"Wow... it smells so good! How can it smell this good?" Bai Yoon wrinkled her nose, awakened by a strong fish fragrance. It was then that she noticed everyone was grilling delicious-smelling fish.
"You, girl, do you know your energy went berserk? You were like a madwoman," Chen Zhe frowned, unable to hide his concern. Bai Yoon's energy surge had instantly attracted various anomalies, weakening everyone's resistance and causing varying degrees of injury.
Yu Qiang furrowed his brow and after a moment of contemplation, suggested, "Chen Zhe, maybe we should use your ability to investigate Bai Yoon's background. Her energy fluctuations are too abnormal; there must be secrets we don't know."
Chen Zhe nodded, placing his hand on Bai Yoon's forehead and closing his eyes. "Wind Recall."
Concentrating deeply, after a moment, his consciousness delved into the depths of Bai Yoon's memories.
Within Bai Yoon's memories, Chen Zhe found himself in a dense forest, ahead lay a sprawling mansion. As he approached and pushed open the mansion's gates, he discovered a group of people living inside.
Through conversations with these people, Chen Zhe learned that Bai Yoon's family originated from aristocracy a hundred years ago. During that tumultuous time marked by nuclear wars and the rise of foundations, due to the peculiarities of Bai Yoon's lineage, most newborns perished early, reducing the family from over a hundred members to just over twenty. To survive, they turned to hunting.
Opening his eyes, Chen Zhe looked at Bai Yoon with a complex expression. "Madwoman, your family has an extraordinary background. Your lineage is very unique, which might be why your energy goes berserk."
Bai Yoon was stunned, murmuring, "A hundred years ago, aristocracy... nuclear wars... foundations... I always thought those were just legends."
The group fell silent for a moment, then Yu Qiang spoke up, "Regardless, now we know more. Perhaps finding other members of Bai Yoon's family could help us address her energy surges."
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In the Liberation Foundation's conference room, the atmosphere was tense. Around the large round table, twelve seats were neatly arranged, each with a flag representing their respective domains hanging behind them. The twelve members of the Liberation Foundation had gathered to discuss a crucial topic: how to capture Chen Zhe and his team.
Chairman stood at the center of the table, his sharp eyes scanning around before lightly tapping the tabletop. "Today's meeting has two important agendas. First, we need to deal with Leiming's situation. Second, discuss how to capture Chen Zhe and his group."
Before anyone could respond, Fenglan spoke up, "Leiming is no longer suitable to be our comrade. His actions have not served the Foundation and have caused us great trouble."
Shuiyue nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Leiming's rash and arbitrary actions are intolerable. We must expel him immediately to prevent further losses."
Yili's eyes flashed with pain, but he firmly stated, "Although Leiming is my brother, his actions are beyond redemption. I agree with his expulsion."
Alpha Chairman nodded, "Since everyone agrees, Leiming will be officially expelled."
As Chairman announced it, Leiming's name was struck from the list of the twelve members, and the meeting continued.
"Now, let's talk about Chen Zhe," Torch said solemnly. "Though Chen Zhe's group is small, each member is a master with exceptional skills. We must handle this cautiously."
Dilong frowned deeply, "Chen Zhe's father was once a valuable asset to our Foundation. We don't know if Chen Zhe understands our operational methods and weaknesses. This will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of capturing him."
Fenglan sneered, "If that's the case, I have a plan. We can use Baimo."
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The next morning, Baimo walked towards the long-abandoned research room, his mind filled with thoughts of what he had discovered there last night. The creaking of the old door echoed as he entered for one last look.
Dim lights barely illuminated rows of piled-up files and experiment records. Baimo stepped around thick boxes of dust towards a forgotten filing cabinet in the corner. He opened the first drawer, filled with yellowed folders and a few old photographs.
"Huh?" Flipping through one folder absentmindedly, Baimo couldn't help but furrow his brow. Inside were some photos and life experiences of his mother when she was young. He had never seen such young photos of his mother before, stirring complex emotions within him.
But what shocked him even more was the content of another folder. Inside were records bearing a name—Chen Ming. Baimo could hardly believe his eyes.
"Chen Ming..."
It turned out, his longtime enemy was right beside him all these years.
He stood silently, thoughts swirling like a turbulent sea. The past suddenly seemed mysterious and unclear. It was hard to imagine that his entanglement with his enemy involved such a person, and all of this, hidden away in this forgotten corner.
"Could it be that everything, from the beginning, was destined?" Baimo's heart was filled with helplessness and resignation. He felt as if he were caught in a vast puzzle, and the only thing he knew now was the truth.
He picked up the document, closing it gently. His vision blurred, but his thoughts became clearer. He knew that this discovery would change his relationship with this world.
Standing at the door of the abandoned research room, Chen Zhe's figure looked thin yet resolute in the dim light.
Baimo stood deep in the research room, holding the document he had just found. His expression was indescribable, filled with shock and anger, yet also with helplessness and confusion.
"Number One, let's go," Chen Zhe urged quickly.
Baimo nodded silently, not speaking. He felt his heart pounding fiercely, every beat reminding him of the complexity and unpredictability of this world.
Chen Zhe walked slowly closer, stopping a few steps away from Baimo. His gaze was deep, as if exploring every corner of Baimo's heart.
"Are you okay? My friend," Chen Zhe spoke calmly yet powerfully, "Do you have something on your mind? Tell your brother."
Baimo looked up, his eyes filled with doubt and struggle. "Why? Why did you never tell me?"
Baimo's emotions began to fluctuate; he felt a powerless anger rising inside him. "Have you ever considered my feelings? Do you know what our entanglement means to me?"
Chen Zhe fell silent for a moment, his expression softening, "Baimo, I think there's a misunderstanding between us."
Baimo's mood became complicated and conflicted. He began to realize that this was not simply a matter of opposition. In this abandoned research room.
"Haha, you've always known," Baimo's voice carried a hint of confusion and pleading.
Chen Zhe stared at him, his face showing confusion and disbelief, "What are you talking about?"
The gaze of the two met in the research room, each carrying the weight of past and future. The truth of this moment was destined to change everything between them.