Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1621: Chapter 74: Devil’s Paradise

As the sun dipped below the mountain peak in a white haze of winter, leaving the bustling city bathed in the day’s final glow, Hydefield City succumbed to an unexpected silence. It was as though a group of jovial friends had chosen, in unison, to become quiet as a party neared its conclusion.

At this time, in the sky above the city, air trains bound for the satellite city traveled back and forth on suspended tracks. On the streets, people who had worked all day drove their flying cars, merging into the flowing traffic. On the sidewalks, people proceeded in silence, the crowd gradually thinning, dispersing into Space City and residential areas to disappear from sight.

As the city grew quieter, the night grew darker.

The day’s energy was completely exhausted, and those returning home late sat in empty dazes as scenery flashed by outside their train, subway, or bus window, or they took out digital devices to read war news or novels. More often, with eyes closed, people shortened their distance to home in a half-dream state.

As warm lights flickered on in the windows of countless buildings, and the flow of speeding cars and trains turned into a river of light, few knew that the young elite living at the top of this nation had become restless because of a phone call.

Margaret’s call was like an invisible shockwave that instantaneously swept through the young elite circle of Feiyang Republic’s upper society.

In the Staff Department of a military base, a refined young Vice Admiral set down the phone and directly requested leave from his superior. Before the astonished superior could nod in approval, the Vice Admiral, deemed the perfect partner candidate by all female secretaries and aides, charged out of the room.

In a government agency’s meeting room, a usually languid young man made a rare show of seriousness, listening attentively to a volley of statements from negotiation opponents. Upon receiving a call from his secretary, he casually tossed a document before the bewildered crowd, leaving two options: become enemies or stop wasting time and sign! He then rose to leave.

In a Mecha Fighting training arena, a tall and voluptuous woman piloted a Training Mecha, sprinting back and forth within the massive venue. Every time the Mecha passed a test zone, it executed a set of attack or evasion maneuvers. In the arena’s transparent data room, scores of researchers watched the data instruments intently, occasionally erupting in cheers.

At this moment, a young researcher with ordinary looks, wearing old-fashioned glasses and sporting prominent front teeth, received a call and mischievously pressed the stop button on the data platform, immediately rising to leave!

A record about to be born was forcibly terminated.

The researchers were left dumbfounded, unable to comprehend why this unknown researcher had taken issue with the rampaging she-dinosaur.

Twenty seconds later, as the woman clad in sensuous, tight leather stormed into the data room in fury, she suddenly received a text message, paused for a moment, then silently turned and left, leaving a group of researchers wiping their sweat, grateful for escaping calamity.

In a secret, elite club, a muscular young man with an eternally icy expression stormed into a crowd dressed in the same training attire. Like a panther leaping into a Wolf Pack, each punch and spinning kick sent someone flying like a broken kite.

In the luxurious lounge separated by a large glass window from the training room, a cultured young man with a constant sly smile on his lips embraced a beautiful girl, gesturing toward the training room with disdain. Nearby, two men and one woman, dressed elegantly, roared with laughter.

When the petite girl among them received a call, she suddenly tossed aside her cards, yanked the sly-smiling young man, and kicked open the training room’s door. Within ten minutes, several top-tier flying cars streaked like lightning out of the club’s entrance, thundering along the winding mountain roads.

The same scene unfolded almost simultaneously in every corner of Hydefield. These young people who lurked like sharks in the depths, invisible to ordinary people, surfaced excitedly, as though sensing the scent of blood.

They were different ages, held different identities, and possessed varied personalities, temperaments, and appearances. They also bore different surnames.

Among them, some were friends, brothers, even life-and-death companions, while others were enemies, rivals, and even mortal foes.

Yet at this moment, they all dropped whatever they were holding and converged from all directions on one spot....

Because Margaret was back.

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Margaret had always been a special presence in the young elite circles of Feiyang’s upper society.

Few could clearly articulate just how many admirers, pursuers, and envier this girl, boasting startling beauty and an unparalleled flair for military strategy, truly had.

One facet of her was as pure as a little girl, while another was as temptingly devilish. Countless promising young men sought to become close to the future heir of the Hastings family; countless young women seethed with envy and resentment over the divine favor she seemed destined to receive.