Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 33

In a dimly lit room.

A man in a suit and white gloves had just finished eating and put down his knife and fork.

“Hmm… I feel a sense of muscular fatigue, and a slight hint of disinfectant.”

“What a selfless angel in white.”

“Your beautiful spirit truly moves me.”

“And for this inspiration—”

Beep beep beep!

The phone rang.

The man’s operatic monologue was interrupted, and his face instantly showed displeasure.

He lowered his head and said to the mutilated Corpse under the dining table:

“I apologize, there are always some rude people who like to interrupt our meal.”

“It’s just like life, full of surprises and helplessness.”

He opened his phone.

A line of small text appeared.

The man read it and smiled with an understanding expression.

“You want me to personally intervene? Alright, I suppose, especially since I just received news that my deputy is dead.”

“Three Assassins have died consecutively, which means the opponent is not an ordinary middle school student.”

“I can act.”

“So, what will you pay for my intervention?”

Another line of small text appeared on the phone screen:

“A girl. Her photo will be sent to you immediately.”

A girl…

The man chuckled again, teasing in a lighthearted and playful tone:

“Your sister cares about you, and you put your sister online—”

“Tsk tsk, some girls, they think they can cross classes, but they don’t know they’ve already been thrown onto my dinner plate.”

“But I must state one thing, I don’t pick up garbage, you should know my aesthetic standard is—”

Zhao Yibing’s photo appeared on the screen.

The words in the man’s mouth failed him.

He held his breath.

After a long while.

He held up his phone high, his gaze fixed on Zhao Yibing on the screen, like a pilgrimage, letting the phone’s light illuminate his face.

“What a beautiful and pure lamb.”

His voice was sincere, even with a hint of a choked sob:

“Believe me, just by looking at you, I can already smell that tender and youthful scent on you.”

“To have arranged such a wonderful encounter.”

“This truly moves me, I will personally kill that boy… When can she come?”

Another line of small text appeared on the phone.

The man glanced at it, put down his phone, pushed the dinner plate aside, and elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

He suddenly stepped on the Corpse on the floor and said in a disdainful yet formal tone:

“Remember, I will not eat you again—”

“My heart, my soul, my taste buds will all linger for that young girl, and my stomach must make room for her.”

“—Our relationship is over.”

The man stood up, walked into the bathroom, took out his travel bag, and laid out his toothbrush, razor, towel, and cologne on the table.

He picked up his phone and ordered a bouquet of white roses. After a moment’s thought, he also bought a bottle of red wine and a little cumin powder.

Hesitating for a moment, he canceled the cumin powder and instead ordered two large barrels of high-quality mineral water, tangerine peel, red dates, and goji berries.

He had everything else.

Then he checked the delivery time.

The timing was just right.

Everything was perfectly arranged.

The man picked up his toothbrush contentedly, squeezed out toothpaste, and began to brush his teeth.

Now, he needed to tidy himself up, decorate the room, and use witty and humorous words to make the girl happy.

When happy, the meat would emit its most natural flavor.

Meat filled with fear and despair would become sour.

Sour…

The man frowned slightly, but his eyes grew brighter, as if he was already excited.

During the mission, a fortuitous encounter with a pure, shy, and beautiful girl.

He absolutely did not want to offend the beautiful woman.

However—

Only when she finally entered him would he know how well he had performed throughout.

This was a challenging ultimate romance.

He took a deep breath, as if once again smelling the girl’s fragrance.

This made him chuckle involuntarily.

The feeling of youthful excitement returned to his body, causing him to moan softly, making him appear energetic and charming.

He lowered his head, evenly squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush, and meticulously and gently cleaned his teeth.

For a gourmet, teeth were extremely important, and it was essential to clean off all previously lingering meat scraps.

—This was both for kissing and for tasting.

The man rinsed his mouth and tilted his head from side to side, checking in the mirror if he had grown too much stubble.

He picked up his razor, secretly planning which jokes to tell and which celebrity scandals to discuss.

If necessary, he could even pay a sum of money.

Spending money would increase the value of the food.

But it would also make him treat the food more seriously, so as not to waste it.

It was all worth it.

—In a difficult life, a chance encounter with a beautiful young girl was absolutely an unforgettable romantic event.

It was invaluable.

On the other side.

Human Martial Arts Group Building.

Top floor.

Qian Rushan chewed on a cigar, sitting behind a large desk.

A spherical object sat in the open space of the room, occasionally flashing with a faint glow.

“What is this?”

Shen Ye asked.

Qian Rushan said: “A package sent by the World United Government Department of Military Merits and Ranks. For safety, we inspected it, confirmed it was fine, and then brought it to you.”

Only then did Shen Ye understand.

Qian Rushan had received military merit rewards for the incident at the police station last time.

As the one who summoned Kunlun, since he wasn’t employed, Kunlun decided to mail him something as a reward.

At that time, he had also received a text message saying, “You made an important contribution in this battle.”

It seemed this was the reward.

“Thank you, what is it?” Shen Ye asked.

Qian Rushan didn’t answer directly but said: “First, press your finger on its surface to bind your identity, activate it, and then you’ll know what it is.”

So mysterious…

Shen Ye grumbled inwardly but still walked over, squatted down, reached out, and pressed his finger on the surface of the sphere.

Ding!

The sphere emitted a soft chime, followed by an electronic voice:

“Fingerprint matched, brainwave matched, facial features matched.”

“Identity verification passed.”

“Please say a sentence. This sentence will be your unique summoning sound, and uttering it will activate me.”

Shen Ye, thinking about Xiao Mengyu going to fight the Assassin, casually said:

“Kill one person in ten steps, travel a thousand li without leaving a trace.”

The sphere instantly unfolded, automatically assembling into a steel creation about two meters long.

Shen Ye was stunned.

—This was a streamlined black motorcycle, with large sections of bright green lines on its body, making you imagine it running like a will-o’-the-wisp in the dark.

“When I was your age, if I had a motorcycle like this, I don’t know how many girls I would have picked up,” Qian Rushan said.

“I can ride a motorcycle, but I don’t know the performance of this one,” Shen Ye said truthfully.

Qian Rushan crossed his legs and casually introduced:

“Liquid-cooled four-stroke parallel twin-cylinder engine, variable horizontal suspension, iconic ‘Angel’s Wings’ flight system, full aerospace-grade light alloy body, dual teardrop headlights, retro stainless steel exhaust, wireless super-range motor, full AI architecture, switchable automatic and manual driving, flight time up to thirty minutes.”

“It can fly?” Shen Ye said in surprise.

“Of course, but you haven’t learned to fly, so it’s best to let it auto-pilot when flying,” Qian Rushan said.

“What about gas? How is charging handled?” Shen Ye asked.

“It’s a wireless charging model. You just tell its AI, and it will find a place to charge itself. It’s linked to your personal ID, and fees are automatically deducted.”

“As for refueling—it’s basically not needed, unless you want to hear the engine roar for kicks,” Qian Rushan said.

Shen Ye walked around the motorcycle once and couldn’t help but say:

“If these green lines were red, it would be more eye-catching when running, like a blazing flame.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the color on the motorcycle changed to red.

“It can change color?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

A voice echoed from the motorcycle: “Brand new chameleon material body, intelligent color change, as you wish.”

Alright…

“Only children like this kind of thing,” Shen Ye said.

“You are a child,” Qian Rushan said, crossing his arms.

“Sigh, why would they give me something like this? I thought they would give me a cultivation method or something.”

He lightly brushed the motorcycle’s body, complaining with a touch of fondness.

“I thought so too at first,” Qian Rushan shrugged, “but it seems Kunlun also thinks your situation is very dangerous, so they got you a brand new motorcycle for easy escape.”

“This bike is fast?”

“Once the pure electric injection mode is activated, it’s like a missile—faster than you can imagine.”

Shen Ye’s heart stirred, and he said:

“Since Kunlun thinks my situation is dangerous, it must know who wants to kill me.”

Qian Rushan shook his head and said: “Even if it knows, it won’t act for such a small matter. It needs to constantly monitor the survival of human civilization—”

“Unless you demonstrate corresponding value, then it will give you a redeemable code, or from your perspective, provide you with suitable rewards.”

Shen Ye thought of Luo Feichuan, and then of Xiao Mengyu.

He wondered if she had encountered that Assassin yet.