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Chapter 1368 Three Months! A Sudden Surprise?
Chapter 1369 Three Months! A Sudden Surprise?

The Predator emblem, symbolizing the continent's top military strength, flashed across the fuselage, quickly turning into a small black dot in the sky before disappearing into the azure horizon.

A moment of deathly silence fell over the airport terminal, followed by a tremendous uproar and murmur of relief. Passengers pointed and whispered, while airport security guards, both relieved and shaken, began cleaning up the mess.

In the center of the chaos, only Qin Hao and Charlie remained.

Qin Hao looked down at the two cards lying quietly in his palm.

One piece is a cold, black gold, with gold lines along the edges and a claw emblem in the center, silently testifying to the terrifying power it can wield.

The other was a dark silver contact card, slightly cool to the touch. A faint smell of blood, dust, and aviation fuel still lingered in the air.
He remained silent, his slender fingers slowly closing, tightly gripping the two cards whose weight was enough to shake a small continent.

The sharp edges of the black gold card pressed against my palm, bringing a slight, tangible pain.

"three months"

Qin Hao's voice was very low, almost drowned out by the surrounding noise, and only Charlie, who was very close, could hear it.

The voice held no emotion, neither joy nor sorrow, only an unfathomable stillness: "This knife is not easy to hold."

Charlie, standing nearby, finally recovered from the massive shockwave.

He looked down at the black gold card in his hand, which was also stained with blood, then looked up at Qin Hao's clenched fist, and then at the empty sky where the helicopter had disappeared.

"Difficult to hold?"

Charlie suddenly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile, a mixture of dust and a little blood from his nose, blossomed on his face, radiating a wild abandon born of relief and the excitement of discovering a new continent. A fierce fire reignited in his azure eyes, more scorching than the sun outside the airport.
"Dude! This is Predator! The top security group in Black Continent! Three months! Three months!"

He clenched his fist forcefully, his voice suddenly rising to a high pitch, drowning out the surrounding noise, filled with a wild, excited energy:

"This isn't a knife! This is like having an invincible cheat code that's been running for three months! It's so awesome!"

The scorching sun of the continent, like molten gold, poured unhindered onto the parched land of the Zangwe region.

The air distorted and warped in the heatwave, billowing up a sweltering heat mixed with dust, exhaust fumes, and the pungent smell of some tropical plants. The red dust kicked up by the jeep dragged like a weary red dragon between the cracked road and the low bushes.

The air conditioning inside the car hissed, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in Qin Hao's heart.

He leaned against the car window, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hard, cold object in his pocket—the Predator's black gold card. The gold trim seemed branded onto his skin, carrying an unreal, burning sensation.

Ali's words, "The predator is the knife of the two," still echo in my ears, heavy as a shackle.

A knife is, of course, a sharp weapon. But the person wielding it can also be injured by its blade. Not to mention, the knife wasn't picked up voluntarily.

He closed his eyes, and fragments of the chaotic scene at Albaza Airport flashed through his mind:
The white bone fragments from the severed arm of the old man, Abdul Zahir
Bloodstained engagement annulment agreement scattered on the ground

The cold mask on Ali's face crumbled the moment he saw his boss.
And those two black and gold cards, stained with blood, that had been forcibly shoved into my hand.
Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control.

His purpose for this trip was clear and specific—to explore the "Iron Fruit" mine in the Zangwe region, which boasts astonishing reserves but has been largely ignored by outside capital due to the chaotic situation.

This was already a turbulent quagmire, and now the predator group has suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Beneath the splashes of water, is there an opportunity, or a whirlpool that could swallow everything?

"Hey! Qin! Look over there!"

Charlie's excited howl broke the silence. He leaned almost halfway out of the car window, his blond hair dancing wildly in the hot air, pointing towards a cluster of buildings rising from the ground amidst the sweltering heat in the distance.

"Zangway Crown Hotel! Ha! That's more befitting our current status!"

He patted his bulging pocket, which contained another black gold card, his face beaming with excitement that even the long journey couldn't erase.

"A top-tier security group's super VIP! Dude, just think about how many big things we can accomplish in these three months! Iron Fruit's mine? A piece of cake!"

Qin Hao opened his eyes and looked in the direction Charlie pointed.
On the edge of a low-rise, gray-colored urban area, stands an incongruous behemoth.

The Zangway Crown Hotel, entirely covered by a highly reflective deep blue glass curtain wall, resembles a giant, cold sapphire reflecting the dazzling sunlight onto the red earth. Its exaggerated geometric structures layer upon layer, culminating in a suspended, shimmering infinity pool at the top, its surface steaming with ethereal vapors in the heat.

It was like an arrogant outsider, coldly looking down at this barren, restless land full of primal power.

Luxury, coldness, carrying a deliberately created, illusory sense of security that is isolated from the world.

Qin Hao's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. This place was far too conspicuous.

The jeep rolled over the meticulously paved asphalt road at the hotel entrance, adorned with a golden crown pattern, its tires whirring softly.

The massive bronze revolving door slowly turned, shutting out the heat and dust. Inside, another world lay.

A cool, refreshing scent, carrying a rich fragrance, swept over me and instantly enveloped my entire body.

The extremely high ceiling of the lobby is adorned with several layers of crystal chandeliers, with thousands of perfectly cut crystals refracting dazzling light, illuminating the entire space like a diamond palace in broad daylight.

Beneath your feet lies the gleaming black marble floor of Italian Cori, reflecting the luxurious light and shadow overhead, making you feel as if you are walking on a galaxy. Huge white Roman columns support the space, and the air is filled with a mixture of the finest cedar wood and the scent of some expensive flowers, so quiet that only the faint strains of classical piano music in the background can be heard.

Qin Hao's gaze swept quickly across

The reception area is crafted from a single piece of warm, lustrous white jade. In the corner lounge area, a deep velvet sofa sits like an isolated island.

Several men in expensive suits, of varying skin tones, conversed in hushed tones, their eyes sharp and wary. Security personnel in impeccably tailored uniforms and sophisticated communication headsets, like sculptures blending into the background, were evenly distributed throughout the lobby, seemingly random, but in reality, effectively blocking all key sightlines and pathways.
Their posture and gaze carried an aura similar to that of Ali's men—a true testament to their experience of hardship and adversity—clearly indicating they were the hotel's top security force. Beneath the gleaming crystal chandeliers, undercurrents surged.

"Wow!"

Charlie whistled, the sound particularly jarring in the empty silence of the lobby. Ignoring the scrutinizing glances directed at him, he trudged towards the front desk.
The target was clear—the receptionist standing behind the counter, wearing a well-tailored black uniform skirt, with a pretty face, typical deep-set features of an African woman, and smooth chocolate skin.

"Hi! Sweetheart!"

Charlie leaned forward slightly, his elbows casually resting on the smooth jade tabletop.
His signature, slightly flippant, bright smile blossomed on his face, and his azure eyes unabashedly radiated admiration.

"Are all the 'Black Pearls' of Zangwei like you?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze fixed intently on the other person's exquisite features.

"Is it so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it?"

The receptionist was clearly well-trained. Faced with this sudden, almost offensive compliment, she maintained a standard professional smile, polite yet distant, and nodded slightly.

"Sir, welcome to the Zangway Crown Hotel. How may I help you?"

His voice was clear and pleasant, but his eyes were calm and unwavering, showing no sign of being offended or moved.
Qin Hao's temple throbbed. He took a few steps forward and, before Charlie could utter anything more outrageous, grabbed him by the back of his collar!
"gone!"

Qin Hao's voice was low but carried an undeniable force as he suddenly pulled hard on his hand!
"Ouch! Qin! Let go! This is a limited edition!"

Caught off guard, Charlie was pulled so hard he stumbled and nearly bumped into Qin Hao. He immediately started yelling exaggeratedly and tried to break free.

"Murder! I know you're having a germaphobic episode, but don't take it out on my collar! It still smells like those scumbags from the airport!"

During the struggle, a dried and darkened, barely noticeable bloodstain from Charlie's shirt collar smeared onto Qin Hao's crisp white shirt cuff, leaving a glaring, rusty stain.

Qin Hao's movements froze instantly.

He looked at the stain on his cuff as if he were looking at the most filthy poisonous insect.

On the airport medical vehicle, Alos's assistant did use disinfectant wipes to give them a simple cleaning, but for Qin Hao, that kind of wiping was just scratching the surface.

He could clearly feel the traces of the battle at Albaysha Airport still lingering on his skin, in his hair, and even under his fingernails—dust, sweat, disinfectant, and the blood splattered by the old man Abdul, which carried a strong metallic smell!

A strong, almost overwhelming feeling of nausea surged up;

A spasm in my stomach

He ignored Charlie's protests.
The hand gripping his collar tightened, almost dragging him towards the elevator area, leaving the receptionist with her perfect but slightly surprised smile.

"Penthouse suite."

Qin Hao slammed two passports and a dark silver Predator contact card (not a black gold card) onto the tray of his personal butler at the elevator entrance, his voice cold and hard.
When the butler saw the predator claw emblem on the edge of the dark silver card, his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

The professional smile on his face instantly became even more respectful and humble, and he bowed even deeper:

"Understood, sir. The 'Starry Dome' suite on the top floor is ready for you immediately. This way, please take the private elevator."

The elevator doors are mirrored.

The smooth mirror reflected the two figures.
Qin Hao's face appeared somewhat pale under the cold white light. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes were as gloomy as a frozen pool. The dark red stain on his cuff was like a poisonous thorn, piercing his nerves.

Charlie rubbed his neck, which was red from being strangled, still muttering to himself. His bright blue eyes were filled with resentment and accusations of Qin Hao's "extreme germaphobia." But when his gaze swept over the glaring bloodstain on Qin Hao's cuff in the mirror, his mutterings subsided, and a subtle, complex emotion flickered in his eyes.
The high-speed elevator ascended silently and smoothly, the numbers flashing rapidly. The feeling of weightlessness brought a slight dizziness.

"Ding"

The top floor has arrived.

The elevator doors slid open silently, revealing a quiet corridor covered with a thick, dark blue Persian carpet. The walls on both sides were a soft, warm gold, and the wall lamps emitted a tranquil glow.

The air was filled with a different, fresher, and more expensive fragrance.

The butler bowed and led them to a heavy double door at the end of the corridor, decorated with brass.

"Starry Dome" Suite

The door opened silently inward.

Even Charlie, who was used to luxury, couldn't help but hiss and gasp at this moment.
An overwhelming sense of space washes over you, with a massive floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall occupying an entire wall, offering an unobstructed view of the vast, crimson wasteland of the Zangwei region and the undulating, monstrous mountain ranges in the distance, resembling sleeping behemoths.

It was dusk, and the crimson sunset, like lava, spilled across the boundless land, a magnificent spectacle bordering on cruel. The interior was a stark modern style, dominated by sophisticated gray tones, complemented by matte metal, warm leather, and pieces of precious, single-cut stone. A massive crystal chandelier, like a suspended nebula, emitted a soft yet dazzling light.
"Your luggage will be delivered by a staff member shortly. Please feel free to press the bell if you need anything."

The butler bowed deeply again, quietly withdrew, and gently closed the door behind him.

The heavy doors shut out all outside noise. The suite was enveloped in an absolute, opulent tranquility. The setting sun's rays streamed through the glass, dividing the interior into geometric shapes of light and shadow.

"Wow."

Charlie looked around and whistled.
His earlier slight displeasure seemed to be washed away by the luxury before him. He walked a few steps to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, opened his arms as if to embrace the molten gold of the setting sun outside.

"This is what life is all about! Qin! Stop looking so serious! Look at this view! Look at this!"

His words stopped abruptly.

Qin Hao completely ignored the scenery outside the window, and didn't even look at the expensive decorations.

The moment the door closed, he shot off like an arrow, heading straight for the surprisingly spacious bathroom next to the master bedroom.
His footsteps even carried a barely perceptible urgency.
"boom!"

He slammed the heavy frosted glass door shut, the sound of the lock clicking clearly audible.

Charlie pursed his lips and made a face at the closed bathroom door:
"A germaphobe..."

He walked to the bar, skillfully opened the freezer, and took out a bottle of chilled premium champagne.
"Boom"

With a click, I opened the lid and poured myself a full glass. Golden bubbles rose merrily, creating a vibrant display of colors.

He nestled comfortably into the plush sofa, his long legs propped up on the expensive low table, swirling his wine glass as he admired the apocalyptic splendor outside the window, humming a tuneless melody. He seemed completely immersed in this sudden, ultimate indulgence—it was truly blissful.