Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

As Stardust's engines spewed pale blue flames and broke through Mars' thin atmosphere, the hull trembled slightly.

Shadow Butterfly's hand on the control stick was as steady as a rock as she carefully drove the car herself.

Because this journey home must be absolutely foolproof.

Although Stardust can operate autonomously, it is ultimately not as safe as Shadow Butterfly operating it herself.

With Shadow Butterfly's reaction speed, she can make timely and necessary evasive maneuvers in any emergency.

"Relay station, this is Shadow Butterfly. Connect to the rocket company's encrypted channel immediately."

After breaking out of the atmosphere, Stardust was able to establish a connection with Earth.

However, Stardust never made any proactive contact with Earth.

For safety reasons, the Stardust can only contact War III at the transit station.

"How about the Shadow Butterfly Gang Leader?"

Zhan San cried as he pressed for an answer.

The live broadcast signal from Earth can also be received at the relay station in Warcraft III.

Because the rocket company's Starlink technology can already cover relay stations.

After watching the live stream before Battle 3, he couldn't wait to fly to Mars.

But he knew that wouldn't work.

At the speed of a starship, it would be too late to fly to Mars now.

Hearing Yingdie's voice at this moment was like hearing heavenly music to him.

"Execute the mission immediately."

"Shadow Butterfly said in a deep voice."

"Yes!"

Zhan San dared not hesitate.

In fact, Zhan San had already connected the signal when he asked the question.

Three seconds later, Zhan Qi's anxious voice came:

"Sister Yingdie! How is the troupe leader? Where are you? The whole world is waiting for news from you!"

Zhan Qi was the first person besides Ying Die to follow Meng Chuan.

Before the battle, I was watching the live stream and I kept pounding my chest in frustration.

It's a pity I couldn't fight alongside the gang leader this time.

"Stardust is returning to Earth and is expected to arrive in Earth's airspace in thirty minutes."

Yingdie tried to keep her voice calm:

"Immediately prepare the highest-level medical pod and have Elder Hua stand by on the tarmac. We must do everything in our power to save Master Ban!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, followed by Zhan Qi's troubled voice:

"Sister Yingdie... Elder Hua has been 'invited' away by the people from the Tianguan Command Center. The Dragon Kingdom has mobilized the nation's top medical teams, and all the equipment has been transported to the Beijing Spaceport. The old man is personally guarding there, saying that he wants the class leader to receive the best treatment as soon as possible."

Yingdie's brows furrowed instantly.

She doesn't trust the official team.

Years of experience as a hitman in the underworld had made her accustomed to only trusting "her own people" from the Green Gang.

Just as she was about to refuse, Bi Wang's voice suddenly came through the communicator, carrying an unprecedented solemnity:

"Go to the capital."

Yingdie was taken aback:

"King Bi?"

Yingdie understands Bi Wang.

Bi Wang was a loner and even more averse to officials than she was.

"This is an order."

Bi Wang's voice came through the electricity, unusually firm:

"The video of Mars has spread all over the world. The Green Gang is no longer the gang that used to hide. You have won. You have won the respect of the earth and the right to stand openly in the sunlight."

"The equipment at the Heavenly Official Command Center is better than ours, and the medical team is more complete. Only there can the Master have the greatest chance of survival."

Shadow Butterfly took a deep breath and gripped the control stick tightly:

"Okay, target: Beijing Aerospace Center."

After ending the call, Yingdie turned around and glanced at Meng Chuan, whose hair was now completely white.

Only then did he concentrate fully and pilot the Stardust toward Earth.

Inside the cabin, Prince Fu was still holding Meng Chuan, his fingers never ceasing to breathe.

He looked at Meng Chuan's pale face, his lips moved, and he whispered:

"Master, we're almost home. Hang in there a little longer."

Meanwhile, the Beijing Space Center was already in an uproar.

The huge tarmac was under martial law, with hundreds of heavily armed soldiers lined up in neat rows and armored vehicles arranged along both sides of the runway.

In the center of the tarmac, there were hundreds of medical experts who were among the best in the country and even the world.

Dozens of sophisticated medical devices were all on standby.

The old man stood at the front, holding a thermos in his hand, but didn't drink a drop.

His gaze was fixed on the sky, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes were even more pronounced than before.

Because after Zhanqi communicated with Yingdie, Zhanqi had already contacted the Tianguan Space Center.

They were asked to prepare for the arrival.

Those half hour felt like an exceptionally long time for everyone present.

"coming!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

Everyone looked up—in the distance, a small blue dot of light was gradually growing larger.

The outline of the Stardust became clearer and clearer.

Without activating its stealth mode, it streaked through the clouds like a proud bolt of lightning and slowly landed on the tarmac.

The moment the hatch opened, everyone held their breath.

Prince Fu carried Meng Chuan as they walked down the steps.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and his steps were unsteady, but he still protected Meng Chuan tightly.

Following closely behind was Yingdie, whose face was expressionless.

He even glanced warily at the people around him.

"Quickly! Medical pod!"

The elderly man in the Hall of Diligent Governance was the first to react, quickly stepping forward, his voice filled with urgency:

"Be careful, don't touch his chest!"

The medical team immediately rushed over with a stretcher, and Fu Wang carefully placed Meng Chuan on it.

The first person to step forward was Mr. Hua.

The acupuncture needles were immediately inserted all over Meng Chuan's body.

Then various instruments were quickly attached to Meng Chuan's body.

"Prince Fu, you can slowly let go now."

Only after Elder Hua spoke up did Prince Fu nod in agreement.

However, just as Prince Fu let go...

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes.

He deflated like a punctured balloon and fainted.

Fortunately, he was supported by the general next to him.

"According to the previous plan, you rescue Prince Fu, and I will take care of Meng Chuan."

Old Hua spoke in a deep voice.

In fact, Mr. Hua had anticipated this situation long ago.

After all, he was also a member of the Green Gang.

Moreover, he is also a practitioner of ancient martial arts, but he is a non-combatant.

However, he knew that Prince Fu, who had been keeping the troupe leader "alive" for so long, would inevitably become exhausted.

However, Hua Lao did not expect that Prince Fu would be so exhausted.

However, at this moment, nothing was more important than saving the troupe leader.

Therefore, Elder Hua had no time to care about Prince Fu.

He followed the medical team, pushing Meng Chuan as they rushed towards the intensive care unit.

Just then, a commotion broke out outside the tarmac.

Countless reporters and members of the public broke through the police cordon, rushing towards this area with cameras and banners in hand.

Their voices were hoarse, yet remarkably synchronized:

"Welcome home, hero!"

"Welcome home, hero!"

The soldiers tried to stop them, but the old man waved them off.

He walked to the front of the crowd and looked at the people holding signs that read "Heroes Never Die" and "Hold On, Mengchuan," and his eyes welled up with tears again.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

The old man's voice carried across the tarmac through the loudspeaker:

"Meng Chuan needs treatment now, so please give the medical team some space. But I assure you, we will do everything we can to wake our hero up."

The crowd fell silent instantly, and some people, with red eyes, bowed deeply towards the direction of the medical tent.

Someone raised their phone to take a picture of Stardust—the spacecraft that returned from Mars has now become a symbol of heroism.

Online, the topic of "Meng Chuan returning home" immediately topped the global trending search list.

The comments section was filled with well wishes from all over the world:

May the hero be safe.

"The Earth will forever remember your contributions."

"Thank you, guardians."