Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1602: Chapter 62: Mysteries

Hastings is back!

This news quickly spread among the upper echelons of the Feiyang Republic.

Those who had been frequently appearing on television news just days ago began to conceal their presence. People who used to walk with an air of confidence became cautious. At gatherings, murmuring groups lowered their voices, occasionally exchanging glances. In government or military meetings, there was more silence and caution.

Government officials, military generals, company owners, chairmen of financial groups... everyone suppressed their restless inner demons and observantly watched the direction of the wind.

They knew that regardless of which side they stood on, jumping out at this moment was not a good idea.

The route from Chuckna to the Feiyang Republic does not pass through a warzone. Therefore, Hastings chose an openly legitimate route, traveling on the President Ship of Chuckna, under the escort of an entire A-class fleet, heading towards Feiyang.

Not to mention the kind of power needed to attack an A-class fleet, just the fact that Hastings exposed his itinerary in broad daylight already quelled most dark intentions people had.

He was the Military God who had controlled this country for thirty years. In the entire Feiyang, millions of military personnel were his supporters, admirers, and followers.

One can imagine, when a once-doubted Military God returns in the backdrop of the great victory at Resk, how many Feiyang patrol warships from military districts along the way would automatically join the Guard Fleet.

No one could make a move in such circumstances. Even those who loathe Hastings could only watch helplessly as this king slowly approached Hydefield. All arguments and clamor vanished without a trace at this moment.

In the Punk District of Hydefield City, there is a primeval forest over three kilometers long and wide. Although winter is coming to an end, patches of snow can still be seen scattered among the black soil and fallen leaves in the forest.

From Alkalek Street heading west, turning onto a small path five hundred meters from the south gate of ABC Central Park, one can reach a luxurious private club nestled in the forest.

The club is not open to the public. Ordinary people would be stopped five hundred meters away by security personnel dressed in black uniforms. Besides these security personnel scattered along the paths and in the forest, one could occasionally see some police officers chatting and smoking with the security, and even soldiers in Mechas.

The life of ordinary people is too far removed from this club. It’s not a distance of five hundred meters but a chasm of identity and wealth.

No one knows who goes in and out of the club, nor what is inside. People at most could occasionally see luxury cars driving onto the path from the street.

The bulletproof car windows were always closed. It was a world they could not touch.

In the luxurious suite of the club, smoke curled in the air. High-ranking officials dressed in tailor-made outfits, holding the most expensive wines and smoking the richest cigars, gathered in small groups, either sitting or standing, speaking in low tones.

The room’s decorations were extremely luxurious. Handmade wool carpets were thick and soft. The spacious and comfortable high-back sofas glowed with a leathery sheen under the crystal lights. The walls were wrapped in sound-absorbing and fireproof materials, so even crashing into them wouldn’t cause injury. Even the doors, window sills, and decorative lines in the room were made of the most expensive Knevel Sandalwood.

However, these things had become commonplace to those present. Even the antiques worth millions on the display shelves didn’t attract a second glance from those in conversation.

Everyone’s expressions were not pleasant, filled with anxiety, worry, and gloom... They spoke rapidly, appearing somewhat agitated, even slightly furious.

When the door was pushed open, and the crisp sound of high heels echoed from the corridor, everyone’s gaze in the room turned to the door.

Two young female officers, identical twins dressed in Feiyang officer uniforms, appeared at the door. Then, Barbara entered the room, dressed in a white embroidered gown with a cloak draped over her.

When Barbara, with the help of the twin sisters, removed her cloak to reveal the tightly wrapped embroidered gown, the sound of swallowing almost simultaneously filled the room. The men’s gazes became heated.

Barbara’s beauty was a kind of enchanting beauty. No other woman could merge maturity, nobility, and seductive charm together as perfectly as she did.

Her skin was smooth and fair, her voluptuous chest and hips were round and soft. Her body displayed a visually subtle and harmonious S-shape, making anyone who saw her want to touch, caress, and flirt with her.

She always managed to evoke the most primal desires in men, with every smile and gesture.

When men looked at her for the first time, their thoughts naturally drifted towards a soft bed, imagining her being stripped like a lamb, swaying her slender waist and voluptuous hips in a myriad of enticing manners.

She was a natural-born enchantress!

After a momentary loss of composure, the men in the room barely managed to shift their gazes. Although those qualified to enter this room possessed unimaginable wealth or power, in front of Barbara, they were nothing.

Among them, only a few could barely be considered equal partners in name, while most others were simply members of the faction led by Barbara.