The call connected, and Chu Feng’s voice came through the receiver, vibrating with barely restrained excitement.
“Mr. Yu! The Southeast Theater Command radar matrix has completed its final self-check! But just moments ago, the technical department intercepted thirteen high-frequency abnormal fluctuation signals in Beijing.”
Chu Feng spoke rapidly.
“They seem to have detected danger and are frantically shifting frequencies, attempting to escape! Please instruct whether we should immediately activate the ‘Full Clearance’ protocol.”
Yu Xian looked at the steaming plate of scallion-braised crucian carp on the table. His stomach rumbled.
Thirteen.
He lowered his head and glanced at the dish.
Just earlier in the kitchen, he had coincidentally killed thirteen crucian carp.
“Xiao Chu, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder or something?”
Yu Xian picked up a piece of fish belly coated in scallion oil and chewed it slowly.
“Just thirteen random fish. I already cleaned them properly—guts removed, scales scraped. They’re all in the pot now.”
On the other end of the line, Chu Feng made a strangled, bizarre gasp, as if his throat had been seized.
Cleaned properly? Guts removed?
Chu Feng suddenly turned toward the main screen in the command center.
At the exact moment Yu Xian casually said those words, the thirteen red anomaly signals turned a uniform dead gray—signifying loss of life.
No firefight. No capture. Not even radar deployment.
A complete physical-level instant erasure.
“Mr… Mr. Yu.”
Chu Feng’s grip on the communicator tightened until his knuckles turned white.
“You mean… you personally… put them into the pot?”
“Of course. Otherwise what, keep them for New Year?”
Yu Xian spat out a small fish bone, frowning slightly.
“Perfect timing—crispy outside, tender inside. Don’t bother me with trivial stuff. Do whatever you want. I’m eating.”
Beep.
The call ended.
Li Yao stood in the shadowed corner of the dining room, feeling a freezing chill shoot up from her soles to her skull.
“Crispy outside, tender inside. Guts removed.”
Her mind involuntarily pictured the thirteen imperial elite agents in Beijing being instantly carbonized by some incomprehensible higher-dimensional force.
And yet he calmly ate fish while casually announcing the end of thirteen lives.
This… was the daily life of a higher-dimensional demon?
Turning another nation’s strategic assets into side dishes on his dining table.
Tokyo, 50 meters underground intelligence center.
The alarm never rang.
Because the operator monitoring the Beijing assets’ vital signs had already collapsed under the table like a puddle of mud, his mind crushed so thoroughly he couldn’t even think to press the alarm.
Sako Marufujī held a half-finished glass of champagne, staring rigidly at the screen.
Thirteen identifiers—all turned gray in perfect unison.
“How… is this possible.”
His voice was hoarse, his Adam’s apple struggling to move.
“Commander…”
The operator’s teeth chattered uncontrollably.
“One minute ago, all thirteen bio-chip signals transmitted maximum pain readings simultaneously… then they melted.”
“Cause of death?”
“The final recorded environmental temperature exceeded 300 degrees Celsius… they… they were roasted.”
Crash.
The wine glass shattered onto the floor. Champagne splashed across Sako’s shoes.
He leaned heavily on the console, as if aged ten years in an instant.
“Scallion-braised…”
He had really done it.
Without activating the stadium soundwave array, from over a thousand kilometers away, he had precisely vaporized thirteen people.
“He’s demonstrating.”
The chief analyst fell to his knees, tears and mucus streaming down his face.
“Commander, this is a higher-dimensional strike! He doesn’t need any medium at all! Those 20,000 empty seats were just a decoy to trick us into spending 300 million! His real killing move was already invisible from the start!”
Silence swallowed the command room whole.
They had lost—utterly and completely.
Their proud intelligence network, in front of this man, was no different from a fish on a chopping board—without even the right to struggle.
“So what now, Commander?”
The intelligence officers looked at him in terror.
Sako Marufujī clenched his teeth, a wild, trapped-beast madness flashing in his eyes.
“Activate ‘Jade Shatter’ plan.”
His voice was hoarse, like a demon crawling out of hell.
“If he doesn’t care about civilian lives, then we’ll turn the entire Beijing stadium into a true inferno. Notify ‘Deep Sea’ agents inside the East Sea Fleet—at all costs, alter the targeting coordinates of the Thunder God thermobaric missile.”
Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1.
Yu Xian was eating with grease all over his mouth.
Wild river crucian carp really was different—firm texture, sweet and fresh. Far better than those messy seafood dishes.
“Dafu, get more worms tomorrow.”
Yu Xian took a sip of fish soup.
“Wild Boar Valley is a good spot—good feng shui, dumb fish. We’ll catch some big ones tomorrow and make fish soup for your mom.”
Wang Dafu nodded repeatedly.
“Got it, Dad. I’ll leave the hydraulic fishing gear at home and just bring two bamboo rods.”
Yu Xian smiled in satisfaction.
Now this was life.
No messy conspiracies. No insane overseas phone calls.
Just then—the doorbell rang.
Li Yao hurried to open the door like she’d been pardoned.
Outside stood Sister Chen, holding an exquisitely crafted password case.
“Mr. Yu, sorry to disturb your meal.”
She bowed respectfully.
“And now what?”
Yu Xian put down his chopsticks and sighed deeply.
“The concert of Miss Wang Fei will officially begin tomorrow night.”
Sister Chen opened the case. Inside was a tailored black suit.
“This is a specially prepared VIP outfit jointly arranged by the broadcasting authorities and the military. They hope you will personally attend the Beijing stadium tomorrow night and sit in the only reserved supreme inner-seat, to witness the live debut of ‘As Desired.’”
Yu Xian’s eye twitched slightly.
Go to Beijing for a concert?
He had finally found a peaceful fishing spot in Wild Boar Valley, and now they wanted him to fly over and listen to Wang Fei screaming on stage?
“No.”
He refused immediately.
“Tell her the clothes are too tight—I can’t breathe in them. I’ll just watch the live broadcast at home.”
Sister Chen looked troubled.
“But Mr. Yu, Lieutenant Chu said the final activation button of the radar matrix must be pressed by you personally. It is the highest form of respect.”
Bang!
Yu Xian slammed the table.
“Respect my foot.”
He snapped.
“I just gave her a damn supermarket flyer. What radar matrix? If you want to listen to the concert, just listen. Stop trying to blow up the world every day. I’m not going. Whoever wants to press it, let them press it.”
Sister Chen shivered and quickly closed the case.
“Understood, Mr. Yu. You feel this level of operation no longer deserves your personal involvement.”
She pushed up her black-framed glasses, eyes glowing with fervent realization.
“Don’t worry. I will relay your exact words to Lieutenant Chu—‘whoever wants to press it, let them press it.’ This is truly transcendent delegation.”
Yu Xian closed his eyes in despair.
Just go. All of you just go away with your imagination.
As soon as she left, Yu Xian’s phone rang again.
This time, it wasn’t a call.
It was a text message.
From an unknown overseas number.
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