The people in the collapsing iron gave the immortal ship a small shock from the Holy Lord.

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"The three of you should all know that you'll never get rich by earning a fixed salary. Don't you want to buy a luxury villa, date the hottest girls, and drive the best cars?"

"Boss, of course we know that, but we can only enjoy these things if we're alive. If we run out of bullets, we're done for."

They really like luxurious villas, but if they're dead, it's all for naught.

"Don't worry, if I run out of bullets, I'll use a secret weapon."

Valon's face was full of confidence. Didn't he know that to enjoy life, one must first be alive?

We have the confidence to back it up.

"Secret weapon?"

The three of them were full of curiosity.

Seeing the looks in the three men's eyes, Valon knew that if he didn't tell these guys, he probably wouldn't be able to get away with it.

"Alright, to give you guys a boost, I'll show you my secret weapon."

As he spoke, Valon pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket.

"This is my secret weapon."

"Uh... isn't this a cell phone? You're not trying to call the police, are you? But there's no signal in the jungle."

"What do you know? This isn't an ordinary cell phone; it's a satellite communication device. I even had Miss Bai Zhi's people modify it for me, so the signal is much stronger than that of ordinary satellite communication devices."

"With this, if we really can't make it, I'll call Miss Bai Zhi. I believe that for the sake of the talisman, she will definitely be willing to come and save us in person."

Valon proudly waved the mobile phone in his hand.

This is his secret weapon—calling for backup.

He firmly believed that as long as his value lay in this, he would not worry about not being rescued.

"I see. No wonder you're the boss, you're so smart."

Hearing Valon's explanation, the group breathed a sigh of relief, and their spirits lifted. As long as their lives were safe, wasn't this a purely profitable business?

As if hearing Valon's words, a wisp of mist dissipated from here and began to condense again somewhere else.

A reporter, who was interviewing about a miracle cancer drug, felt a little dizzy, and a thought popped into her head:

"Why would someone want to monopolize such a miraculous drug? Shouldn't it be made available to all of humanity? This boss must be an insatiable greedy person!"

315 People blessed by destiny

"Jackie Chan, the Yin and Yang energies seem to be flowing again."

In the old man's antique shop, the old man looked at the two wisps of energy flowing in front of him with a strange expression.

Because here, the Yin and Yang energies did not flow as before, but instead began to flow into an unknown place.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Jackie Chan hurriedly approached.

"Jackie Chan, do you know, this is something I've never seen before, with both Yin and Yang energies simultaneously flowing into one place."

"What's wrong with this?" Jackie Chan was a little confused. He wasn't a sorcerer and had no idea what this was all about.

The old man shook his head. “There’s a serious problem. Logically speaking, Yin and Yang are mutually generating, but also relative. At least in the records, I haven’t seen two forces being injected into one person at the same time.”

"If this is the case, it means that someone has a goal that needs to be achieved by both Yin and Yang energies."

“But this person doesn’t seem to be very powerful.” The old man pointed to the barely visible flickering dot in the smoke.

"However, even if this person is not strong, under the impetus of these two energies, he may be comparable to a powerful demon in some respects, turning bad luck into good and achieving the goals required by the Yin and Yang energies in all sorts of unbelievable ways."

"Dad, you're making it too complicated."

The old man gave Jackie Chan an unpleasant look and flicked him on the forehead.

"To put it simply, this person will be blessed with good fortune for a period of time in the future, and everything he does will be successful. This good fortune will only disappear when he finally achieves his goal."

"Isn't this just like the protagonist in many novels?"

"Pretty much, that's the idea. Many emperors of dynasties were actually blessed with such a destiny, but they often only had half of it, that is, the yang aspect."

"If someone were to receive the blessing of the Yin side, tsk tsk, the scene would be unimaginable. There would probably be no one in the world who could defeat this person."

While her father was saying these things to Jackie Chan, Bai Zhi had a strange expression on her face.

Because she heard it again, as if that omnipresent will was speaking to her.

However, it is clear that even synesthetic beacons cannot translate what this omnipresent will wants to say.

Bai Zhi could only vaguely sense that this will seemed quite dissatisfied with her current actions.

There is a type of person for whom she should be causing destruction, shrouding the earth in darkness, rather than healing and saving lives.

The feeling was like a mother teaching a wayward child.

However, Bai Zhi is destined to be that rebellious child. If she really acts according to this will, she will destroy the earth, cause chaos everywhere, and become an ancestor.

She would most likely gain more favor, and she even had a premonition that if she did that, she would gain immense power.

However, this is contrary to the system's mission objective. If she takes this path, she will be no different from the original Holy Lord.

Even if the system doesn't impose any punishment, the power gained from that will will likely become ineffective after leaving this world.

To put it simply, she agreed to become a game GM or some kind of saint in this world, but the price was that she would be deeply bound to this place. If she left, she would lose the power to influence the world.

After all, how can you use a sword from one game to kill a monster from another game?

"No, I won't do what you say!"

Bai Zhi shook her head, rejecting the somewhat angry will.

After saying that, her expression turned strange.

What followed was not a raging fury, but rather a hint of sorrow.

It's like... after arguing with your parents, they feel a bit annoyed, but you can't just ignore it.

"...I hope I misunderstood."

Bai Zhi shook her head. She felt there was something wrong with her feeling. If that will was one of the two energies of Yin and Yang, it shouldn't be so gentle.

After all, the eight demons, under the influence of Yin energy, had done things that were far from friendly.

That was absolutely the epitome of war, conspiracy, and tyranny.

“That’s right. Such a miraculous drug is something that will affect all of humanity. We shouldn’t let it be privately controlled. We should make the company’s owner disclose the drug’s patent so that it can benefit all of humanity.”

“Martin, you’re a former Marine and one of our most elite secret investigators. Let’s investigate Destiny Corporation together, steal their formulas, and expose them to the public.”

Inside a tavern, reporter Ailu stared intently at the burly man before her and solemnly extended an invitation.

"Ailu, are you crazy? Do you know how many powerful and wealthy people's livelihoods are tied to the pharmaceutical industry of Destiny Company? What we're doing is digging up their ancestral graves! This is suicide!!"

Martin stared in horror at the beautiful reporter in front of him, wondering if she had lost her mind.

Having worked as a journalist for several years, witnessed so much of the dark side of society, and conducted numerous interviews, one shouldn't be so naive.

“You don’t understand. When I see those cancer patients, I feel that we should not exploit them or take their money anymore. The treatment for this disease should belong to all mankind and should not be given to a single company.”

Ailu shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Martin, come with me. If we can get our hands on the formula and make it public, we'll be remembered in history."

"Are you stupid?"

Martin couldn't hold back any longer; he simply couldn't understand this woman's thought process.

"Do you know how much it costs to develop a drug? If everything is given to you for free, why would people be motivated to develop new drugs? Shouldn't the government be responsible for purchasing medicines for patients?"

"Instead of stealing drugs, you should interview those congressmen and ask them to get the government to subsidize the price of the drugs."

"But... many poor countries don't have the funds for this subsidy. Aren't they human beings too?"

"Do you think the work you do is worth so many US dollars? Your current income is based on other poor countries serving us. If you could give up this comfortable life, I might agree."

"But it's obvious you're a fool, courting death. I beg you to let me go. Don't let things get out of hand and people trace it back to me, making me commit suicide by shooting eight bullets in the back!!"

Martin felt like his brain was about to explode, and immediately launched into a tirade.

316 Bai Zhi: Why did I dream of fighting with Ah Ha and Di Yuan Qiong Yu?

"Hmph, this man has no compassion at all."

After Martin left, Elle was filled with disappointment. She had thought that this man usually acted quite manly, but now it seemed that he was nothing more than a coward.

"Then... let's call that person, he'll definitely agree."

Ailu thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. She remembered a boy who had been pursuing her, named Jack, a recently retired soldier who was said to have killed many people on foreign battlefields and was quite powerful.

She simply disliked the man for being too rude, so she never developed a close relationship with him.

So she immediately dialed the number.

Sure enough, after she finished explaining her idea, Jack immediately agreed, saying that for the good of all mankind, he was willing to secretly infiltrate the Destiny Company with her to steal drug information or find out some dirty secrets.

"Done~"

She hung up the phone, filled with anticipation.

Night fell quickly, and Jack arrived as promised, his strong muscles and smart attire making him look like a formidable fighter.

"Jack, the Destiny Building is just ahead. How do we sneak in? There are security guards at the entrance."

Ailu looked at the ordinary security guards standing at the door and hesitated. Although she had never experienced it before, her intuition told her that those masked security personnel were not to be trifled with, and the things they were holding that looked like spears were probably something else entirely.

She wasn't naive enough to think that in San Francisco, where gun ownership is legal, these security guards were using spears to drive people away.

“Hey, honey, this is easy. There must be a sewer system under this Destiny Building. We just need to enter through the nearby pipes, and we can easily sneak into the building.”

"If we could take the opportunity to knock out one of the security guards and get their identification badges, we could operate more openly and legitimately."

Jack glanced at the security personnel standing guard in front of the Destiny Building with a hint of disdain.

In his eyes, these security personnel were nothing but empty shells, utterly insignificant compared to a real warrior like himself who had taken down so many armed enemies on foreign battlefields.

If I finish this quickly today, I can finally get my hands on her.

He had been eyeing this beautiful reporter for a long time, but she had ignored him, leaving him with no chance.

Now the opportunity has come, and it's time for him to demonstrate the sense of security he can provide.

"The sewers...no problem!"

Thinking of the disgusting environment of the sewers, Ailu frowned, but then became determined. What did it matter if she suffered a little for the sake of the well-being of all mankind?

"Good, as expected of Ailu, my dear, no one understands dedication better than you. I believe you will definitely become a famous reporter in the future."

Jack immediately gave him a thumbs up.

Hearing this, Ailu smiled, her mind filled with images of her success.

She believed that she would be remembered in history, and that her deeds would be recorded in textbooks of various countries.

A fearless and beautiful reporter confronts an evil monopolistic capitalist—what a wonderful title!

"Then let's get started."

After Jack finished speaking, he led Ailu into a sewer near the Destiny Building.

Upon entering the sewers, Jack was somewhat surprised, as they were not as filthy as he had imagined.

On the contrary, it actually looks quite clean.

"Ah, yes, I remember, someone came here this afternoon to clean the sewers in the vicinity."

Ailu paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Ailu, it seems we are very lucky. Could it be that God saw what we did and therefore specially sent down protection for us?"

Jack seemed quite pleased. With the area cleaned up, they wouldn't smell bad and increase their chances of being discovered when they left.