TYMIMA Chapter 89

Wu Peng looked at the blood continuously flowing from the balcony floor, his scalp tingling: “Can he… can he still be saved?”

 

Lance’s eyes darkened: “No pulse or heartbeat, comminuted fractures, internal bleeding. Unless Chu Fu is here.”

 

Only the Federation’s strongest recovery system Awakened one could simultaneously repair injuries throughout the entire body. Otherwise, any of the fatal wounds on the old man would be enough to cause complete brain death within two minutes.

 

Wu Peng perked up: “Chu… Chu… Fu!”

 

Lance heard the hesitation in his words and immediately reacted sensitively: “You have Chu Fu’s pheromones!”

 

Wu Peng suddenly swallowed his breath, eyes widening.

 

He found it incredible how Lance reacted so quickly, guessing what he wanted to say just from his response.

 

Lance no longer had time to pretend to be a naive university student. He decisively commanded: “Go get the pheromones immediately, then notify Adrian and Lan Qi to come over!”

 

He was completely giving orders in the tone of White Pharaoh.

 

Fortunately, Wu Peng was nervous from the scene before him, and with the pheromones being in Zhan Pingchuan’s hands making him feel guilty, he didn’t have the energy to think about Lance’s abnormal behavior.

 

“Oh!” Wu Peng knew this was a major matter and hurried out to find Adrian.

 

Lance looked again at the old man who had lost his breath.

 

At this moment, all communication devices were cut off, and he had no way to contact Lan Wendao. All he knew were the four characters the old man had left behind, and the deliberately placed red parrot crystal ore.

 

Believing that Lan Wendao and Zhan Qinghe had unknown connections with the Tasman king was just his speculation given insufficient information. If his judgment was wrong and he saved someone he shouldn’t have, he would drag both Ghost Eye and High Tower down with him, making enemies of the Tasman Pirate Nation.

 

But he never liked to hesitate when doing things. He was certain his judgment wasn’t wrong, and he could afford the consequences.

 

Meanwhile, Selarl’s spy was running downstairs at full speed. While running, he tried calling the anglerfish, but there was no response from the phone.

 

Only then did he remember that because of Gudeshao’s assassination, all communications on the entire cruise ship had been cut off. He now had no way to notify Prince Selarl, and couldn’t even contact his teammates guarding the helipad.

 

Fuck!

 

He cursed angrily, gripped his phone tightly, took a big step, and jumped directly down ten flights of stairs—

 

Bang!

 

Urgent, muffled echoes rang through the safety passage.

 

The red warning bells continued their incessant wailing, and aggressive red lights flashed in the corridors.

 

Wu Peng banged open Adrian’s door and, under Adrian’s puzzled gaze, extremely quickly relayed Lance’s words.

 

He didn’t even have time to explain what exactly had happened, who was dying, or what that person had written on Lance’s hand.

 

Adrian only pondered for three seconds before immediately having Wu Peng go upstairs to notify Lan Qi.

 

Actually, he had no way to judge whether Lance’s decision was correct. Having an intern direct an entire bidding squad was absurd in itself.

 

But he still agreed to do this, not because of Lance’s relationship with Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Rather, if Chu Fu were present, Chu Fu would definitely save them.

 

Chu Fu had once said that humans always have flaws. Those she saved weren’t necessarily good people—they might be good to some and evil to others, or good now but would become evil in the future. But all these changes weren’t her karma to bear. One only needed to focus on the immediate joys and sorrows before them and follow their heart.

 

This was what she had learned from a scientist named Li Rong.

 

Fulunla said urgently: “The pheromones… but the pheromones are with the eldest young master!”

 

Adrian immediately grabbed Fulunla’s arm, told Mudeli to “watch the house,” then pushed open the glass door and, together with Fulunla, climbed directly from the balcony into Zhan Pingchuan’s room.

 

Zhan Pingchuan had just dealt with the bastard who coveted his wife and was in a great mood, pondering how to meet with Lance.

 

Abaddon sat obediently on the bed, watching cruise ship promotional advertisements on TV.

 

TV programs could no longer be received, and movies required internet connection to watch. Fortunately, he wasn’t picky—he watched advertisements while peeling an apple for himself.

 

Abaddon was tall and large with thick hands. The small apples on the cruise ship weren’t even half the size of his palm. He was carefully trying not to break the apple peel when he heard a commotion on the balcony. Adrian and Fulunla pulled open the glass door and burst in.

 

Abaddon’s mouth fell open, the apple in his hand dropped with a splat, and the apple peel he’d maintained for so long was also torn.

 

He turned back incredulously to look at the room number on the door.

 

Could Ghost Eye Guild even get the wrong room?

 

Zhan Pingchuan stared in shock at Adrian and Fulunla who had rushed from the balcony to stand before him, his entire body tensing up.

 

He needed Adrian to give him an explanation. Was this the moment of truth—were they going to have a showdown with High Tower Guild?

 

Then he needed to protect his little fox first.

 

Fulunla rushed forward in one stride, blocking Abaddon’s view: “Big brother! There’s an extremely urgent matter—quickly go find your young miss!”

 

Adrian stood on the balcony. Taking advantage of Fulunla distracting Abaddon, he silently mouthed two words to Zhan Pingchuan—mint.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized that Adrian wanted his fucking mint pheromones!

 

Zhan Pingchuan glanced at Abaddon from the corner of his eye. Seeing Fulunla jumping left and right, blocking Abaddon completely, he didn’t delay further. He leaped from the bed, quickly rummaged through his suitcase for Chu Fu’s pheromone vial, and secretly handed it to Adrian.

 

Adrian said nothing and didn’t delay. He took the pheromones and leaped down from the balcony, jumping toward Lance’s room.

 

Zhan Pingchuan leaned over the balcony edge and immediately saw Lance exposed in the night.

 

The little fox was kneeling on one knee with his head lowered, his red hair blown up by the wind and beating against the glass window. A person lay before him with blood covering the ground, apparently lifeless.

 

The night was too dark for Zhan Pingchuan to see who it was, and the balcony was too small to accommodate more people.

 

Just as he was puzzled, he heard an angry shout from the top of the cruise ship: “What are you doing! Don’t touch Tasman’s criminal!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan possessed S-level hearing. Even though the chef’s roar was diluted by the wind and waves, he still heard it clearly.

 

He suddenly looked up and saw an extremely small black shadow swaying back and forth on the top floor.

 

No matter what Lance and his uncle wanted to do, being discovered would always be troublesome.

 

So Zhan Pingchuan didn’t rush down to find Lance. Instead, he manipulated his ability, raised his five fingers, and used silver threads to wrap around the railing above.

 

He exerted force with his waist and abdomen, kicked off the railing, and pulled himself up.

 

On the other side, Wu Peng received the order and ran upstairs at full speed, colliding head-on with the chef rushing downstairs.

 

The chef was furious and roared roughly: “Which guild are you from? Return to your room immediately!”

 

Wu Peng flexed all his muscles and roared back righteously: “Isn’t that exactly where I’m going!”

 

The chef was stunned by his roar and nearly missed a step, almost falling down the stairs: “……”

 

Damn, so fierce.

 

Wu Peng glared and shoved past the bewildered chef, swaggering up the safety passage.

 

Though the chef found it strange, he couldn’t spare much thought. He was afraid Chen Shun’an might still have a breath left and escape into the sea.

 

Although the old sea turtle was aged and severely injured, probably couldn’t get far, delays could lead to complications. Tonight even Minister Gudeshao had been assassinated—what couldn’t happen?

 

Thump thump thump thump!

 

The safety passage immediately echoed with two intersecting sounds, one going up and one down, racing against time.

 

Adrian landed beside Lance and immediately pressed his hand to the old man’s neck, checking for a pulse.

 

Because Chu Fu’s pheromones weren’t omnipotent either—once the heart stopped supplying blood and brain cells began dissolving, even the greatest immortal couldn’t save him.

 

Lance quickly answered: “Lost pulse for forty-seven seconds.”

 

Adrian was slightly shocked. He hadn’t expected Lance to be so calm, still able to keep track of the time since the old man’s heart stopped beating in such an emergency.

 

If it was only forty-seven seconds, the brain wouldn’t be dead yet.

 

Adrian didn’t hesitate and immediately opened the pheromone vial, pried open the old man’s jaw, and poured it all in.

 

Light green pheromones flowed into the old man’s throat, quickly spreading throughout his body. The refreshing mint fragrance filled the air, making even Lance feel refreshed and clear-headed.

 

Truly worthy of being the strongest recovery system Awakened one.

 

If there was anyone in this world who could nearly achieve the level of bringing the dead back to life, it would only be Chu Fu.

 

Wherever the mint pheromones reached, the old man’s body was healing at a visible speed. His broken neck bones reconnected, his shattered organs gradually returned to their proper places, and his pale, cold lips slowly regained their color.

 

Lance gripped that thin, withered wrist again and finally felt a weak pulse.

 

“Cough!” Chen Shun’an suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood that had accumulated in his throat.

 

Time passed second by second. In the safety passage, one set of footsteps disappeared.

 

Wu Peng exercised regularly and had lean muscles, so even though he was going upstairs, he was much faster than the pampered chef.

 

He accelerated to Lan Qi’s door and banged on it again: “Miss Lan! There’s something!”

 

Lily, who couldn’t sleep, was the first to jump up from bed. She recognized Wu Peng’s voice: “That muscle omega from Ghost Eye!”

 

Dream Witch squinted, reached up to tear off her face mask, and walked toward the door.

 

Wu Peng: “Open the door quickly! I know you’re in there!”

 

Dream Witch wore a slip nightgown, revealing her sexy collarbones, and yanked the door open: “What?”

 

Wu Peng looked carefully and his vision blurred, his face instantly turning bright red.

 

He quickly turned away, his originally organized words becoming stuttered: “There’s… there’s… something! You… you… come down with me.”

 

Dream Witch saw his shy, stiff appearance, tossed her hair, and smiled slightly: “What, are you going to confess to me?”

 

Wu Peng shuddered: “You… you… what nonsense! This is serious business!”

 

Dream Witch crossed her arms, looking at Wu Peng with interest: “Oh, what trap has your Ghost Eye set up waiting for me?”

 

Just as Adrian couldn’t trust her, she wouldn’t easily trust Adrian either.

 

Gudeshao was dead, and Tasman would definitely send a new envoy. High Tower and Ghost Eye were still opponents—the competition had never ended.

 

Wu Peng stamped his feet anxiously: “I can’t explain it clearly—let Lance tell you! That person told him before dying—”

 

Dream Witch’s expression changed. She pushed Wu Peng aside with one palm and rushed out wearing just her slip.

 

“Hurry up!”

 

Wu Peng: “???”

 

He froze for a moment before belatedly chasing after Lan Qi.

 

It must have been his sincerity and urgency that moved Lan Qi, making her instantly believe his words and willing to go downstairs with him.

 

But he also couldn’t figure out why Lance was anxious to notify High Tower Guild. Logically, their Ghost Eye should discuss internally first.

 

But Wu Peng knew his mind wasn’t quick, while Lance was the top student at a premier university.

 

There must be something he overlooked that only Lance noticed.

 

The young master-in-law was truly amazing!

 

Lily was naturally someone who loved excitement. Hearing Lance’s name and seeing Dream Witch rush off, she quickly threw on a coat, grabbed her room card, and chased after them.

 

Tasman’s order for everyone to return to their rooms was completely ignored by them!

 

Outside the balcony.

 

Waves rolled, sea winds roared, and silver light flashed in the dark night.

 

Zhan Pingchuan moved extremely fast, navigating the railings on the cruise ship’s side as if on flat ground. In just over ten seconds, he reached the twentieth floor.

 

The chef peered down and saw an agile figure rushing toward him. His whole body tensed as he quickly retreated, not forgetting to bluff threateningly: “Who are you! What do you want! I’m from the Tasman Pirate Nation—”

 

Before the chef finished speaking, Zhan Pingchuan had already flipped onto the helipad.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s engorged forearm muscles were hard as steel. His entire body shot toward the chef like an arrow released from a bow. Without any unnecessary words, he directly gripped the chef’s throat with one hand.

 

The chef’s eyes bulged as he looked at Zhan Pingchuan in terror.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s fingers applied slight pressure as he sneered coldly: “Oh, what are you? Let’s hear it.”

 

“I’m Prince Selarl’s personal guard! If you dare lay a hand on me, Prince Selarl definitely won’t let you go!” the chef struggled hoarsely.

 

Zhan Pingchuan scoffed lightly upon hearing this, too lazy to waste more words with him.

 

No matter who he was, as long as he had seen Lance and would bring danger to Lance, he couldn’t live.

 

Just as Zhan Pingchuan was about to snap this person’s neck, he suddenly heard a shout from below—

 

“Husband, don’t!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan recognized that voice and suddenly loosened his five fingers.

 

In the room, Abaddon’s apple fell to the ground again. He stuck his big head out from the balcony, looking down in disbelief.

 

And although Adrian across from Lance still wore his deadpan expression, he couldn’t control his suddenly dilated pupils.

 

The air gradually moved away from the urgency of death and fell into awkward stagnation.

 

But Lance was also acting in desperation with no other choice.

 

By the time he noticed Zhan Pingchuan, Zhan Pingchuan had almost reached the top floor.

 

He knew Zhan Pingchuan was going to kill the person who had seen his figure, but Lance had a better solution—that person couldn’t die yet.

 

The cruise ship’s rooms were balcony after balcony, and the soundproofing wasn’t necessarily that good.

 

He couldn’t shout Zhan Pingchuan’s name in public and put Zhan Pingchuan in danger.

 

But the word “husband” was quite clever—it could effectively ease some tense atmosphere, evoke ambiguous associations, and make people relax their guard against sounds from outside.

 

So Lance had no choice but to embarrass himself in public.

 

He also knew that once his relationship with Zhan Pingchuan was exposed, Adrian would never tolerate him.

 

But he decisively made his choice—at least at this moment, the Tasman king’s crisis was more important.

 

If communications were restored and Selarl learned of his spy’s death, the king would quickly fall into extremely dangerous circumstances.

 

By then, even if Lan Wendao and Zhan Qinghe came personally, it would be too late.

 

As for Yan Qili’s whereabouts, he could only think of another way.

 

Adrian remained silent for a long time, and Lance was also tense. Only the old man, though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet, gradually stabilized his breathing.

 

Just then, the chef in the safety passage finally reached the fifteenth floor.

 

He headed straight for Lance’s room, his bowl-sized fist brutally pounding on the wooden door as he commanded rudely: “Open the door, people inside! A criminal jumped onto your balcony! Cooperate with the investigation immediately!”

 

Lance heard the knocking and only then turned his gaze, staring coldly.

 

“Damn it! If you don’t open up, I’m kicking the door down!” The chef had barely finished speaking when Dream Witch arrived behind him.

 

Dream Witch impatiently patted his shoulder: “Who are you looking to cause trouble for?”

 

The chef turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful woman in revealing clothes.

 

“Where did you come from?”

 

Before Dream Witch could answer, Wu Peng said righteously: “This is my room!”

 

The chef looked at him in amazement: “Weren’t you the one going upstairs just now? Which is actually your room?”

 

Wu Peng: “None of your damn business!”

 

The chef was about to explode when the door opened from inside and Lance showed his face.

 

The chef spun around: “Quickly hand over that old man—”

 

Lance indifferently moved his gaze away from him and said to the three people behind: “Knock him out.”

 

Dream Witch immediately raised her palm, and Lily simultaneously swung her little fist—

 

Wu Peng elbowed the chef’s carotid sinus, looking at Lan Qi and Lily in confusion: “What are you doing? He was talking to me.”

 

Dream Witch: “……”

 

Lily: “……”

 

Before long, Mudeli and Abaddon jumped down from the balcony, and Zhan Pingchuan also brought down the person from the helipad bound with silver threads.

 

The group quickly settled the old man inside the room, locked the balcony door, and gathered together.

 

Although Chen Shun’an had escaped the line between life and death, he had suffered mental trauma and nearly died once, so he wouldn’t regain consciousness that quickly.

 

Lance told both guilds exactly what had just happened, the characters the old man had written in his palm, and his own analysis of the red parrot crystal ore.

 

Finally he said: “After communications are restored, everyone contact President Zhan and President Lan to ask their opinions. If they disagree, then consider this my meddling, and I’m willing to take responsibility.”

 

Adrian fell into contemplation.

 

He gazed at the sleeping old man beside him and slowly spoke: “Our president does indeed seem to have had connections with the Tasman king.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan was surprised: “Huh?”

 

How did he not know this? Why didn’t his father tell him?

 

Dream Witch propped her chin, looking thoughtful: “My dad also seems to know Tasman’s rise to power like the back of his hand.”

 

She recalled that conversation with Lan Wendao. Much of what Lan Wendao had said should have occurred in history destroyed by the Federation. Ordinary people should be like her—knowing bits and pieces—but Lan Wendao was clearly very informed, even knowing about the king’s ability.

 

Lance raised an eyebrow with an almost imperceptible smile.

 

How many things was Old Lan hiding from him?

 

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