One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

evening.

A remote mountain area in South China.

The helicopter's rotors spun violently, and the roar of its engine echoed through the mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by the endless mountain ranges, and white smoke seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, forming visible dust waves that spread out in all directions.

The engine noise gradually subsided.

Before the fortress where light and darkness meet, a towering iron gate, forged from steel, stands like an ancient behemoth crouching there, making Jiang Bailan and the others standing in front of it marvel at the company's power.

Only with the backing of the state apparatus could such a secret base be built.

As a small door beneath the iron gate opened, the group walked along a silver-white corridor. Zhao Fangxu also took the opportunity to explain the significance of the bunker's existence to them.

It is basically a place for managing, treating, and researching special individuals who cannot control their superpowers. It may also detain special criminals when necessary.

Of course, sometimes we also study extraterrestrial life, or humans who have direct contact with them.

Scratching his cheek, Jiang Bailan asked curiously, "Old Zhao, you mean there are aliens? What do they look like?"

Wang Ye: "??? Old Jiang, what are you so excited about?"

Zhuge Qing: "??? Old Jiang, you're really wrong!"

Besides Jiang Bailan, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, who were also encountering these things for the first time, were also very curious.

Chen Duo, on the other hand, didn't care about any of that. Instead, she looked around at this incredibly familiar place.

"Of course there are, but they're not very strong, and they look rather abstract..." Zhao Fangxu clicked his tongue as he thought of the Pu Ling aliens who looked like cubes of jelly.

They didn't discuss the topic much because they had already entered the research area of ​​the bunker.

That is, the area where Chen Duo was previously studied.

Standing quietly in front of the heavy glass wall, Chen Duo showed a hint of worry for the first time on her usually calm face.

Behind the glass wall, in a room with white metal walls, Liao Zhong, with a suture scar on his face and various tubes inserted into his body, lay quietly on the hospital bed.

It's funny how fate works. Before, Liao Zhong was the one watching over Chen Duo from the outside, but in the blink of an eye, their positions have been reversed.

"Chairman Zhao!"

"Special Envoy Jiang!"

Because Zhao Fangxu had given prior notice, the person in charge of this bunker was already waiting there, and he didn't forget to greet Jiang Bailan.

Next, at Zhao Fangxu's signal, a staff member from the bunker slowly opened the closed ward door.

Knowing it was her turn, Jiang Bailan flashed and appeared directly in front of Liao Zhong, her palm shining brightly with golden light as she pressed it against the other's forehead.

A moment later, Liao Zhong, who had just woken up, slowly sat up, leaving the researchers in the bunker outside the ward completely dumbfounded.

They've studied Gu poison for so long, yet they're still no match for Jiang Bailan moving her hand. Sometimes, the difference between people is greater than that between a person and a dog.

Gradually, the researchers' gazes toward Jiang Bailan became subtle.

They thought that this guy seemed to have a high-risk ability as well, and wondered if they could ask Chairman Zhao to leave something behind for research.

"Chen Duo!"

Jiang Bailan: "...Bastard! I'm your savior!!"

Looking at Liao Zhong, who was so ungrateful that he wouldn't even glance at her, Jiang Bailan felt a surge of anger, thinking about what she had done for Chen Duo because of him.

boom! boom! boom!

After the three sounds, Jiang Bailan explained to Liao Zhong why the farmer's three punches were a little sweet.

"Uncle Liao!"

While Chen Duo helped Liao Zhong, whose eyes were black and nose was bleeding, Jiang Bailan shook his hand and strode out of the ward.

He had done everything he could. As for what would happen between Chen Duo and Liao Zhong next, that was between the two of them.

He took out his phone and checked the time. He realized it was still early and figured Lao Ma and the others probably hadn't eaten yet, so he sent a message to Er Zhuang.

The reason he messaged Erzhuang was, of course, because he didn't have Lao Ma's phone number.

Just as they were waiting for Erzhuang to send his phone number, Zhao Fangxu walked over with a man with short gray hair and a thick beard.

"Old Zhao, what's this?"

“Xiao Jiang, this is the person in charge of the Dark Fortress. He wants to ask if you can leave something for them to study.” Zhao Fangxu pointed to the man next to him and said.

Upon hearing the other party's request, Jiang Bailan raised an eyebrow.

Still researching?

Could it be that the company is also planning to develop a "pacifist" character?

Thinking of this, Jiang Bailan felt that with the level of technology in China in 2014, it would be difficult to succeed, and besides, he didn't have the time to stay here and cooperate with the research.

So I casually asked, "Do you want some poop?"

Zhao Fangxu: "ヽ(ー_ー)ノspeechless!"

暗堡负责人：“ヾ(?7?2°?6?3°?7?2)?1?7?1?8想要！”

Jiang Bailan: "..."

-

1 hours later.

Jiang Bailan paid the price for his sharp tongue. Without Jin Ke La, he was forced to squat in the toilet for an hour, and his original plan to have dinner in Biyou Village had to be postponed to lunch the next day.

He really does have that serious illness!

He just made a casual remark, how did these researchers from the Dark Fortress take it seriously?

Jiang Bailan refused to believe it. Could they possibly discover some cutting-edge technology from this pile of gold nuggets?

joke!

Just playing around!

If he can actually discover anything from this research, he'll livestream himself eating Jin Ke La (a type of fertilizer)!

-

Meanwhile, in the gentle night, amidst the rolling mountains, in the brightly lit Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong, having just hung up the phone with Jiang Bailan, was in an exceptionally good mood.

The reason is simple: Jiang Bailan is coming back tomorrow.

This means that his plan to replicate his superpowers can proceed smoothly.

Ma Xianhong was not complacent about defeating Zhang Chulan and the other temporary workers. He clearly recognized that they were just appetizers before the main course, and Jiang Bailan was the real protagonist of the banquet.

The only way is to replicate the other person's superpower!

Only by surviving the threat posed by the company can Biyou Village survive!

As for replicating Jiang Bailan's supernatural abilities, the previously damaged cultivation furnace was able to do so. Ma Xianhong was full of confidence in the new version of the cultivation furnace, which had been improved by Zhuge Qing's magic.

"Fu Rong, cook two more good dishes. Qiu Rang, go get my 3-year-old Feitian Moutai. Everyone, have a good meal and drinks tonight!"

Ma Xianhong was very pleased.

A smile never disappears; it simply moves on.

The happier Ma Xianhong was, the sadder the group of talented individuals from Biyou Village were.

Eat and drink well?

Can't we just not eat and drink well?

After all, there might not be any food or drink available tomorrow.

They didn't know if Lao Ma could beat Jiang Bailan, but they definitely couldn't beat Jiang Bailan!

“Eat! Eat! Eat!”

Since they couldn't escape it anyway, they might as well die with a full stomach. The group of talented students nervously buried themselves in their food and worked hard.

Amidst singing and dancing, a group of people consumed two days' worth of food from Biyou Village in one night.