Chapter 00089: Now It's My Turn
# Now It's My Turn
Chapter 89
Novel: After the Myth
Chapter 89: Now It's My Turn
After Ding Huan got into the car, Lao Liu, who had been waiting inside, didn’t see Nian Jinqing return but didn’t seem to care.
In Lao Liu’s eyes, someone like Nian Jinqing wasn’t even worth considering—less than an ant.
"Lao Liu, I need to go to the Human Corridor Defense Line. I have two friends there who might be in trouble, so the trip to Kunlun Mountain will have to wait. Are you coming with me, or will you stay here?" Ding Huan asked, looking at Lao Liu.
Lao Liu immediately shook his head, clearly not interested in following Ding Huan to the Human Corridor Defense Line.
What a joke! Did Lao Liu have that much free time? He barely had enough time to cultivate as it was.
Besides, with his current strength, going to the Human Corridor Defense Line would be like walking to his death.
"Then do you want me to arrange a place for you to wait?" Ding Huan asked.
Lao Liu shook his head again.
He had plenty of places to survive on his own.
"In that case, wait here for me. When I come back, I’ll stop by Nian Jinqing’s place. If I can’t find you, I’ll just head to Kunlun Mountain alone," Ding Huan said.
Lao Liu nodded, clearly fine with this arrangement.
"Alright, remember not to wander around. Right now, there are people everywhere hunting gene beasts. If you get killed, you’ll just have to accept your bad luck," Ding Huan said, patting Lao Liu on the head before driving him to the villa area where Nian Jinqing lived.
Nian Jinqing had chosen a secluded spot to live, away from disturbances.
Ding Huan believed that with Lao Liu’s cunning, he wouldn’t be easily discovered there.
After dropping off Lao Liu, Ding Huan headed to the Safety Bureau.
He couldn’t fly yet, nor could he control a flying sword.
If he wanted to get to the Human Corridor Defense Line, he’d have to rely on the Safety Bureau.
...
The Puhai Safety Bureau was located near Sifang Port by the sea.
Since this area was close to two seas, the Safety Bureau could provide immediate support if any sea beasts attacked.
Ding Huan parked his car and walked to the entrance of the Safety Bureau, which was unusually quiet.
"Who are you looking for?" a guard asked, eyeing Ding Huan with suspicion.
The guard recognized Ding Huan’s car—it belonged to Nian Jinqing from the Beast King Association.
Since Nian Jinqing wasn’t with him, it meant Ding Huan was here on Nian Jinqing’s behalf.
"I’m looking for the Safety Bureau Director... My name is Ding Huan," Ding Huan said with a smile.
The guard snorted but then froze when he heard the name "Ding Huan."
He looked at Ding Huan in surprise.
"You’re Professor Ding from Yujiang University? The mentor of Qu Yi and Fang Chong?"
"That’s me," Ding Huan nodded.
"Please wait a moment..."
The guard immediately picked up the phone.
Within minutes, an elderly man hurried out.
He looked at Ding Huan with excitement.
"Are you Professor Ding Huan?"
Ding Huan nodded.
"Yes, and you are?"
"I’m Zhu Qinqiang, the former director of the Puhai Safety Bureau. Our current director, Zong Han, is severely injured. The gene team leader, Wan Hua, is dead. The operations team supervisor, Wang Qiusheng, is dead. The criminal investigation captain, He Hu, is also dead. The Puhai Safety Bureau is empty. I’m just an old man holding the fort."
Zhu Qinqiang’s tone was calm, but Ding Huan could hear a sense of determination in his voice.
Zhu Qinqiang was ready to die at any moment.
As long as one person in the Safety Bureau was alive, they would fight for China.
Sure enough, Zhu Qinqiang continued, "Professor Ding, you’re here because you want to go to the Human Corridor Defense Line to look for your students, right? Take me with you. I may be old, but I can still kill a few beasts."
Ding Huan shook his head.
"I’m here to borrow the Safety Bureau’s resources to fly to the Human Corridor Defense Line. You should stay here and hold the fort. There’s no need for you to come with me."
Zhu Qinqiang’s voice grew more emotional.
"Ding Huan, I’m still the director of the Safety Bureau. If you’re going, I can pilot the plane for you. Our current director’s fate is unknown. The supervisor is dead, the team leader is dead, the captain is dead. Now it’s my turn, this old man’s turn. You have to let me go with you."
Zhu Qinqiang had long wanted to go to the Human Corridor Defense Line, but he had no reason to.
Ding Huan had trained several powerful students, and his strength was more than enough for the frontlines.
Moreover, Ding Huan was going to look for students who had contributed to humanity, which gave him the right to apply for a frontline mission.
Ding Huan felt a surge of emotion and respect.
Compared to the selfishness of the Gene Alliance, the Safety Bureau was the true guardian.
He looked at Zhu Qinqiang and said slowly, "Old Director, as you said, my students may have already died or gone missing on the Human Corridor Defense Line. Now it’s my turn as their teacher. If the time comes when you’re needed, I’m sure you’ll step up without hesitation. But for now, we younger ones are still here."
"This time, you won’t be able to get a passenger plane to the Human Corridor Defense Line. You’ll have to take our Safety Bureau’s fighter jet. It’s a single-engine CY03 fighter, so I’ll have to be the one to take you there," Zhu Qinqiang said with a grin.
"Old Director, I can fly that fighter jet," a Safety Bureau officer who had just arrived quickly interjected.
"Don’t interrupt," Zhu Qinqiang glared, and the officer immediately shut his mouth.
Ding Huan smiled.
"Old Director, I actually can fly it."
Ding Huan had never flown this particular fighter jet, but during his years on the Changyi Continent, when his cultivation progress stalled, he had spent a lot of time studying various fighter jets.
In the end, he had chosen the Five-Star fighter for its speed and combat capabilities.
So Ding Huan was confident that as long as he sat in the cockpit, he could fly this plane.
"If you don’t let me go, I won’t lend you the plane," Zhu Qinqiang said sternly, his tone turning cold.
"In that case, forget it," Ding Huan turned to leave.
He had thought of an alternative—he could go to Qianluo Mountain and find the Great Desolate Golden Ape, then get a flying beast to take him there.
"Wait, Professor Ding, you really can’t take me?" Zhu Qinqiang called out as Ding Huan turned to leave.
Ding Huan stopped and looked at Zhu Qinqiang without saying a word.
"Fine, fine, you win. If you can fly it, then go ahead. But do me a favor—look for Qi Tong from the Safety Bureau. He went missing after the Human Corridor Defense Line was breached."
There was a hint of desperation in Zhu Qinqiang’s voice.
"Qi Tong? What’s his position in the Safety Bureau?" Ding Huan asked curiously.
"He’s not an official. He’s the future of our Safety Bureau. He went with Zong Han and fused with a lightning-type gene..."
"Is it the Shien’ai gene developed by West Wind Gene Company?" Ding Huan immediately asked.
"Pah! The Shien’ai gene is nothing. This is something our Safety Bureau developed ourselves. Qi Tong is the only one who successfully fused with it. In just a month, he became a second-level gene cultivator. He can release lightning arcs to attack. He insisted on going with Zong Han to the Human Corridor Defense Line and went missing after the defense line was breached," Zhu Qinqiang explained.
"Alright, if I find him, I’ll bring him back," Ding Huan agreed.
Since he was borrowing their plane, this small favor was nothing.
...
Zhu Qinqiang was efficient.
Once he agreed to Ding Huan’s request, he didn’t waste any time.
In just twenty minutes, all the necessary procedures were completed, and Ding Huan was seated in the plane.
It was a single-engine fighter jet, and flying it wasn’t difficult.
With the manual beside him, Ding Huan didn’t even need to read it—his divine sense scanned it, and he understood the basics.
Seeing Ding Huan actually start the plane and take off into the sky within two minutes, Zhu Qinqiang sighed.
He understood Ding Huan’s feelings—they were the same as his own.
He couldn’t allow all the members of the Safety Bureau to die while he, Zhu Qinqiang, stayed behind.
Unfortunately, Ding Huan didn’t want to take him along.
Ding Huan quickly familiarized himself with the CY03 fighter jet.
Its main advantage seemed to be its speed.
The space was small, and it didn’t carry much ammunition.
Due to the rushed application, the plane wasn’t even equipped with weapons, let alone loaded with ammunition.
Ding Huan didn’t mind.
As long as he could reach the Human Corridor Defense Line, that was enough.
Soon, Ding Huan pushed the plane to its maximum speed.
He was pleased to find that his divine sense could still clearly observe the outside of the plane.
With his divine sense covering the exterior, Ding Huan wasn’t afraid of any flying beasts approaching.
If any dared to get close, he’d send a few wind blades their way.
Wait a minute, Ding Huan suddenly realized a problem.
His wind blade technique, while enhanced by his divine sense, still relied on his true energy for its killing power.
If he was inside the cockpit, wouldn’t the wind blades be blocked by the cockpit?
Realizing this, Ding Huan’s mood soured.
It seemed he’d have to create a new technique—one that used only divine sense to form wind blades, without needing true energy.
The first thing that came to Ding Huan’s mind was the Two-Tailed One-Eyed Fox, a beast known for its powerful mental attacks.
Yes, this was a beast.
The One-Eyed Fox could attack an enemy’s mind from thirty meters away using its mental power.
On the Changyi Continent, the Two-Tailed One-Eyed Fox was incredibly valuable because its skill gene was something everyone wanted.
Ding Huan sighed.
This was Earth, and Earth probably didn’t have such beasts.
Even if it did, he probably couldn’t defeat one right now.
For now, Ding Huan could only increase the plane’s speed.
As long as he was fast enough, the flying beasts wouldn’t be able to intercept him.
The single-engine fighter jet didn’t disappoint in terms of speed.
In less than four hours, Ding Huan had the plane descending.
The ground was teeming with beasts, but Ding Huan didn’t care.
He simply controlled the fighter jet to press forward.
Once he landed, he had plenty of ways to deal with these low-level beasts.
This fighter jet might malfunction from killing too many beasts, but it wouldn’t suffer engine failure.
(End of Chapter)