The church bells rang and a shiny black extended Mercedes-Benz S stopped on the side of the street.
Pedestrians hurried past in the square, and no one noticed that a black light was gathering in strands from mid-air until it condensed into a vague human figure, quietly hanging above the roof of the car.
The next moment, a black shadow leaned over and entered the car, attaching itself to the "container" body in the back seat, whose eyes were closed and motionless.
Rong Qi moved, opened his eyes, and breathed softly.
"Mr. Rong!" Yoko Noda and several of her men in the car exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
A few months ago in Basel, Switzerland, Rong Qi encountered Bai Sheng head-on. This precious "container" body was wiped out by the law of causality, leaving only a hand. The severed hand was then soaked in a meteorite solution, and after a long period of growth and recovery, it was finally reshaped into a complete body a few days ago, allowing the spirit to possess it again.
Rong Qi lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. He clenched his slender fingers, then slowly released them.
Although he appeared to have fully recovered, he knew that his overall resurrection came at a price—his power strength had inevitably been weakened.
If we encounter the law of cause and effect again, the consequences will be disastrous.
This is no longer the strongest container on earth, Rong Qi looked at his hands and thought coldly.
He needs that new body with the phagocytic gene.
"Mr. Rong," Noda Yoko checked the time, "What's the situation in Myanmar? Is the guy surnamed Su going to finish his mission and bring Supervisor Shen back to the base soon? Do you want me to call back and make some arrangements in advance..."
"No need," Rong Qi said calmly.
Under the puzzled gazes of several of his men, he just shook his head slightly: "Su Jiqiao can't bring Shen Zhuo back, he has already failed."
Noda Yoko was stunned: "W-what?"
Did Su Jiqiao's Fatal Strike fail? Or did Shen Zhuo escape again
In an instant, different speculations flashed through everyone's mind, but Rong Qi did not explain much. The light from the sky shone through the car window on his face, and his eyes seemed to flash with an unknown look. After a while, he asked without warning, as if chatting:
"In your eyes, what kind of person is Su Jiqiao?"
"This..." Noda Yoko hesitated for a while before saying, "He makes people feel uncomfortable. He always has a fake smile on his face and likes to play tricks on people maliciously. He feels like a hypocritical and cold-blooded venomous snake..."
"He's a lunatic," Rong Qi said calmly.
"From the perspective of human psychology, he is actually a born narcissistic person with a pathological personality. If he hadn't met Shen Zhuo, he might have become a master at manipulating people's hearts. What a pity."
As if recalling something, Rong Qi's expression changed slightly, and after a while he slowly said:
"The unreachable moon will only lead the crazy pursuer to hell."
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"-Thank you for your cooperation, Director Fu." Five years ago, at the entrance of the research institute laboratory, the young Shen Zhuo put one hand in the pocket of his white coat and shook hands with Fu Chen with the other hand, saying politely: "If there is nothing else, you don't have to come to the laboratory these few days. We will contact you again in a few days if we need you."
He let go of his hand and was about to turn around when Fu Chen said gently, "Director Shen!"
Shen Zhuo just turned his head slightly.