The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

The atmosphere in the living room plummeted to freezing point the moment that name was mentioned.

Su Wan looked at Li Haotian while holding her coffee cup.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Xue's sobs came in fits and starts, carrying a deliberately suppressed sense of grievance.

"Haotian, it's me... Listen to me, I really know I was wrong..."

"That bastard Zhou Kai abandoned me. Now I have nothing. I... I'm being chased by debt collectors. They said they'd..."

Li Haotian, expressionless, picked up the cola on the table and took a sip.

He didn't even look at the old cell phone.

"I'm so scared, Haotian, please help me, only you can help me..."

The sobbing continued.

Li Haotian put down the can of cola and picked up his phone.

He tapped the screen with his finger.

"beep."

The world is quiet.

Without the slightest hesitation, he skillfully added the number to his blacklist.

Then, he pulled out the SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it, along with the phone that held all his humiliating past, into the bottom drawer of the TV cabinet.

"Clang!"

The drawer is closed.

Su Wan watched him finish doing all this, then silently placed the coffee cup on the table without asking any questions.

Some scars don't need to be reopened by others.

Li Haotian acted as if he had done something insignificant, sat back down on the sofa, and casually picked up the fire-type crystal core that "Mythical Emperor Shitian" had given him.

The crystal nucleus felt warm to the touch, like a small heater.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the system space.

In my mind, the analysis report about that courier "Zero" has been completed.

[Reverse analysis complete: A-rank talent 'Ability Replication'.]

[Deficiency: Single information processing channel, unable to analyze complex or conceptual data, extremely low overload threshold.]

[It can be paralyzed by high-intensity 'information pollution'.]

[Reverse analysis complete: Grade B talent 'Emotional Shield'.]

[Principle: An isolation force field is formed by interfering with mental waves of a specific frequency.]

[Solution: Use a higher-dimensional mental shock, or directly destroy its force field generator physically.]

Li Haotian opened his eyes and curled his lips.

"I see."

"A knock-off Sharingan, and a low-end, stripped-down version at that."

The doctor, who had poured his heart and soul into creating what seemed like a perfect masterpiece, found it riddled with flaws in his eyes.

He picked up his new phone and his fingers flew across the screen.

He quickly packaged the two sets of capability data he had just deciphered, along with the cracking solution, into an encrypted file.

Recipient: Su Wan.

"Beep".

The tablet computer next to Su Wan made a soft sound.

She opened it with a puzzled look and saw a document titled "A Manual on the Attack and Defense of Two Low-End Supernatural Abilities".

Before she could even look at it closely, Li Haotian's message popped up.

"Let the people in the technical department learn how to deal with similar individuals in the future."

Su Wan nodded; that made perfect sense.

The boss always manages to get firsthand information.

However, the next message completely stunned her.

"This lesson will cost 100 million."

"Put it on the 'Purgatory' organization's tab, and ask Scorpion for it later."

Su Wan looked at the words on the screen, then looked up at the man who was leisurely leaning back on the sofa, playing with the crystal core.

She felt like her brain wasn't working properly.

They stripped the enemy bare, turned it into teaching materials, and then sold it to their own people at a fixed price.

Finally, the bill was also sent to another enemy?

This is no longer a high-end business battle.

This is the recycling and reuse of resources after a cross-dimensional attack.

"Okay, boss." Su Wan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

She silently noted down a new receivable in her memo.

Creditor: The "Purgatory" organization.

Amount: 100 million.

"By the way," Li Haotian seemed to remember something, "how's the background investigation on 'Mythical Emperor Shitian' going?"

"It's very mysterious," Su Wan quickly switched to work mode. "Our channels can only find out that the forces behind him have intricate connections with the military, but the specific level is unknown."

"Military background?" Li Haotian nodded. "No wonder they were able to get their hands on so many controlled materials."

He was not surprised by this.

"Then there's no need to check, it'll save us the trouble."

Li Haotian stood up, stretched, and his bones cracked like popping beans.

The body, now fully recovered, is brimming with explosive power.

This feeling is great.

"Have all the things you asked Scorpion to prepare been delivered?" he asked.

Su Wan nodded: "The first batch of 200 kilograms of osmium-iridium alloy and 10 tons of biological nutrient solution has been delivered to the abandoned suburban factory you specified through her secret channels."

"very good."

Li Haotian walked to the window and looked down at the night view of Donghai City.

"Tell her I'll send her the bill later. Also, please pass on my message to Captain Qin Yue of Dragon Shield."

"What should we tell them?" Su Wan asked curiously.

Li Haotian smiled.

Tell her to stop examining that blue stool.

"If we investigate any further, she might start to question the meaning of life."

Su Wan was completely confused, but she still agreed.

She felt increasingly unable to keep up with her boss's train of thought.

Every move he made was like playing a game of chess that she couldn't understand at all.

Li Haotian didn't explain further. He picked up his phone again and opened the official forum for "God's Game".

At this moment, the most popular post on the forum's homepage has a bright red, eye-catching title.

Breaking News! The number one ranked warrior, Di Shitian, is suspected of having made a secret deal with the overpowered "Alien"!

Below the post was a blurry, secretly taken photo.

The background of the photo appears to be the entrance to the Genting No. 1 villa area.

A man in a deliveryman's uniform is handing a metal box to a blurry figure.

The poster confidently analyzed that the deliveryman was a member of the "Myth" guild, and the recipient was the "Alien" who had recently stirred up trouble.

The comments section has exploded.

"Holy crap! Is this for real? The top-ranked player is colluding with a cheater?"

"I knew 'Alien' had powerful backers, otherwise how could it be so arrogant!"

"I'm a total hater of Shinhwa! I'm no longer a fan!"

"Don't be so harsh on me, one picture doesn't prove anything. What if it's photoshopped?"

Li Haotian scrolled through the comments with great interest, a look of anticipation on his face.

He casually switched to his alternate account, "King of Fishing in the East China Sea," and left a comment below.

"Maybe they were just receiving a package?"

The comment was immediately drowned out by a chorus of insults calling him a "simp".

Li Haotian didn't care, closed the forum, and was in a good mood.

The top-ranked fan was willing to draw fire for him; that feeling was wonderful.

He was about to log off and rest when an encrypted communication request suddenly popped up.

The initiator was Qin Yue.