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Since his opponent's backup plan was now completely clear to him, it was better than a threat that was completely unknown—such a cunning opponent was most unsettling when he made no move.
It seems that the previous online controversy was just a feint to deceive people; its real killer move has been buried beneath this shimmering golden sand all along.
Li Pu looked towards the distant, inky black horizon, and made up his mind:
This 'golden beach,' camouflaged by sunlight, is precisely the resurrection cradle that the dragon corpse meticulously crafted for itself.
Moreover, since it's blue-level intelligence, it means... he can steal it too!
Wait a minute! Something's not right!
What was written in the Blue Intelligence report, wasn't it originally mine anyway?!
Moreover, although the exploration progress of this unclaimed divine realm where "you can't leave without doing XX" is only 3%, it will eventually be my territory!
What gives this old dragon the right to dig up my things on my territory?
Go against Tiangang!
Ah, if that's the case—
Bring it to you!!!
The remains of a former dragon sound a bit mystical...
But who cares what kind of nonsense it is?
If you can take something by chance, don't be polite; if you really can't get it, then just blow it up!
In any case, we absolutely cannot let that old monster have his way!
The general direction of this operation has been established.
Li Pu then looked at the fourth piece of information.
A message has arrived from the scorched earth that was once a sea of flowers…
[Purple! Rank B. You had close contact with Han Zhuli yesterday and obtained new information—]
Due to the pact between the 'Immortal' dragon corpse and the 'Lord of Pleasure',
Han Zhuli, who guards the underground project, uses a sealed artifact to initiate the "Pleasure Gambling Game."
During the duration of the gambling game, one can freely open portals inside and outside the Immortal Realm using the divine power of 'Pleasure'.
A glint suddenly appeared in young Li Pu's eyes.
The east side is dark! The west side is bright!
Here comes the person who will open the door!
The next plan became instantly clear—
He secretly infiltrated the underground slave labor camp.
While searching for Han Zhuli, I'll also steal a little something!
Take that "dragon's remains" with Mao!
If the fuzz doesn't fall out, it'll ruin everything!
Finally... naturally, we'll have to trouble "Street Fighter's Number One Jade Feet" delinquent boss Han Zhuli to open a portal for her little brother~
As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed; no, it means making the most of everything.
Clear thinking, well-thought-out plan!
So happily decided!
He didn't want to miss a single one of the remaining four "scandalous secrets".
[Pink Rank B. You had intimate contact with Han Zhuli yesterday, and have obtained a new 'scandalous secret'—]
The sharpest part of a weapon is also its softest part.
The Achilles' heel of the wicked Han Zhuli lies in her seemingly indestructible, delicate pink feet.
Li Pu raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding dawning on him.
Sure enough, her weakness is exactly the same as that of Ada Wong and Black Lily, those two long-legged beauties.
As a "veteran little horse" with rich experience in "pulling a big cart with a small horse".
He couldn't help but mentally summarize a set of "weakness maps" to deal with these "big vehicles" with different attributes, and he had to be sure to prescribe the right medicine for the right disease.
Ada Wong, Black Lily, and Han Zhuli together proved the saying "long legs but weak feet";
The White Queen and Chun-Li perfectly illustrate the principle of "full hips and weak chrysanthemum";
As for the claim of "cold face and weak throat," there is currently only one case of the White Queen to corroborate this, which is not enough to form a definitive conclusion.
Thinking of this, Li Pu secretly made a mental note: he should try to get close to Ada Wong and Black Lily, those two aloof and expressionless women, when he has the chance.
The next moment, a thought suddenly struck him. He turned his head to look at Jerusalem, the seemingly perfect "hexagonal warrior" beside him, and blurted out, almost as if possessed:
"By the way, Tifa, what part of your body are you most afraid of being touched?"
Tifa paused abruptly, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly like the wings of a startled butterfly: "...Huh?"
Li Pu snapped out of his daze, coughed lightly, grabbed Tifa's hand, and left.
"It's nothing! Come on, I know how to get out."
—Damn it, there's definitely something wrong with this beach at night!
If I stay any longer, I might say something even more stupid.
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Five hundred meters underground.
Everything that Golden Beach once had—sunshine, sand, sea breeze—has been completely cut off, and it is now a completely different world.
The mine carts creaked and scraped along the makeshift tracks, carrying heavy loads of ore, slowly making their way into the deeper darkness.
With each step forward, another facet of this vast underground space slowly emerges in the dim light.
The humid, sultry air, carrying the smells of sweat and rust, pressed down heavily.
A few miners' lamps hung sparsely on the rock face, their shades stained with oil, barely casting murky circles of light in the thick darkness.
Beneath the light, shadowy figures moved about.
Countless ragged, hunched figures were mechanically wielding heavy picks and shovels.
Ding-dong
Ding-dong
The pickaxe didn't make a crisp, crackling sound when it fell; instead, it made a dull, sticky chiseling noise.
It gives the impression that they are not striking rocks, but rather striking their own weary souls, one blow after another, as if there is no end in sight.
No human voices could be heard here, only the dull thud of metal striking rock, the clatter of chains dragging, and heavy, suppressed breathing, all blending into a chaotic wave of sound that echoed repeatedly in the enormous cave.
There is no day or night here, only the unchanging rock formations overhead and the ceaseless sound of hammering.
The slaves didn't know what they were digging or building; they only knew they couldn't stop...
The mine cart did not stop; it continued to glide smoothly deeper into the tunnel, still fully loaded with ore.
Wherever it passed, the working figures there didn't even have the strength to look up, they just kept doing the same thing...
Ahead, the darkness deepened, almost swallowing the last glimmer of light at the end of the track.
"Let's go! Get off the bus!"
With a low shout, the heavy tarpaulin covering the top of the mine cart was suddenly ripped off!
Two figures—
One large and one small—like raccoons blending into the night—lightly leaped off the still-speeding minecart and landed steadily on the damp, rocky ground.
The dim light flashed by, revealing that the two men were already covered in coal dust, with only the whites of their eyes and the occasional glimpse of their teeth retaining a trace of their original color.
Once Tifa stood still, her first instinct was to brush the coal dust off her clothes, but the stains had already soaked through, and it was all in vain…
This beautiful swimsuit and headdress have been completely blackened by coal dust!
Even with all her gentleness and understanding, Tifa couldn't take it anymore!
She raised her face, her beautiful peach blossom eyes, still bright even in the dim light, now filled with disdain as she glared at the equally disheveled young man, Li Pu, beside her. Her voice was low and laced with a hint of gritted teeth:
"You'd better explain why we came to a place like this in the first place!"
Who would dig all the way underground to find an exit?
This kid had a sudden inspiration, and it was all crooked tricks!
Li Pu, however, seemed oblivious to the "black pearl" about to explode behind him.
He scanned the dimly lit passageway warily, then turned to her and gestured for her to be quiet. His voice was extremely soft, yet carried a certainty that made Tifa grit her teeth:
"Trust me, you'll definitely get out."
However, after noticing that Tifa, with her resilient personality, was showing such a delicate and feminine side...
Li Pu paused, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, barely visible even in the dim light, and said like a little devil:
"Your Highness, the Delicate Lord Jerusalem~"
"I'll personally rub your back as an apology after we get out, okay?"
Tifa pouted her cherry lips, which were covered in chocolate powder, and gave him a quick, decisive eye roll, refusing him without hesitation: "No need."
Before she finished speaking, she had already decisively bent down and, using the shadows of the rock wall and the mine cart as cover, crept forward.
Her 32D bell-shaped breasts, seemingly "mixed with chocolate," swayed heavily and rhythmically with her cautious cat-like steps, outlining near-perfect geometric patterns in the dim light...
Li Pu glanced back and saw it, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Despite the dim lighting, Tifa's revealing swimsuit, even with chocolate powder mixed in, was still incredibly eye-catching.
As expected of a top-tier fighter, his body control during stealth maneuvers exudes a unique coordination and symmetry.
He suddenly remembered that Emma had once jokingly said that if Tifa didn't participate in the "cleaner test," she would probably end up being dismantled into a "top-tier human specimen" by those crazy collectors, and her limbs would be sold to high-end fighters of different styles to replace them...
Thinking of this, Li Pu subconsciously smacked his lips.
This is probably not a joke, but a fairly professional market assessment.
What a waste of resources...
Tifa frowned, alertly reaching out to wipe her face, leaving deeper black and gray marks on her fingertips.
"What are you staring at me for?"
"It's nothing, just stay close to me." Li Pu, having had a good look around, turned back and continued leading the way.
The two quickly slipped away from the noisy transport tunnel and moved forward, hugging the shadows of the rough rock walls.
Sometimes he would suddenly pull Tifa down to squat, avoiding a group of slaves dragging ore with vacant eyes; other times he would use a pile of abandoned minecarts as cover, waiting for the overseer's footsteps to fade into the distance.
After several turns, the rough excavation marks gradually decreased, replaced by clearly planned cement walls and orderly passageways.
They slipped into a silent steel corridor, a world apart from the chaotic and filthy mine tunnels behind them.
The metal walls gleamed coldly, and neat rows of lights shone overhead. The stench of sweat and dust in the air had also lessened considerably.
Tifa followed closely behind the nimble figure, navigating the intricate steel corridors. Finally, she couldn't resist tugging at his hand and asking in a low voice:
"You...you've been here before, haven't you? How come you seem to know this place so well?"
Upon hearing this, Li Pu did not stop walking. He simply turned his head and grinned, glancing at the "Jerusalem" behind him, whose beauty was still undeniable even in the dim light.
He was obviously unfamiliar with this godforsaken place.
But he was all too familiar with Han Zhuli's—or more accurately, with the "country-stealing" tactics of the Xi Ba gang.
In such a place, Xi Ba, who holds a high position and values extravagance, would never treat himself poorly.
That kind of inherent sense of hierarchy, that kind of attitude that makes people feel superior even if they were born a day earlier than others, means they would never compromise themselves anywhere.
Even if she is passionate about chaos and violence, as the "queen" of this construction site, her inherent "shiba" mentality will never allow her to compromise on her quality of life.
With her impeccable background, Han Zhuli, a member of the "Big West Eight," will definitely create the most comfortable, well-equipped, and prestigious home for herself!