"How is the situation?"
Shen City Party Secretary Zhao Gang, his expression imposing yet dignified, sat on the sofa, his face serious. His bathrobe was slightly disheveled, and between his two rather muscular thighs—incongruous with his status and age—a dark, erect penis lay like a lurking beast.
Below the glans, a trace of milky fluid clung to the veins, wet and glistening, as if just pulled from a wet, tight place…
Hearing the voice coming from the phone, Zhao Gang's brows furrowed slightly. After a moment, he looked intently at Luo Shaowen beside him.
"A riot, suspected to be a terrorist attack, has just occurred in the city center?"
Luo Shaowen chuckled and said, "Those rioters didn't even choose a good time, disturbing Secretary Zhao—they deserve to die."
"The Central Committee wants me to maintain the status quo," Zhao Gang said in a deep voice, without responding directly.
Luo Shaowen pulled out a plump cigar, leisurely trimmed it, and with a flick of his wrist, the cigar spontaneously combusted, producing a cloud of smoke.
Zhao Gang's eyelids twitched.
"What the Central Committee wants is its business. What I want to know is, Secretary Zhao, what do you want?"
"What can you give me?" Zhao Gang's expression remained hardened. His secretary had just called to inform him of a "riot" in downtown Shen City, and connected this to Luo Shaowen's invitation tonight...
These two events had already given Zhao Gang a clue.
Although Shen City was occupied by various supernatural forces both domestically and internationally, strategically, it had long been abandoned by the Central Committee, and a complete reshuffling of power was possible should war break out.
It could instantly become a battlefield, and even nuclear strikes were not out of the question.
As a long-time hardliner, his appointment as Secretary of Shen City clearly reflected the Central Committee's intentions.
Even though Luo Shaowen restored his youthful vitality and brought him long-lost joy,
Who was Zhao Gang?
In a fit of anger, he once ordered the Southern Military Region to send troops to punish Annam, staging an armed demonstration across the border.
If the Annamese hadn't ultimately dared not wage war against their former big brother again, perhaps the largest war in the history of the Republic would have broken out under his command.
But regardless, this was still a violation of the central government's orders. Otherwise, given the influence of his Zhao family in Beijing, why would he have been transferred back from the mountainous region of Guizhou at nearly seventy years old to serve as the secretary of Shen City?
Luo Shaowen took a puff of his cigar, concealing his face in the rising smoke, and suddenly said, "Secretary Zhao, do you know where humanity's true evolutionary direction lies?"
Zhao Gang remained silent. Luo Shaowen, still behind the smoke, continued, "It's within ourselves. Only when humanity can adapt to extreme environments like space, the ocean, and underground, without external assistance, can we achieve true transcendence and evolution."
Zhao Gang's expression shifted.
Luo Shaowen said, "Ancient books record many immortals, who ascended to heaven and descended to earth; this isn't entirely fictional."
"They were once extraordinary beings. In other words, the 'immortals' and 'gods' of the past were merely extraordinary beings."
"But you could also say that extraordinary beings are immortals and gods."
"Even before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were such people. If the Jiang family hadn't relied on their ability to exorcise spirits and demons, how could they have survived the chaos of the pre-1949 era and prospered to this day?"
"What are you trying to say?" Zhao Gang finally couldn't hold back any longer.
Luo Shaowen chuckled, "I mean, those with extraordinary abilities truly represent the future of human evolution."
"And I, possessing the power of a carp leaping over the dragon gate, like a divine messenger, guide people to heaven."
"Since I can temporarily restore your youthful vitality, I can also truly free you from this aging body."
"Become a person with extraordinary abilities?"
Luo Shaowen simply chuckled. He believed this offer was enough to entice Zhao Gang; only the final push was needed.
Zhao Gang fell into deep thought. The beliefs he held dear in his youth clashed fiercely with the temptation. Time ticked by. When Luo Shaowen had smoked half his cigar, he suddenly said, seemingly casually:
"Since those with extraordinary abilities are like immortals and gods, they can naturally live for hundreds of years, just like them."
Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow. Since their emergence, those with extraordinary abilities had attracted countless eyes, and many had thoroughly studied them.
"Extraordinary individuals, aside from their inexplicable abilities, have the same cellular metabolism as humans, making immortality impossible."
Therefore, Zhao Gang could almost conclude that Luo Shaowen was lying; however, the miracle that had happened to him was undeniable, not to mention that Luo Shaowen, sitting opposite him, seemed to possess extraordinary power beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Finally, Zhao Gang's expression relaxed slightly, and he sighed, "Then... let me see some more."
Luo Shaowen chuckled, "You'll be satisfied."
"And this matter, let me handle it." Luo Shaowen's smile remained unchanged.
"I can guarantee that things will be resolved perfectly, without disturbing Secretary Zhao's enjoyment any further."
Zhao Gang's expression changed slightly, because he suddenly realized that his loyal secretary, who had followed him for many years, seemed to have not sent any messages for a long time.
He was momentarily puzzled, but then, as Luo Shaowen clapped his hands lightly, his thoughts began to wander.
The door opened slightly, and a group of stunningly beautiful young women, clad in sheer fabrics, alluring uniforms, or long-legged heels, filed in.
Each one was incredibly beautiful, with exquisite figures, their breasts partially exposed, their legs captivating. Their expressions held a hint of shyness, yet they displayed their beautiful bodies without any restraint, as if accustomed to the lewd gazes of men.
"This is…?" Zhao Gang asked, withdrawing his gaze.
Luo Shaowen said, "Secretary Zhao, do you remember the major kidnapping case of young girls that occurred in Shen City four years ago?"
Zhao Gang pondered. Although he wasn't the secretary of Shen City at the time, he knew about the case. It wasn't an ordinary case; it involved Charles, one of the seven deadly sins, a strategically powerful superhuman entrenched in Shen City.
Even the birth of the "Martial God," traced back to its trigger, was related to this incident…