163: Fellow villagers meeting

"When did you transmigrate over?"

"21 years old."

He Ming's face revealed a faint smile, arms crossed, he began to ponder.

It took 270 years to reach the Stellar Level.

That is quite a miserable life.

"Do you have any special Goldfinger?"

"Killing System."

"What is its specific function?"

"Obtain life points through killing to upgrade various physical attributes. You can draw prizes, with three levels: 1000 points, 10000 points, and 100000 points. Items are randomly awarded; the higher the points, the higher the guaranteed reward."

"This cheat isn't that great."

"Who sent him here?"

"**"

Hmm?

The feeling of his eyes being blinded descended once again.

He Ming did not continue to dwell on this question; this question already involved the rules of the universe.

He Ming opened his eyes, stood up, and instructed Shui Meng, who was sitting beside him: "Shui Meng, do not leave Governor Wan Xingying's side by more than two meters tonight."

Upon hearing this, Shui Meng immediately sat up straight and nodded obediently.

He Ming looked toward Wan Xingying again: "I'll leave it to you."

Wan Xingying crossed her arms over her chest and said calmly: "What about you?"

"I'm not weak enough to need your protection; just take good care of Shui Meng for me."

Wan Xingying's eyes narrowed, and a burst of mental energy swept toward He Ming, but it was blocked by an invisible force half a meter away.

Hmm!?

Wan Xingying was startled.

Although she had only used thirty percent of her mental energy, she felt it was definitely enough to handle He Ming, yet it had been blocked.

That feeling was like facing an abyss.

Deep, heavy.

Impeccable.

The next day.

He Ming took Shui Meng to the casino to earn money as usual, earning five trillion in a single day.

As for why he earned so little, it was naturally because he had become too famous yesterday, and no one was willing to sit at a table with him anymore.

9 PM.

Starry City, 87th floor.

Business Screening Room 8713.

Shui Meng sat beside He Ming, watching the 3D holographic movie playing before them.

The room was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

On the coffee table were drinks and fruit platters.

To one side, there was a raised black cloth.

"Governor, I always feel a bit uneasy."

He Ming turned his head and smiled: "What is the specific feeling?"

Shui Meng frowned and thought carefully for a while before saying: "I always feel like something bad is about to happen; I haven't had this feeling in a long time."

"The last time I had this feeling was before I was kidnapped."

He Ming: "Don't worry, nothing will happen; just treat it like that time at the Moon Base."

Shui Meng turned her head abruptly, seemingly understanding something in her heart.

"Governor, you wouldn't be planning to..."

He Ming checked the time; there was one minute left.

"Alright, the guest is about to arrive, relax."

Shui Meng's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and she stared longingly at the main entrance. Time passed second by second, and she counted silently in her heart.

1, 2, 3... 51, the door opened, and a man wearing a waiter's uniform walked in.

The man wore a mask, had blonde hair, a tall stature, and a typical Western face.

"Governor, the fruit platter you requested."

The man approached step by step, stopping two meters in front of He Ming, and bent down to place the fruit platter on the table.

"How old are you?"

The man was stunned and replied subconsciously: "75 years old."

He Ming: "To reach the Stellar Level at 75, this talent is truly enviable."

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point at this moment. Shui Meng subconsciously shrank her neck, her body trembling uncontrollably, feeling a bone-chilling cold rushing toward her.

"Born in the 90s?"

"Or the 80s?"

The atmosphere in the room was broken again by He Ming's words. The man placed the fruit platter on the table and took off his mask to examine He Ming.

"Fellow countryman?"

He Ming: "Odd changes, even doesn't change."

"Symbols depend on the quadrant."

"Gongting Yuye Wine."

"180 a cup."

Shui Meng was a bit confused; why were these two suddenly talking like they were performing a crosstalk act?

"Brother, what's your name?"

"Shadow."

"I really didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman here. Brother, have a cigarette."

Shadow pulled a pack of cigarettes from his inner pocket.

He Ming felt a moment of trance.

Hongli, this was the brand he smoked before he transmigrated.

Shadow flicked out two cigarettes, stepped closer, and made a gesture to offer the smoke.

Just at this moment, He Ming felt a slight stinging pain in his back; jarvis had injected the prepared injection into his body.

Looking again, where was the cigarette in front of him? It was clearly a dagger glowing with purple light.

"Is this your way of treating guests?"

Hmm!

Shadow's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly exploded with force, stabbing toward He Ming's heart. The speed was so fast that it seemed like even time couldn't keep up with the frequency of this strike.

He Ming didn't make any move, just hugged Shui Meng tighter.

A golden light emerged, blocking this assassination attempt.

Only then did Shui Meng react and scream out!

"Ah!"

Shadow failed his strike and, without any hesitation, immediately thought of escaping.

"Since you've come, don't leave."

He Ming snapped his fingers with his right hand. The imperial seal of china, covered by the black cloth on the coffee table, bloomed with a golden light that ordinary people could not fathom, transforming into a golden dragon of fortune that entangled Shadow.

Can't move?

Shadow widened his eyes and looked at He Ming in disbelief.

"What did you do to me?"

He Ming: "Fortune, surely you can't not see it."

Shadow: "Fortune?"

He Ming reached out and lifted the black cloth, smiling faintly: "Look at what this is."

Shadow's gaze subconsciously looked toward the coffee table; it was a seal.

He Ming reached out and held the imperial seal of china in his palm, flipped the bottom over, and chuckled: "Do you recognize these eight characters?"

Shadow frowned tightly: "Received from Heaven, may you live forever and prosper."

He Ming: "You actually recognize Qin seal script?"

Shadow: "I was a history major."

"Before I die, I want to know how you were able to block my strike. You are only at the Stellar Level, second rank."

He Ming held the seal in his hand and sneered: "Haven't you realized you've been poisoned?"

Shadow lowered his brows and bowed his head slightly: "I restrained my aura before entering the room, and I possess an extremely strong poison-resistant constitution. I don't believe any poison can affect me."

"In this world, there are too many things you do not know."

"Just like this sandalwood, it was designed specifically for you."

"And the fortune you cannot see."

He Ming turned his head to look at Shui Meng and grinned: "And the mysterious power whose answer even I cannot know."

"Alright, it's time to send you on your way."

He Ming snapped his fingers again, and the golden dragon of fortune wrapped around Shadow and pulled him into the imperial seal of china.

Shui Meng's eyes widened, and she exclaimed: "That person was sucked in?"

He Ming's thoughts stirred, and the imperial seal of china flashed with golden light, returning to his mental sea of consciousness.

"Not a bad harvest today; caught a big fish."

inner universe.

Shadow appeared on a hillside. Not far away was a cave, and below the mountain was a dinosaur world where the strong preyed on the weak.

He stood there, stunned, unable to understand everything he saw before him.

Illusion?

No!