the empty ward and looked at the empty bed in the middle of the ward.

“Our duty room is staffed 24 hours a day,” the head of the sanatorium said nervously, standing next to He Ao. “Just now, for a moment, the entire electrical system of the sanatorium malfunctioned, all the equipment lost power, and when our on-duty nurse looked up to check, Director Li was gone.”

"How long will the child be left unattended?"

He Ao walked to the bedside and asked in a low voice.

“It was very short,” the person in charge pointed to a chair for resting by the ward door. “We work in three shifts, and there are nurses taking care of Dean Li the whole time. From the time the power went out to when she entered the room, it didn’t take more than a minute.”

He Ao turned his head, looked at the window to the side, and walked to the window.

“All the windows were locked, and there were no signs of them being opened,” the person in charge said quickly. “We also didn’t find any signs of damage to the windows.”

"Ah."

He looked down and glanced at the dust on the window; there was indeed no sign that the window had been opened or closed.

He turned his gaze and walked back to the bedside, staring at the clean sheets.

The instruments by the window were still running, their screens glowing. The sensors that should have been attached to the patient to monitor vital signs were scattered on the sheets, and some of the wires had even been unplugged and were nowhere to be found.

It looks like it was ripped off suddenly.

He Ao frowned slightly as he stared at the bed sheet.

“We’ve been protecting the scene ever since Dean Li went missing,” the person in charge said quickly. “No one has touched anything in this room.”

"Hmm." He Ao nodded slightly, indicating that he was listening.

He reached out and gently placed his palm on the pristine white sheets.

puff--

A soft sound seemed to echo in the void. Then, the naturally curled and wrinkled bed sheet, like tempered glass with its edges shattered, cracked instantly, and then shattered along with the mattress underneath, scattering into dense ashes.

"What is this?!" The person in charge stared at the scene in horror, waving his hands repeatedly, "Dean He, we didn't do anything—"

“Yes, I know,” He Ao said casually, staring at the ashes on the bed. “This must be the dissipation of the power of thunder.”

He looked up again at the open door to the side.

He walked to the open door and stared at the doorknob.

The door handles, which were originally a bit worn, are now as clean as new.

He Ao squatted down and looked at the equally clean and new ground beneath his feet.

“We also have someone clean the floor every day,” the person in charge quickly said.

"Is there any water?" He Ao asked casually.

"Yes, yes, yes," a young nurse quickly replied. "Would you like hot water or cold water?"

"I'm fine with both hot and cold," He Ao said calmly.

The nurse quickly went to the teapot next to her.

“I can do it myself.” He Ao glanced at the teapot and raised his hand.

The teapot suddenly flew up and landed in his hand.

Then he poured the water out of the teapot, letting it fall onto the ground.

Crystalline water droplets glide across the smooth ceramic tile, creating unique refracted spots on the surface.

"What is this?" The person in charge stared wide-eyed.

“Molten dust.” He Ao stood up, his gaze sweeping across the aisle.

Bright lights shone on the smooth floor tiles, and you could vaguely see some messy speckles of light reflecting off them.

But as the spots gradually spread to the end of the corridor, their size gradually decreased, and then they quickly disappeared.

He Ao stood up and glanced once more at the bed not far away, where the sheets and mattress had turned to ashes.

The power was somewhat out of control at first, but gradually stabilized as I left?

But why leave?
Seeing He Ao's silent demeanor, the person in charge stood beside him, his body tense, trembling with fear.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault,” He Ao shook his head. “The dean left on his own. He was so fast that none of you noticed.”

As he spoke, He Ao rubbed his temples again.

Just then, he paused slightly and raised his eyes slightly.

He received a text message.

However, it wasn't sent to his main body, but to his clone.

Or rather, it was sent to 'Hu Wen'.

The sender had only a simple note: 'Dawn Leader'.

The information is also very simple:
We should meet.
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Republic of Arano
The fiery red sun slowly rose along the sea level, illuminating the sky with its dazzling light.

There is a time difference of more than ten hours between Arano and Middle-earth. It is already late afternoon in Middle-earth, while the sun is just rising here.

He Ao controlled his clone to stop in front of a simple and ordinary courtyard by the sea.

The iron gate of the small courtyard was covered with mottled rust, the walls were covered with moss, and green vines climbed all over the walls.

The iron gate of the courtyard was not closed, but ajar. Just before He Ao arrived at the gate, it trembled slightly and slowly opened with a creaking sound.

The courtyard, nestled amidst lush greenery, was now exposed to He Ao.

The scene inside the courtyard was different from the mess outside. All the plants were neatly trimmed, and various kinds of flowers were planted against the wall, vying for beauty among the green leaves.

In the middle of the courtyard stood a huge jujube tree. Under the tree was a bamboo table and three bamboo chairs. An old man with white hair and beard was sitting on one of the bamboo chairs, his back to He Ao, holding a purple clay teapot and pouring tea into three purple clay cups.

"I don't have any good tea here, nor many tea sets to serve you," the old man said in a hoarse voice, as if he heard He Ao's footsteps, yet also as if he heard nothing at all. "I only have this little bit of coarse tea; I hope you don't mind."

He Ao did not respond, but continued forward, walked to the bamboo table, and casually found a bamboo chair to sit down.

He raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

The old man had a square face, wore a white short-sleeved shirt, floral trousers, and casual shoes, and had a kind and calm look in his eyes. He looked like a tourist sunbathing by the roadside.

He Ao picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and said, "This tea is good."

"Looks like you're a free spirit too." The old man looked up at He Ao and laughed heartily.

“I’m a little curious,” Heo said, looking at him with a hint of doubt, “why are you only asking to see me now?”

"What difference does it make whether it's early or late?" The old man shook his head. "Second and third brothers, I only met them after they had been in the organization for a long time. Dawn is a loose organization. I never thought about how to build it up, nor do I have such a strong desire for control."

"But it has in fact become the most powerful super terrorist organization in the entire world," He Ao said casually, taking a sip of tea.

Fia, the original second-in-command of Dawn, had connections with the Outer Gods and caused the underground palace incident.

The third-in-command, influenced by the AI ​​controlled by the Outer God, also caused quite a bit of trouble, almost exposing the address of the main world to the Outer God.

Not to mention the various extraordinary criminals that Dawn took in.

"But you must understand, it's not that supernatural powers make people bad, but rather that people are inherently bad; they just happen to acquire supernatural powers." The old man smiled and shook his head. "These bad people who wield supernatural powers will cause harm wherever they go. It's just that they happened to join Dawn, so you can't say that Dawn is a bad organization."

He looked at Heo and said, "In fact, it's precisely because the three major organizations have taken away all the good people, leaving only bad people willing to join us, that makes it seem like we're all bad people."

He smiled, took a sip of tea, and continued to look at He Ao, saying with a smile, "Look, you are a good person. After you joined Dawn, you made great arrangements for Dawn. Now even the most heinous criminals are helping the elderly cross the road."

"It sounds like the leader has a problem with me?" He Ao took a sip of tea and smiled.

“I have no problem with you. To be honest, I think you’ve done a great job,” the old man laughed. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gradually handed over all of Dawn’s power to you.”

He poured He Ao a cup of tea, then poured one for himself. He took a sip, savoring the tea with a slightly intoxicated air for a moment, before lowering his head and smiling at He Ao. "Besides, how could I possibly have a problem with an apostle of a god, a mysterious B-level expert? You agree, Mr. Hao Yi, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, He Ao's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he slowly brought the tea to his lips, took a small sip, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

“I’ve carefully reviewed your file,” the old man said with a gentle smile. “You joined Dawn around the same time Hao Yi appeared. You used to be a heinous villain, but after joining Dawn, you changed completely. Although you’re still a ruthless killer, you’ve become more disciplined and principled.”

He raised his gaze, his brown pupils fixed on He Ao's eyes, and smiled, "Moreover, your progress far exceeds my expectations. Shortly after you joined Dawn, the third and second brothers both died, and you happened to be the most suitable person at the time to take over their power."

"At the same time, the deaths of the second and third sons are also inextricably linked to 'Hao Yi' and the current Dean He of the research institute."

He smiled and placed the teacup on the table, remarking, "It's hard not to suspect you."

He looked at He Ao and said, "I don't believe that a person can change overnight. Rather than believing that, I believe you are being controlled by Hao Yi. After all, such abilities are very common in the supernatural world. So, the person I'm talking to right now is probably 'Hao Yi'?"

"You doubt me, yet you entrusted me with managing most of Dawn's territory?" He Ao asked, looking at him with interest.

“I’ve said it before, Dawn isn’t a place that only attracts bad people,” the old man chuckled hoarsely. “It’s just that my little friends don’t have a good reputation, so good people don’t want to come. But if a good person does come, I’ll still welcome them.”

"So you suspected from the beginning that I had a connection with Hao Yi," He Ao looked at him with a smile, "which is why you entrusted most of Dawn's management to me?"

“Of course, it’s a good thing to be able to recruit a B-level member into my organization,” the old man chuckled hoarsely.

“I feel,” Heo simply smiled calmly, “that you haven’t told the whole truth.”

“You’re very perceptive,” the old man paused slightly, then continued with a smile, “Actually, my reasoning just now was all made up; it was entirely based on the conditions I found in the answer.”

He picked up the teapot, poured tea into his own cup, and also poured tea for He Ao. After He Ao drank and picked up his cup, he smiled and said, "I'm not very good at reasoning, but I happen to be able to 'predict.' I just saw the future, so I chose you."

Upon hearing this, He Ao, who was bringing the teacup to his lips, almost spat out his tea. He looked up at the old man.

"Sounds like a fantasy, doesn't it?" the old man laughed. "But I'm not lying to you, I really can make predictions. I get the answers directly and then fill in the gaps in the process."

“I can’t sense any superhuman aura from you,” He Ao said calmly.

“Doesn’t that further prove that I can make prophecies?” The old man took a sip of tea and continued, “It is precisely because I can make prophecies that I was able to build a powerful supernatural organization as an ordinary person.”

He raised his head, looked at He Ao, and said calmly, "The reason I brought you here is because I saw that the world is about to be destroyed."

He Ao continued drinking his tea without pausing, calmly asking, "What do you mean?"

The old man paused slightly as he watched He Ao's actions, then continued drinking his tea and said, "You should have seen that thing in the sky by now. It will get closer and closer to this world, and its speed will increase until it reaches the sky completely, bringing a catastrophe that will destroy everything to this world."

"Do you have a solution?" He Ao asked directly.

“No,” the old man shrugged and laughed, “but I think you should have one, or rather, the person who came with you today should have one.”

He Ao controlled his clone, raised his head, and looked at him with a smile, "Who is it?"

“Dean He,” the old man raised his head, looking at the void beside He Ao, and said in a hoarse voice, “Since you’re here, why not show yourself and have a talk? Although I don’t know the way to save the world, I do know some other information.”

He looked up at the sky and said loudly, "Aren't you curious about where that angel who wielded thunder is now?"

His voice echoed in the empty courtyard, carrying a faint echo.

But no one responded to him.

The old man watched this scene with a smile, seemingly very confident that the person he was talking about would appear.

"So, you called me here just to lure 'Dean He' here?" He Ao asked slowly, controlling his clone.

“After all, my identity is not easy to verify,” the old man said with a smile and composure. “The prophecy told me that bringing you here is the best way to lure Dean He here.”

"The prophecy you spoke of," a calm yet hoarse voice sounded behind the old man at that very moment, and a hand gently rested on his shoulder from behind, "is it the note that appears by your bedside every morning?"

The old man's body suddenly stiffened.

(End of this chapter)