I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Sending a ninth-tier expert to lead the team is something only the United States and China among the five permanent members of the UN Security Council have the confidence to do.

The British Empire and France relied on the entire European Union to send a ninth-tier expert here. Russia, on the other hand, had too large a territory and its forces were scattered. Moreover, it was about to face a winter counter-offensive, so none of its ninth-tier experts could leave. Only an eighth-tier expert came to lead the team.

A group of high-ranking government officials from the United States are waiting at the airport; they will be the ones to receive these important figures.

Hyde was among them, and the serious atmosphere at the airport was largely due to his status as a ninth-tier powerhouse.

"They've arrived," the ninth-tier expert suddenly said, and the gazes of many officials followed them as they looked towards the horizon.

There, a group of transport planes representing the Chinese government transformed from tiny dots into large, plump aircraft, landing on the military runway.

The cabin door of the first transport plane to land opened, and the first person to step out was a beautiful woman with a slender figure. As soon as she came out, the atmosphere at the airport became even more somber.

Behind them were a group of Chinese contestants, all of them radiating energy and looking incredibly young; only a small portion were over twenty-five.

Especially the black-haired girl whose face was covered by an iron mask who was following Mo Sheng. Just by looking at her appearance, you could tell that her strength was definitely not weak. She was at least at the seventh level or above. Moreover, judging from her slightly immature temperament, she should be around twenty years old.

The three women who appeared next were also wearing iron masks. The first black-haired woman was very similar to the first one and was around the seventh level. A little girl with long blue-purple hair looked even younger, but her strength was no less than the first girl's. The last one didn't seem very strong, but she was about the same age as the one with long blue-purple hair and her talent was quite good.

Mu Mu, who was among them, did not wear a mask, because there was really no need for it; her silver hair was too distinctive, and anyone could recognize her.

[It's true what they say, a new generation replaces the old... I never imagined that a little girl who was only at the fourth rank more than ten years ago would have such strength now.]

Hyde sighed inwardly, "Why do these kinds of geniuses always appear in China?"

Thanks to them, the power of superhumans in China has soared, and the national government has become increasingly powerful. This is the effect brought about by ninth-tier powerhouses.

Even just one of them would be good enough for the United States!

"Mo Sheng, it's been a long time. It's been more than a decade since we last spoke face to face."

Hyde remarked with a sigh that Mo Sheng was so young, old enough to be his daughter, yet she possessed strength that was enough to rival his.

To be honest, he now regrets not eliminating Mo Sheng before she grew up, which has allowed a junior from the enemy side to now stand shoulder to shoulder with him, weakening their influence.

Upon seeing Hyde again after so many years, Mo Sheng recalled past experiences and was unwilling to give Hyde any pleasantries, stating bluntly:

"Let me guess what you're thinking. You must be wondering why you didn't nip this threat in the bud sooner, right?"

Yan Ziming listened in disbelief. Was it really okay to talk like that right after meeting? Wouldn't it cause some trouble?

"So impressive! No wonder she's the leader of Chinese women!" Tian Tian thought to herself, hoping that one day she could also look down on everyone like that.

Hyde simply smiled indifferently at such blunt remarks: "...What's the point of talking about the past now? Back then, I was still at the eighth rank, and you, at the fifth rank, even came to our United States for an exchange program. So many years have passed... Sigh..."

Hyde sighed and slowly shook his head, as if lamenting the passage of time. Mo Sheng responded with a cold laugh.

His subtext was—no matter how high your current status is, we older generations are your seniors, and this is how you talk to your seniors?

Because China had exchanges with the United States regarding superhumans at the time, Mo Sheng was sent there for a period of time to exchange ideas, specifically in the area under Hyde's control.

Hyde is bringing this up now simply to say that she's an ingrate, someone who learns something but doesn't recognize its value.

"We exchanged ideas for a while? I seem to remember that all I was exposed to back then was some common, outdated knowledge. To put it bluntly, the junk we learned from you back then was completely worthless!"

Mo Sheng retorted to Hyde's shameless words, making him so angry that he glared and puffed out his beard. Then Mo Sheng said, "Times have changed. I have reached the position that you once looked up to. What is there to distinguish between before and after?"

This means—I'm a junior, twenty or thirty years younger than you, yet I'm already at the ninth level. How dare you old fogies call yourselves seniors?

If you understand them a lot, you can also find irony in the fact that they've gotten old.

[Hmph! What a sharp-tongued girl!]

Hyde gave him a cold look, and finally said calmly, "Please be quiet, everyone. The car to the embassy is ready. I hope you have a pleasant stay in the United States."

"Okay, let's go."

At national-level meetings, a few sarcastic remarks are fine; if they start hurling insults at each other in public, it damages the country's image.

At Mo Sheng's command, a total of eight transport planes carrying more than two hundred people from twelve military administrative districts lined up in twelve rows and boarded the buses one by one, awaiting Mo Sheng's latest instructions.

Yan Ziming was sitting on the first bus. With nothing to do, she put her hand into her pocket but found nothing. She then remembered that her phone had been ruined by Xian'er.

Thinking of Xian'er filled her with worry, not for Liu Mengxian, but for the person who had provoked her, fearing they would suffer a terrible fate.

If there's really any commotion, given how fast news spreads these days, it'll probably be found online.

"Qianxue, can I borrow your phone to take a look?"

"...Here you go, my dear sister."

"Why are you hesitating so much? Are you hiding something again?"

Yan Ziming opened his phone's home screen and ultimately decided to respect Ye Qianxue's privacy. Instead of opening the photo album, he opened the browser and searched for the keywords. Ye Qianxue quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zi Mo, Zi Mo! Master has sent me a message!" Mo Xin suddenly grabbed her and exclaimed in surprise.

"What did you say?"

“Let’s go to the Vena Hotel and find her... tell her she’s staying there.”

Chapter Twenty: Mandala

"Sister Mo Sheng, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. Can we act alone?"

After receiving the message from Xian'er, Yan Ziming immediately found Mo Sheng and expressed the intention of the five of them to leave the group.

Mo Sheng naturally disagreed with such a dangerous move. Letting these future generations of China act alone, was it because China had too many geniuses?

"No, unless there's an unavoidable reason. Don't forget your responsibilities as captain. You've only just arrived and you're already asking to act alone. You're not a qualified captain."

"Xian'er... My teacher told me to go find her at the Vena Hotel, and said we should stay there."

When it came to the captain's responsibilities, Yan Ziming felt a headache coming on. She didn't know exactly what the captain was supposed to do, so she pretended not to hear the question.

However, since it's that person's idea... Mo Sheng has to think it over carefully.

Considering Liu Mengxian's strength at the Heavenly Soul Realm, living with her would undoubtedly be the safest option for Yan Ziming and the others, even safer than staying at the embassy.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mo Sheng instructed the group, "Okay, I approve. Remember not to wander around the streets."

"Don't worry, Sister Mo Sheng, this is a military base of the United States. Even if they wanted to carry out an assassination, they wouldn't do it directly on a crowded street, right?"

"Who knows? Maybe someone really is that crazy. In any case, it's best to be cautious. Even experts at the Soul Heaven Realm aren't omnipotent; we can't rely on them too much. Also..."

Mo Sheng gave many instructions, and only let Yan Ziming and the others leave after she was completely at ease.

......

"Wow...it feels almost the same as when I was in Bei'an..." Ye Qianxue exclaimed unconsciously as she walked down the bustling street.

They were currently on a street in District 7, a bustling street in a foreign city, teeming with people, a significant portion of whom were of yellow skin, and Chinese people made up a large part of that group.

"It's still a bit different, the architectural style is different from that in China, it has a sense of novelty."

"The military preparedness is also quite strong."

Mo Xin pointed to the 'watchtowers' guarded by one or more American soldiers every so often. They were actually just temporary wooden watchtowers, about three meters high. It was really unfair to make these soldiers stand on them all day long.

There's nothing we can do; the Civilization Cup is being held on their premises, so we have to put in some effort to make it a success.

"That's not the point. Quickly find the Vena Hotel. Can't you see everyone's staring at us?"

Yan Ziming said anxiously, "They are too eye-catching. The masks can only help to cover their appearance, but they can't cover their innate temperament. Many people are pointing their phones at them, and the vast majority of them are Chinese."

"But I finally understand why Xian'er, who has a language barrier, was able to book a hotel room..."

In District 7, not speaking English is no problem, because you can easily find people who can understand Chinese. Even the hotel receptionists may have learned Chinese in order to serve these big spenders from China.

Every year, tourists from China are a major support for the local tourism industry. Although the number has decreased significantly since the apocalypse, it is still a large market. Everyone is eager to make a fortune from Chinese tourists. If you don't speak Chinese, you're basically doomed.

After all, how can you do business if even communication is a problem?

"Come and see! We have all the information here: viewing guide for this year's Civilization Cup, popular participating players, underground casinos... Don't miss it!"

Not far ahead, a large loudspeaker was playing an advertisement, which was even spoken in Chinese. They really went to great lengths to attract Chinese tourists.

"A popular player? Let's check it out."

Yan Ziming's heart stirred. This was indeed a good point to watch. She also wanted to know who in other countries was worth paying attention to, so that she wouldn't be completely clueless if she encountered them.

They took Ye Qianxue and the others to the specialty store, which was a huge magazine office, packed with people. Yan Ziming and the others felt extremely disgusted after just one look. They thought that if they forced their way in, they might get groped, which made them feel nauseous.

"Forget it, let's come back to buy some when there are fewer people. The most important thing right now is to find Xian'er."

After leading Ye Qianxue and the others around and asking many Chinese tourists for directions, they finally found the Vena Hotel that Liu Mengxian had mentioned.

Upon arriving at the front desk, Yan Ziming was greeted by a blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty who looked very young. Yan Ziming instinctively felt that this person was not simple.

"Hello, did someone named Liu Mengxian book a room here two hours ago?"

Yan Ziming asked the man in Chinese, confident that the receptionist girl would understand Chinese.

In fact, the receptionist did not disappoint her, replying in fluent Chinese: "Yes, please show us your identification."

"Here you go; Qianxue, you two go wait in the lobby first, it takes quite a while to process these kinds of procedures."

"Okay, big sister."

"Move quickly."

Yan Ziming handed her the identity documents he had prepared beforehand. The information on them was all forged and differed greatly from her real information. The same was true for Ye Qianxue and the others.

"OK, just a second."

After working on the computer for about five minutes, the receptionist gave them Liu Mengxian's room number and placed a gold card on the table.