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The black sedan drove smoothly on the dock, its wheels making a soft rustling sound as they rolled over the road. Chen Jun opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and closed the door behind him, shutting out the sea breeze that carried the stench of blood. Inside the car, a faint, fresh, and elegant fragrance filled the air, a stark contrast to the carnage outside.

"Why are you here?" Chen Jun leaned back in his chair, relaxing his body, his tone tinged with surprise. "Weren't you on vacation? I remember you said last time that you wanted to try to have a child with Zhan Ge as soon as possible. What, did your vacation turn into a mission?"

Ya Jie sighed helplessly, a bitter sigh tinged with her voice. Her gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, but her fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel. "When Zhan Ge was young, he experienced harsh environments like deserts and freezing cold in the army. His body was already worn out. You know, those places are unbearably hot during the day and freezing cold at night. Sometimes, we wouldn't have a hot meal or clean water for days on end. Over the years, his sperm survival rate was almost zero, making it very difficult to have children."

Chen Jun paused for a moment, his smile fading slightly. He remained silent for a few seconds, unsure how to respond. He knew Zhan Xiage's past; this genius from the Fifth Division had endured hardships unimaginable to ordinary people.

Some costs are paid with one's body.

Ya Jie'er laughed first, her smile carrying a sense of relief and a hint of teasing, her eyes brightening again: "If all else fails, I'll just adopt your son as my godson. Anyway, I've met your son before; he's chubby and fair-skinned, with eyes like yours and a mouth like his mother's—quite lovable."

Chen Jun couldn't help but laugh, a hint of helplessness in his smile. He reached up and touched his nose, saying, "You wish. My son isn't someone you can just casually become someone's godson."

"What, you're reluctant to part with him?" Ya Jie'er raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I'm just adopting him as a godparent, I'm not taking him away from you. I'll give him a red envelope during holidays, a gift on his birthday, and when he grows up, he'll have a godmother to dote on him. Isn't that great?"

"Alright, alright, whatever you say is right." Chen Jun waved his hand with a smile, "I'll let you meet him when we get back and see if he's willing to call you godmother."

“Of course I would, I’m so pretty.” Ya Jie’er tossed her short hair with a touch of self-admiration, and the two smiled at each other, making the atmosphere in the car much more relaxed.

After laughing, Ya Jie'er's expression turned serious, and her tone became formal. She coughed lightly and cleared her throat: "Let's get down to business. Director Jiang Ling asked me to come and assist you. Don't you and Old Man Jiang have a cooperation plan? He asked me to come and cooperate with your actions."

Chen Jun nodded without speaking, his gaze fixed on the window.

Ya Jie'er continued, "The National Security Tribunal that I'm currently in charge of is the one you founded back then. After you became a hands-off manager, I've been in charge of it ever since. Over the years, the Tribunal has been operating in the direction you set, without deviating from the right track."

Chen Jun touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "Well... it really has been a long time since I went back to visit. There have been too many things to do these past few years, I've been running around and haven't had time."

"It's alright, we understand." Ya Jie'er smiled, her smile filled with understanding and no blame. "What you did is more important than going back to check on things. But according to the rules, you are still the leader of the Judgment Gate. I'm just keeping an eye on things for you, waiting for you to go back and take over at any time."

Chen Jun nodded, gazing into the distance through the car window.

The streets were lined with buildings characteristic of Indonesia, lush tropical plants, and tall palm trees swaying in the wind. Pedestrians came and went, dressed in brightly colored clothes, whizzing by on motorcycles, while vendors hawked fruit and kebabs by the roadside, as if nothing was happening. But Chen Jun knew that beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

Ya Jie'er tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, her tone becoming more serious. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes sharpened: "Director, according to the investigation by the Trial Gate, the United States is not the only country behind Indonesia's actions against its overseas citizens."

Chen Jun turned his head and looked at her, his eyes sharpening as if a hawk had spotted its prey.

“Mainly the Abyss.” Ya Jie’er slowly uttered the name, her voice low and clear.

Chen Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't speak, but the temperature inside the car seemed to drop a few degrees.

Ya Jie'er continued to explain, her voice steady and clear, her arguments logical: "It's normal. You raided one of their hideouts in Nanyue, killed so many of their people, and destroyed their long-established stronghold. Given the Abyss's temperament, they will definitely retaliate. They never suffer losses; if they do, they will seek revenge tenfold. This incident with Yinni was orchestrated by them. Those law enforcement officers, those so-called 'public protests,' all have the shadow of the Abyss behind them."

"Our investigation revealed that the creation of the United States was orchestrated by the Abyss. They have a history of over a thousand years, while the United States is only a little over two hundred years old. The Abyss's tentacles are spread across the globe, controlling the politics, economy, and military of countless countries. Like a spider, they have woven a huge web that envelops the entire world. Right now, they are controlling the United States."

Chen Jun's brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape.

Even he felt the pressure from this news. A thousand-year-old powerful clan, controlling the world—such an opponent was unprecedented. He had seen too many enemies, but this was the first time he had encountered such a behemoth.

He reached out and pressed the window button. The glass slowly rolled down, and a salty sea breeze rushed into the car, hitting his face and clearing his head. He gazed at the fleeting street scene outside the window: skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and throngs of pedestrians—everything seemed so ordinary, so commonplace. But who would have thought that behind this ordinariness lay such a colossus?

He muttered to himself, his voice deep and powerful, as if speaking to himself and also declaring to the world: "It seems that this abyss is just like the powerful clans of the past Yan Kingdom, the so-called centuries-old dynasties and millennia-old aristocratic families."

He paused, his gaze deepening as he looked towards the distant horizon, his tone carrying a chilling killing intent as sharp as a blade: "If the Abyss is a thousand-year-old clan, then I am the modern-day Huang Chao, my flowers bloom and all others wither."

Upon hearing this, Ya Jie'er couldn't help but laugh. Her smile held admiration, relief, and a sense of kinship. She looked at Chen Jun, her eyes gleaming with an astonishing light: "I love Director Chen's indomitable spirit. He's quite similar to Zhan Xiage, both of you fearless men. People like you get more excited when you encounter a powerful opponent."

Chen Jun felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, turned his head to look out the window, and his ears turned slightly red.

After a while, he suddenly spoke, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually, as if the murderous person from just now was not him: "Don't rush off, let's find a place to eat first."

Ya Jie'er froze for a moment, almost swerving the steering wheel. She turned her head sharply, staring wide-eyed at Chen Jun, her face full of disbelief: "Eat?"

Chen Jun nodded, looking at him calmly, and even patted his stomach: "Yeah, it's my treat. I've been busy all day and I'm starving. No matter how important the matter is, I have to fill my stomach first."

Ya Jie'er paused for a few seconds, then burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, let's eat. How could I refuse when the director is treating?"