The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 786 The Receptionist

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He suddenly tightened his grip on her hand, his cool knuckles taut, suggesting that their owner was about to explode.

'It smells bloody.'

'There are also living beings, or rather, people, who emit chaotic energy waves when they are near death.'

'Someone deliberately covered up the sound'

Neither of them spoke, but both were caught up in the sinister killing intent hidden within the venue and dared not move easily.

Time passed slowly, and the immense malice from unknown incidents, mixed with unknown terror, permeated the entire venue, like an unresolved blade hovering over everyone's heart.

The huge venue, which had been chaotic at the beginning, is now almost deathly silent. Who knows how many forces are secretly lurking in the murky waters, and how many battles have been fought openly and covertly.

Although the two people, trapped in the darkness in the private room, were not clear about the situation outside, they were still affected by the gloom that had descended upon them, and felt a sense of powerlessness, as if they were "fish on the chopping block."

Several more stars and minutes passed, I don't know the exact number, it didn't feel long, but the time in between was incredibly difficult to endure. It seems the situation outside has changed again and entered a new phase, with sounds gradually emerging.

Suddenly, Jiang Hui felt the hand gripping her shoulder shove inward, causing her to stumble backward.

"Squeak—" "Boom—"

Light streamed in, revealing layers of shadowy figures against the indistinct, blurry background, creating an eerie scene.

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"Wait, it's us. Take your hands off my neck first. Sigh, kids these days are really aggressive. I'm the one, Staff Officer Zhou. Xiuwen sent me."

"Kids, don't get excited. I have a self-detecting anti-XR device on me. If you act rashly now, you'll be the ones who get hurt."

"Sigh, why won't you listen? Stop, stop, stop—now you can listen to me, right?"

“Ahui.”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the two paused in their actions and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

That voice belongs to Zhou Xiuwen.

"It's me. I'm communicating with you now. Let me see if you're all alright. Thank goodness, I was afraid I was too late again." The person on the other side of the screen seemed to finally see the situation clearly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the image displayed on the communicator was somewhat blurry due to signal limitations, the voice, body shape, and even some of the subtle speaking habits matched perfectly; it was very similar, except—

"How many meals do I/Jiang Hui owe Huan Xian?" x2
The shadowy figure opposite seemed surprised that the two would ask such a question at the same time, especially at such an inopportune and even critical moment, which seemed to dissipate the tense atmosphere. The person on the screen immediately showed a helpless expression: "Well, I really don't know the answer to your question." Then, as the two were about to make their next move, he pondered and said, "But if I had to give a neutral answer, it would be 1,170 meals, or, including today, 1,171 meals to be precise."

"Huan, if this keeps piling up, I'm afraid I'll have to treat you to breakfasts until you graduate from college and serve in the military before I can pay the bill. Can't you give me a discount?" The girl poked at her food, looking rather indignant.

The man sitting next to her paused with his right arm, then pretended not to hear and continued eating with his textbook-perfect manners.

Of the three people opposite, two were snickering, while the remaining person involved remained expressionless upon hearing this. He glanced at the girl opposite him and then thought about it seriously.

'Okay, even if you... um, 6 x 5 tons.'

"Hey, I remember we just calculated it yesterday. The debt should be 6x7, right? Even with the debts from the last few days, we haven't even broken the 7 mark. And the number you're talking about doesn't even have a fraction of that; it's practically worthless."

"Hahaha, Ah Hui, didn't you realize? 6x5 is the number of days since we met. LOL, the breakfast you owe Huan Xian is almost as many as the number of days we've known each other. How many times have you taken information from him?" The young man laughed wildly, rarely having the chance to mock his two composed friends.

"Don't worry, I won't let you stay longer than that number of days," the boy promised solemnly, though his promise only made the other three's lips twitch even more.

"So whether it's a fixed number of days or a cumulative number of days is very important to me."

"Hahaha, you two are actually taking this seriously, it's hilarious!"

Later, as Jiang Hui's debts accumulated and became increasingly numerous, the others stopped keeping detailed records. Only the two individuals directly involved truly knew the exact figure. Of course, one of the parties involved believed that he would never reveal that number.

And 1,171 is the exact number of days since they first met.

So even though the other person didn't say it correctly, the code was indeed correct—it was definitely a real person. The two exchanged a glance, and only after a moment did they release their grip on the newcomer's vitals.

Having finally gained his freedom, Hajircalvo breathed a sigh of relief and then subtly patted his throat.

As a serving soldier who has received formal military training, being subdued by one person, especially two at the same time, is no pleasant experience. What's more, the ones who have his vital points pinned down are two untrained and incompletely awakened individuals. Despite being just two untrained rookies, they possess terrifying explosive power and intimidation, leaving him unable to react quickly enough.

Of course, he eventually realized that he could easily break free using some clever methods, and even counterattack. But Calvo's purpose in coming here was to meet his two classmates on the young master's orders, so he had to use a more "friendly" approach.

As expected, the two were also quite frightened by the sudden difficulty and darkness. When they encountered an intruder with unclear motives, they immediately went straight for the vitals. They probably mistook him for one of the people causing trouble outside, and they were exceptionally ruthless in their attacks, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiuwen understood his friends well and provided them with a borderless communicator, allowing him to leave messages for his two classmates online and preventing further conflict between them.

Upon confirming that the person on the other end of the screen was indeed Zhou Xiuwen, the two breathed a sigh of relief. They had been worried about how things would end and whether the bloody chaos would affect them, the two small fry. Fortunately, they had a reliable companion with them who had come to their rescue even in this situation.

Perhaps recalling the accident that occurred during the last mecha competition, Zhou Xiuwen did his utmost to send people to meet his friend as quickly as possible.

After confirming each other's identities, the group didn't waste any time on small talk. The two men also tacitly refrained from asking about Zhou Xiuwen's whereabouts and simply followed the unfamiliar military officer out of the private room.