I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

"Overthrowing the Yuan people is a good idea."

Chen Yang pondered for a long time before slowly speaking.

"But before that, I need to rescue Liu Yan and the others."

Soren's tone became somewhat anxious: "Don't you understand? Even though you have an eighth-tier combat power now, it's still just a drop in the ocean against the Third District!"

"One? Who told you I only have one Rank 8?"

Chen Yang pulled out two cards from his pocket and held them between his fingers.

Tequila, Modcaiser.

Even just through the card, the aura emanating from it made Sauron's eyebrows twitch wildly.

Based on his many years of experience, he could clearly tell that the combat power of the two plant cards in Chen Yang's hand was no less than that of the water ghost standing next to him, and was even much higher.

The cracked garlic clove flower in his arms was also a subtle reminder that these two cards were extremely dangerous.

What exactly happened to this guy in the past two months?

Ignoring Soren, whose mouth could fit a fist, Chen Yang simply smiled faintly, put the card back in his pocket, and said with a cold gaze: "I just want to tell you that I have far more chips than you think right now."

Soren opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He wanted to remind Chen Yang that even three eighth-tier combatants were unlikely to be able to defeat the Third District.

After all, each satellite city has a history spanning hundreds of years.

But he swallowed the words back.

Chen Yang's goal was not to be an enemy of the Third District. If he only wanted to save a few people, he might actually have a chance of success.

The female secretary also returned, carrying a stack of reports in her arms.

Soren took the report, flipped through it for a while, then pulled out a copy and handed it to Chen Yang: "Here's what you wanted. Her condition... well, it's not good."

Chen Yang took the document and quickly glanced through it.

The above text instantly turned his face cold.

Ling Qi – confirmed dead.

Liu Yan – Third District, the Third Laboratory of the Research Division of the Military Industry Group.

The location of the laboratory is only described in two words: unknown.

Do you know where this laboratory is located?

"I'm sorry, this is all the information I have access to."

Chen Yang took a deep breath: "Thank you."

Soren asked, "What do you plan to do? As a research area, the Third District has the closest ties with the Royal City. Although we can be sure that there are no Tier 9 plants stationed there, I can't guarantee what kind of biological weapons they have developed."

"I'll take it one step at a time; I have no other choice."

Huang Aotian grasped the key point in Soren's words: "No ninth rank? What do you mean?"

Soren's expression grew even more serious. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the office, his eyes filled with a deep sense of apprehension.

"All ninth-order life forms represent an extremely high level of life."

He began, his voice low and slow, "Their existence far surpasses the comprehension of ordinary creatures. Once a new ninth-order life form is born, this life fluctuation will be simultaneously sensed by all other ninth-order life forms in the world."

He stopped and glanced at Chen Yang, Parker, and Huang Aotian.

"This is why the royal city has been able to maintain a firm grip on power. All ninth-order life forms are under their control, and they do not allow these life forms to break away from their order."

Huang Aotian frowned and pressed on, "So, for all this time, no force in the world has ever been able to challenge the royal city?"

Soren sneered: "That's how you interpret it."

"Ninth-tier life forms are the weights on the scales. As long as these powers are controlled, the royal city will be invincible. Neither direct confrontation nor attempts to seize power by some means will succeed."

"I'm relieved that there's no ninth rank."

Soren sighed, seemingly wanting to persuade him further, but seeing the determination in Chen Yang's eyes, he wisely kept quiet.

"If you really want to take action, you'd better be fully prepared."

Soren finally said, "The power of the Third District is far more complex than you imagine. The absence of a ninth-tier official does not mean they are weak."

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The night breeze wafted through the window, bringing a touch of coolness.

The room was completely quiet, with only Chen Yang present.

After days of long journeys, everyone was quite tired, and they planned to rest here for the night before heading to the Third District.

The accommodations arranged by Soren were not luxurious, but in this war-torn region, they were a rare place of peace.

Chen Yang leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes to rest, and tried to relax his tense nerves for a moment.

However, when a sharp pain shot through his arm, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The pain seemed to seep from deep within my bone marrow, creeping in and out of every nerve.

Chen Yang frowned, rolled up his sleeve, and a faint dark green light appeared in the palm of his left hand, like a ghostly flame, flickering on and off.

"what's the situation?"

My memory instantly flashed back to a few days ago.

At that time, Qiqi slaughtered the entire convoy without any scruples, and when he got close, an unexpected situation occurred.

Just like that time in Koki Town.

No one saw those green ghosts except him.

All the ghosts converged into his palm.

But because of the chaos at the time, he didn't take it to heart.

Now, that strange power seems to be awakening.

The pain intensified, feeling like countless sharp needles piercing his bones. Chen Yang couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

He clutched his arm, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, his body curled up in agony.

"damn it……"

Chen Yang gritted his teeth, but his hand began to twitch uncontrollably, as if some force was invading his body.

“Park… Parker…”

Chen Yang tried to reach for the cards on the table, but his body suddenly felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

Just as he was about to faint, a deep and cold voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Pain is the beginning of rebirth."

The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, deep yet chilling, so familiar that it sent a shiver down Chen Yang's spine.

He struggled to lift his head and looked around, but the room was empty.

"Thresh?"

Chen Yang murmured softly, his pain turning into shock and vigilance.