84: Chapter 84 The Boundary Between Heaven and Hell! This woman is richer than a country!

Passing through the VVIP passage, which was laid with a gold-threaded red carpet and lined with B-rank bodyguards on both sides, Wang Dachui finally stepped into the core interior area of The Elysium.

Even Wang Dachui, who had seen all kinds of grand scenes, couldn't help but slightly raise an eyebrow at this moment.

If the outside was the turbulent, crisis-ridden high seas of the apocalypse, then this place was the promised land flowing with milk and honey.

A massive crystal chandelier hung down from the dome dozens of meters high, with every crystal emitting a soft and stable Spiritual Qi radiance.

Wang Dachui could tell at a glance that they were all low-grade light-type Spirit Stones that had been specially polished.

Things like this were used as the cores for laser weapons outside, but here, they were actually just light bulbs for illumination.

Underfoot was a fur carpet from a mutated Snowy Divine Ox, and every inch was so soft it felt like walking on clouds.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive incense, melodious piano music echoed, waiters in tailcoats wove through the crowd carrying fine wine, and elegantly dressed guests gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing.

There was no smoke of gunpowder here, no blood, only debauchery and extravagance.

Wang Dachui casually took a glass of wine handed to him by a waiter; it was an amber-colored liquid, emitting an astonishing fluctuation of Spiritual Qi.

[Vision of God] scanned it: [Liquor brewed from century-old Spirit Fruits, one sip can restore the full Spiritual Qi of a C-rank esper. Value: 100,000 New Coins/glass.]

"Tsk tsk, truly 'the mansions of the rich smell of meat and wine'," Wang Dachui swirled his wine glass. He didn't rush to drink it, instead walking to the massive floor-to-ceiling porthole, looking at the pitch-black, deep sea outside, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Interesting..." he muttered to himself, his gaze becoming deep.

"Just a few thousand kilometers away, my wife, General Leng Feng, is fighting for her life against the Black-Armored Beast at the South Sea defense line, and the seawater has been dyed red with blood. The whole world is at war, and even the nation's aircraft carrier strike groups have to be extremely cautious when going out to sea."

"How can this broken ship just openly throw a party here?"

"Are all the mutated beasts in the sea blind? Leaving such a big piece of fat meat uneaten?"

This was indeed a huge point of suspicion; the current ocean was a forbidden zone for humans, with countless mutated sea beasts lurking in the deep sea, and even nuclear submarines dared not dive casually.

Yet The Elysium was parked here as if nothing was wrong, without even a destroyer for escort, which was simply against common sense.

"Distinguished guest, do you seem to have some concerns about our safety?" Just then, a gentle and refined voice sounded behind Wang Dachui.

Wang Dachui turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white suit, wearing a monocle, with his hair combed meticulously, bowing to him with a smile.

On his chest was pinned a golden badge, the emblem of an Advanced steward of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.

"I am the Chief Steward of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce and also the person in charge of The Elysium; you may call me Old Jin."

Old Jin's attitude was extremely respectful; clearly, the incident at the entrance and the Supreme black card in Wang Dachui's hand had already led him to categorize Wang Dachui as a guest of the highest level.

"Concerns aren't the word, just curiosity." Wang Dachui took a sip of wine, his eyes playful, "The sea isn't peaceful right now. Aren't you afraid of attracting a beast tide by being so high-profile?"

Old Jin pushed his monocle, a proud and reserved smile appearing on his face: "Sir, you are joking. In this world, there is no absolute safety, only absolute strength."

"The reason you think this place is like Heaven is because our Young Miss—President Ji Taimei—possesses the means to keep Hell at bay."

As he spoke, Old Jin took out an exquisite remote control and pressed it towards the outside of the porthole.

"Hum—" Suddenly, a faint, deep-blue ripple appeared on the surface of the sea outside the window.

This layer of ripples could not be discovered at all if one didn't look carefully, but it was like a huge hemispherical shield, enveloping the entire The Elysium, even extending hundreds of meters deep underwater.

[Vision of God · Deep Analysis] Wang Dachui's pupils constricted slightly, the data stream in his eyes refreshing frantically:

[Target: Large-scale Energy Force Field Generator.]

[Attribute: Deep Sea Ruin Technology · Poseidon's Shield (Pseudo).]

[Function: Simulates the biological pressure frequency of a high-level deep-sea overlord (suspected Tier 6), while shielding all life aura and heat source signals. In the eyes of ocean mutated beasts, this ship is just a lifeless reef, or an inviolable imperial territory.]

[Evaluation: This is technology that surpasses current human technology by a hundred years! As long as you don't leave that shield, this place is an absolute safe zone.]

"So that's how it is..." Wang Dachui withdrew his gaze, a stormy sea rising in his heart.

No wonder the nation places such importance on Ji Taimei, even sparing no effort to have a national treasure like himself use a honey trap!

This is not just because she is wealthy, but more because she possesses this kind of black technology capable of changing the landscape of naval warfare!

Just imagine, if China's warships and supply ships could all be equipped with this kind of shield, wouldn't the South Sea defense line be impregnable? Wouldn't material transport be unimpeded? Think of how many soldiers could be saved!

"This woman... is a Treasure Trove." Wang Dachui licked his lips, the light in his eyes changing from the initial task completion to true desire.

This soft rice, I must eat! And I must eat it clean! Take the whole pot away!

"Sir, the auction will begin in two hours." Old Jin did not notice Wang Dachui's secret plans, continuing to introduce respectfully.

"Before that, you can go to the casino to play a few rounds, or go to the rooftop Sky Garden to rest; it leads directly to our President's private territory."

"Private territory?" Wang Dachui raised an eyebrow, catching the key point, "What? Is your President there?"

"Yes." Old Jin lowered his voice, his expression becoming somewhat awe-struck, even carrying a hint of fear, "The President is... recuperating. You hold a Supreme black card; if you are interested, I can announce you, but..."

Old Jin paused, kindly reminding him: "The President has been in a bad mood recently, and her Mental Energy fluctuations are very large. The previous few guests who wanted to visit... were all thrown into the sea to feed the fish."

"In a bad mood?" Wang Dachui was amused, straightened his collar, and revealed a confident smile.

Being in a bad mood is just right! That means the Mental Energy backlash has reached a critical point. This is an opportunity!

"It just so happens that what I am best at is coaxing women to be happy."

"Lead the way! I'm going to go... take her pulse."

Old Jin was stunned for a moment, looking at Wang Dachui's death-defying appearance, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

But he remembered the terrifying strength this lord had displayed at the entrance, and finally nodded.

Perhaps, this man is truly different?

"Since you insist... please follow me."

The two passed through the noisy banquet hall and took an exclusive elevator directly to the top floor.

As the elevator doors slowly opened, a rich, somewhat pungent floral scent rushed towards them.

Unlike the debauchery below, this top floor had actually been transformed into a huge Sky Garden.

Strange flowers and exotic herbs were everywhere, and there was even an artificial stream flowing, the height of luxury.

But in the deepest part of the garden, in a pavilion shrouded by black gauze curtains, there was a chilling coldness and a sense of oppression.

"Get lost!!!" Before Wang Dachui could get close, a delicate shout full of pain, violence, and even a hint of madness suddenly came from behind the gauze curtains.

Immediately following, an invisible Mental Energy shockwave, like a tangible storm, instantly swept across the entire garden!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The precious vases in the garden burst one after another; Old Jin's face turned pale, and he knelt directly on the ground, blood flowing from his nostrils, trembling, not even daring to lift his head.

"President, please calm your anger! President, please calm your anger!"

Only Wang Dachui stood in the center of the storm, the hem of his suit jacket flapping loudly, but his hairstyle remained completely undisturbed.

The powerful Physical Body and Mental Energy resistance from the Perfect Primarch overlaid with the Ancient Sacred Body allowed him to remain as steady as Mount Tai in this Mental Energy storm that was enough to turn ordinary people into idiots.

He took off his decorative glasses, which had no lenses, and looked at the black gauze curtains dancing wildly in the wind, as well as the graceful figure behind the curtains, vaguely visible and struggling in pain while clutching her head, the corners of his mouth curling into an evil, charming smile.

"Quite a temper you have."

"However... this Mental Energy fluctuation, you are indeed quite sick."

"Young Miss Ji Taimei, your medicine... has arrived."