Armor: Shura appears at the beginning

In the secret room of the Bawang Group, Badou looked at the ancient clothing, frowned, and muttered in a low voice:

"The more I look at this dress, the more it seems wrong. It feels like a mystery."

He pondered for a moment, his doubts growing stronger: "Why did Miss Lin call this piece of clothing 'master'? Where is her logic?"

Badou felt very puzzled. In his opinion, this piece of clothing was just an ordinary antique, so why could it make Miss Lin so awed that she even knelt down.

Just as he was lost in thought, the crisp sound of high heels came from outside the door, breaking the silence in the room.

Badou was startled and quickly looked around for a place to hide. He quickly dodged and hid behind the screen next to him, thinking to himself, "I hope I won't be discovered."

As the sound of high heels approached, the door of the secret room slowly opened, and an elegant figure came into view.

It was Croton's right-hand man, Miss Lin! Her appearance made Croton even more curious about what secrets this piece of clothing could hide that could make Miss Lin so mysterious.

After confirming that no one was in the secret room, Miss Lin turned to the ancient robe with a respectful look and knelt down without hesitation. She whispered:

"Master, I'm here. There is something that Lin Huamei would like to ask you to help me with."

Her voice was full of piety and pleading, as if this ancient garment was truly the supreme existence in her heart.

When Badou, who was hiding nearby, heard this name, his heart was in uproar.

"Lin Huamei? Is this her real name?" Badou frowned, his heart full of doubts.

At this moment, the ancient clothes seemed to sense Miss Lin's request and suddenly burst out with dazzling white smoke.

The smoke seemed to have a soul. It rushed straight towards Mislin and quickly merged into her body.

Badou witnessed all this, his eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

What's happening here?

Could it be that this ancient clothing really has magical powers?

He rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm whether he had seen it wrong.

However, something even more shocking was yet to come. As the smoke melted into her body, subtle changes began to occur in Michelin's body.

Badou was extremely shocked. What kind of secret did this ancient clothing hide?

Why does Mislin feel so awed and even possess such magical power?

After the smoke cleared, Mislin seemed to have become a different person. She stood up slowly, exuding a cold aura and speaking in a chilling voice:

"Don't hide anymore, Chairman Croton, come out."

Badou was startled when he heard his name being mentioned. He swallowed and guessed in his heart:

How did she know I was here? And, this tone...what's wrong with her?

He tried to calm his heartbeat and analyze the situation.

But the three words "get out" made him realize that this was not an ordinary conversation. He began to wonder if Miss Lin had really discovered his hiding place.

However, Badou quickly denied his guess. He told himself that it was impossible for Mislin to know that he was here, and she must be deliberately deceiving him.

He tried to stay calm and decided to remain calm and wait and see what Mislin would do next.

But Mislin didn't seem to give him much time to think. Her voice became even colder, even with a hint of murderous intent:

"Chairman Badou, do you really want me to find you out personally?"

Badou felt a sense of urgency. He knew that if he didn't come out, Mislin might really take action.

Badou's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt an unprecedented fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

He walked out from behind the stone pillar carefully, trying to calm himself down.

"Xiao...Xiao Lin, what's wrong with you? Why...why did you speak so strangely?"

Croton's voice trembled as he tried to find a hint of familiarity in Mislin's eyes.

However, Mislin's aura was so strong that it was suffocating. She crossed her arms and seemed to be in control of everything. Compared with the trembling Croton, she was more like a majestic boss.

Mislin snorted coldly, with a hint of contempt in his tone:

"Badou, don't be afraid. I have been here for a long time. If I really wanted to kill you, I would not have waited until today."

Croton swallowed his saliva and tried to calm himself down, but what Mislin said next shocked him again.

"Oh, by the way. I am not your secretary Misslin." As soon as Misslin finished speaking, Croton's pupils suddenly contracted.

"As for who I am, you don't need to know now. But what I want to tell you is that I can help you realize all your wishes, including... immortality!"

Croton trembled all over, as if struck by lightning.

Immortality?

This...how is this possible?

He wondered if he had heard it wrong, but Mislin's cold and determined eyes told him that it was all true.

"Are you... are you telling the truth?" Badou's voice trembled even more. He couldn't believe that he actually had the chance to realize such a wish.

People are always full of endless curiosity and imagination about the myth of immortality.

In this story, Croton, the pursuer who has always dreamed of immortality, actually knows deep down in his heart that this may just be an unattainable dream.

Just as Croton was immersed in his thoughts, Mislin's voice suddenly broke the silence. She said in a cold tone:

"On the planet where I come from, achieving what you call immortality is like maintaining an ancient vase and ensuring it remains intact for thousands of years."

Hearing this, Badou's pupils shrank slightly. He widened his eyes, and an indescribable shock surged in his heart.

Croton's throat seemed to be blocked by something. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his excitement. Mislin continued to explain calmly:

"However, everything in this world has a price. If you want to gain the power of immortality, you naturally have to pay a corresponding price. As you often say, 'There is no free lunch in the world.'"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Badou's forehead. He swallowed hard, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

Could it be that this alien really holds the secret to immortality?

And what price will he pay for this?

Croton's intuition told him that the Miss Lin before him was not as simple as he had initially seen.

Whether she was possessed by some power or she was hiding another unfathomable side of herself, this made him alert.

However, this mystery and unknown aroused his curiosity to some extent.

Help yourself realize your wish of immortality, but this is not unconditional and requires her cooperation.

Badou frowned slightly. He felt a little uneasy, but also full of anticipation.

"Cooperation?" Badou asked doubtfully, "What exactly do you need me to do?"

A strange smile appeared on Mislin's lips, as if she had already seen through Croton's inner thoughts.

She said slowly: "What you are going to do is actually very simple, but it also requires your courage and determination. I can assure you that as long as you cooperate with me, immortality will no longer be an unattainable dream."

After hearing this, Badou felt both anticipation and potential danger. He knew he had to make a choice. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner fluctuations.

"First! Give me your body to use when I need it!"

Oh my God! How dare you make such an unreasonable request that I lend you my body?

Badou was filled with astonishment and anger. He stared with his eyes wide open in disbelief, feeling as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

"Are you kidding me?" he growled.

I am Badong, not an object that can be easily exchanged!

What's more, if I lose control of my body, who knows what outrageous things you will do?

How could I take such a risk easily?

However, in the midst of anger, an idea flashed through Badou's mind.

This may prove one thing - Misslin did not develop a second personality, but was really possessed by some kind of alien life form!

He frowned, his heart full of doubt and anxiety.

What is the purpose of this alien life form?

Why did it choose to possess Miss Lin?

What truth is hidden behind all this?

Before Croton could respond, Mislin spoke seriously:

"Secondly, I want you to solemnly promise to use your life as a guarantee to do your utmost to protect the safety of this ancient garment!"

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed at the piece of clothing hanging on the rack that exuded an ancient atmosphere.

The corners of Badou's mouth twitched involuntarily, and his heart was filled with helplessness and confusion.

He secretly complained: "My life? I am the chairman of the Bawang Group. How can my life be insignificant? This is simply ridiculous!"

He stared at Mislin with wide eyes in disbelief, with a strong sense of dissatisfaction rising in his heart.

Badou took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He stared at the ancient clothing, trying to find the secret or value hidden in it.

"Is that all your answer?" Badou's voice was filled with anger, and his face turned red as if it was about to burn.

"I absolutely cannot accept these two conditions!" He roared, his voice echoing in the room.

"My body and life, are they so worthless in your eyes? How can you compare me with a piece of rags?!"

Croton's anger was like a volcanic eruption. He kept waving his arms, trying to make "Mislin" understand his anger and dissatisfaction.

However, "Mislin" remained unmoved, her eyes became even colder, as if she was looking at an insignificant ant.

Suddenly, "Mislin" stretched out his hand, and a powerful force appeared out of nowhere.

Although her palm did not touch Badou's neck, Badou felt an irresistible force tightly strangling his throat.

He felt it was difficult to breathe, as if an iron clamp was tightening around his life.

Croton struggled, trying to break free from the power, but his efforts were in vain.

He felt his throat being squeezed tighter and tighter, as if it would break at any moment. He glared at "Mislin" angrily, but her eyes were as cold as ice, without the slightest fluctuation.

Badou tried to struggle, but the force was like an iron clamp, tightly gripping his neck and making him unable to move.

The feeling of suffocation and powerlessness came over him like a tide, and Badou's face turned pale in an instant.

"Ah, let go! Let go quickly!!!" Badou shouted with all his might, his voice full of despair and fear.

However, Mislin remained indifferent and just snorted coldly, as if he was disdainful of Croton's struggle.

Croton's eyes began to fill with bloodshot, and he felt the threat to his life. He knew that if he continued like this, he would soon lose consciousness.

Just when Croton was about to lose consciousness, Mislin finally let go of his hand.

Badou's body fell heavily to the ground, and he gasped for breath, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell. He lay on the ground, feeling the pain and weakness in his body, and his heart was filled with hatred and fear for Mislin.

Miss Lin stated calmly: "At this moment, you are standing at the crossroads of life."

"You have only two choices."

"First, you are willing to cooperate with me!"

“Second, they are very willing to cooperate with me!”

"Humph, you cunning fellow!" Badou, the prominent chairman of the Bawang Group, retorted indignantly, "Isn't there a third option? I want to choose that one!"

However, this is just the struggle and struggle in Badou's heart. He knows very well that as the helmsman of Bawang Group, how can he bow his head easily?

However, during this moment of hesitation...

"The third option?" Misslin's voice suddenly turned cold, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

"That is, towards the end of life."

Badou's heart sank suddenly, he felt the coldness and determination in Miss Lin's words. At this moment, he understood that this was not a game, but a battle of life and death.

Fear surged into his heart like a tide, and Croton's pride and stubbornness instantly collapsed under the threat of death.

"I...I do!" His voice trembled, but was extremely firm.

"I...I am full of enthusiasm and willing to cooperate with you!"

The former determination to die rather than surrender now became pale and powerless under the threat of life. Badou knew that he could not die, as he still had too many dreams to realize and too much wealth to enjoy.

When Mislin heard Croton's answer, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. In that smile, there was no longer the murderous intent and ridicule from before, but it was full of the joy of victory.

"Hahaha!" He laughed loudly, and the sound echoed in the empty room, as if announcing Croton's surrender and failure.

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