274: Chapter 274 The Vanishing Assassin

Xu Zhiyi's mouth, which she used to speak, had been completely occupied by Su Nange, leaving her only able to make muffled whimpering sounds.

But this teacher smelled so incredibly sweet that Su Nange couldn't bring himself to pull away at all.

Having finally sucked the breath out of Xu Zhiyi, Su Nange's anger subsided a little.

He sat up and looked down at the innocent-faced Xu Zhiyi beneath him.

This woman was simply Su Nange's nemesis; she actually asked in a daze, "Su Nange, why are you doing this to your teacher again?"

"It's not right for you to do this. I'm your teacher!"

Su Nange felt like killing someone! Was there something wrong with Xu Zhiyi's brain?

What on earth was she pretending for? She was doing this on purpose, wasn't she!

"Do you really want me to take you right here and now today?"

"Xu Zhiyi! I don't care if you're my teacher or not, I'm going to ravage you to death today!"

Xu Zhiyi finally realized that she had probably infuriated her student.

Because she felt a bit of pain in her "little Xu Zhiyi" at this moment.

It hurt from being pinched, and it hurt from being sucked.

But she really didn't seem to know why things had turned out this way, still saying, "Su Nange, you're hurting your teacher! Be gentler!"

As a result, she felt even more pain.

Just as the thin fabric on Xu Zhiyi's legs was about to be violently torn open, Su Nange's phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Using his last shred of sanity, Su Nange decided to pull out his phone and check the caller ID.

Sure enough, it was a call he had no choice but to answer.

Xu Zhiyi's older sister, Professor Xu Zhiran, shouted over the phone, "Su Nange, are you with my sister tonight?"

"What did I tell you? Why did you go out with her alone again?"

Su Nange: "I..."

With a face full of grievance, he couldn't squeeze out another word for a long time.

Fortunately, Xu Zhiyi sat up and leaned close to Su Nange's ear, her little face almost pressed against his. She shouted loudly, "Sister, someone is trying to headhunt me! Shouldn't I tell my boss and let him handle it?"

On the other end of the line: "You're still together now? In your dorm?"

Su Nange simply turned on the speakerphone and let Xu Zhiyi answer.

"Nange is helping me shoot short videos. Don't worry, sister, it's not his first time here. I won't bully him."

Professor Xu Zhiran was clearly thrown into confusion by her sister's logic.

What on earth? Am I worried about Su Nange being bullied?

I'm fucking worried about you, girl, getting taken advantage of! That guy Su Nange is a little pervert! Sister, can you please be normal?

Su Nange was also helpless. He was now regretting his impulsiveness from earlier!

Instead of blaming him, his teacher was actually helping him cover it up.

This made him feel even more ashamed of himself.

"Professor Xu, don't worry, I just drove Teacher back. I'm leaving right now."

Professor Xu Zhiran felt much more at ease upon hearing this.

Blushing, Su Nange looked at Xu Zhiyi. "Teacher, I'm sorry! I really don't know what came over me."

Xu Zhiyi tidied up her clothes, covering the red marks.

She reached out and patted Su Nange's head. "Young boys are always a bit impulsive. Teacher doesn't blame you."

"This... sigh..." Su Nange sighed and left the room.

If he stayed any longer, something would definitely happen.

Su Nange had to admit that a teacher would always be a teacher. He feared no one, but he was terrified of his teacher.

Meanwhile, by the window, Xu Zhiyi watched Su Nange's departing figure.

Covering her mouth with one hand, she giggled.

"Student Su Nange is really cute."

With that, Xu Zhiyi picked up her phone again, selected the video she had just shot, and clicked the delete button.

Then, humming a tune, she skipped off to take a shower.

Su Nange didn't go anywhere else tonight.

Instead, he drove to the company, entering the third basement parking lot of Tianyu Building.

That sci-fi terrorbyte vehicle sat there quietly.

Su Nange went into the lounge inside the vehicle and brewed himself a cup of coffee.

The coffee beans provided by the docking station were quite good—rich in crema and with a strong chocolate flavor.

After drinking it, he took a shower in the terrorbyte's bathroom.

It certainly wasn't as spacious as the one at home, but it felt incredibly novel.

Su Nange lay down on the bed in the first suite on the second floor of the terrorbyte.

He thought to himself that this fortress of his didn't seem to have enough rooms.

Now that he had another teacher, sigh, he really wanted to gather them all together soon and go on a trip around the world.

It would be absolutely amazing.

However, what Su Nange didn't know was that his wish might actually come true before long.

By then, those without vehicles would only be able to huddle in towns.

A trip around the world would certainly be out of the question; a wasteland tour would probably be more accurate...

Far across the ocean in Hazelwood Valley, after the tireless efforts of the US Marines, tens of thousands of mutants were finally wiped out!

Meanwhile, the Deep Valley Watchers gathered once again to hold a meeting filled with intense debate.

The old US President, despite his head of white hair, was still impassioned: "If technology is to develop, a price must be paid!"

"We cannot give up our research on phantom juice just because of the various problems that have arisen. You have already seen that the potion developed by Noah is capable of changing humanity."

But one big shot muttered, "But the change it brings is turning people into monsters!"

The old President held the report in his hand and continued, "The Hazelwood Valley incident has been thoroughly investigated. The cause was still that batch of monkeys."

"In other words, we can control the same risks in the future!"

"Besides, we have already invested so much capital. Are we going to give up halfway? Moreover, this phantom juice can be used not only in energy, biology, medicine, AI, and many other fields, but it is also currently our only hope of solving the problem of our limited lifespans. Are we going to give up on that too?"

"This might be an opportunity bestowed upon us by the Lord!"

The Watchers who had originally opposed continuing the research on phantom juice began to whisper among themselves after hearing the old President's statement.

On one hand, they were content with the status quo and didn't want any accidents that might challenge their god-like status.

On the other hand, they were at the very pinnacle of the human pyramid, each living like an emperor.

The only thing holding them back was their lifespan. Who would be willing to part with such an incredibly luxurious life?

However, as for the current US President, Evander, he still had quite a few misgivings.

Although they had wiped out over ten thousand mutants this time...

Only he knew that in the end, the military had no choice but to indiscriminately slaughter the local populace.

Regardless of whether you were infected or not, a bullet would shatter your head. Only in this way could they ensure that no more accidents would occur.

President Evander felt that General Lloyd was a bit cold-blooded.

But what else could be done? This was the most effective way.

Besides, it saved them the trouble of explaining to the family members. Because there were no family members left—they were all dead!

Therefore, he didn't want to argue with these big shots over this issue. His single vote could hardly influence any of the assembly's decisions anyway.

Evander brought up a situation that no one else had noticed.

"Gentlemen, there is something I need to brief you on."

"Please go ahead, Evander."

"Recently, these assassins on the Black List can no longer be contacted."

"Moreover, the Black List headquarters was also attacked, and the person in charge, Mr. Bryan, was brutally murdered..."

"What?!" These old fogeys finally began to take it seriously.

And looking at the list in their hands, these guys were all top 20 assassins!

Even Lucifer was...

Perhaps these big shots wouldn't panic at all over a single assassin.

Their residences and surroundings were so heavily guarded that not even a fly could get close.

But if several assassins joined forces, anyone, no matter who they were, would tremble with fear!

They could only pray that they weren't the targets of these assassins.

"Mr. Evander, what on earth is going on? What do these assassins want to do?"

Evander replied, "I'm not sure either, but they have that unrefined potion in their hands!"

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.