I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Chapter 437: [351] You will die, it is your destined fate! (4k for monthly votes and recommendations)_2

All members of the special ops team heard Liu Feng’s voice through their earpieces.

Pei Jinye quickly withdrew his gaze from the towering skyscraper that rose over a hundred floors.

Soon, Liu Feng and his group had changed into their bodyguard attire… black suits, black sunglasses, and standardized earpieces, with each person carrying their respective weapons at their waist or inside their jackets.

A cold and intimidating aura naturally emanated from them.

“Once all the elevators are shut down after the VIPs arrive…” Liu Feng said in a low voice.

Pei Jinye nodded.

He glanced at the elevators.

The elevator shutdown meant that anyone who wanted to move up or down the hundred-plus floor building would have to rely on manpower alone.

But who would dare to move freely once the Golden Eye was turned into an impenetrable fortress?

He noticed the security cameras in the corridor, almost one every three meters.

“The owner of Golden Eye is said to have been a retired general from the Military Department who helped found it, and all the security measures here are first-rate. Aside from us, the original security personnel in this building have been selected from recommended retired elite soldiers from various regional military departments,” Liu Feng whispered.

Liu Feng spoke in a low voice: “The identities of all personnel have been verified, and anyone new to the security team within the last six months has been isolated from this security operation… That’s why we’re short-handed.”

Pei Jinye nodded.

Along with two other team members, he followed Liu Feng to the VIP hall. They would soon join the guard team to protect the place.

“There are eight of us, including the security personnel and our team, divided into four groups. Old Liu and I are one group, you and Old Fang are another group, and there are a total of six exits on this floor…”

Liu Feng carefully issued his instructions.

Before long,

Pei Jinye followed the young man called Old Fang and started guarding their designated area.

“Third Rank already?” Old Fang suddenly said when they were alone.

Pei Jinye looked at him. He didn’t have a strong impression of Old Fang, only vaguely remembering that he practiced swordsmanship.

He nodded.

“Luckily,” he said.

Old Fang chuckled: “Making it to Third Rank can’t be just luck, Brother Pei is too modest.”

Speaking softly, he added: “I’ve reached Third Rank too. But I’m seven years older than you. When it comes to achievements, your future will be no less than mine. Have you thought about where you want to develop your career?”

Pei Jinye responded with a smile: “So you’re not keeping a spot for me in your special ops team?”

Old Fang was startled for a moment before smiling, “Would you join if I asked? I feel like you wouldn’t. At your age, making it to Third Rank already proves your potential. Although we can’t compare to those elites from the big cities, I still suggest you take advantage of your youth and explore a bit.”

Pei Jinye nodded: “Thanks for the advice.”

Old Fang whispered: “Liu Team has given me strict orders to protect you at all costs. If anything does happen later, hide behind me, my Talent is the Shield.”

Pei Jinye was taken aback.

He nodded and said solemnly: “I’ll rely on you then, Brother Fang.”

Old Fang grinned with a show of teeth: “Don’t mention it.”

…

As time ticked by, the quiet corridor began to fill with the sound of bustling footsteps.

The elevator had started operating.

The empty skyscraper finally began to bustle with life, offsetting the silence and solemnity of the hall.

…

The décor of Golden Eye was quite elegant, without the vulgar ostentation of new money. Instead, it was very stylish.

The pale gold lighting brightly illuminated the banquet hall on this level.

Soon, the figures of the VIPs became more numerous here. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Well-dressed men and women gathered in groups, chatting softly and occasionally breaking into light laughter while waiters carrying champagne navigated through the crowd.

Many guests raised their champagne glasses to Xu Shanwu, but he seldom drank. Coming from a distinguished family with an equally reputable mentor,

in terms of status, even the Meng Family of Storm City, known as the Eye of the Storm, would have to flatter and seek to establish ties with him.

In the crowd, a black-haired boy in a black suit seemed out of place, just fifteen or sixteen years old.

Standing alone and still, he wore sunglasses and stayed quietly behind his father, head bowed, seemingly disinterested in others around him.

Many passersby noticed him, but those who knew who he was didn’t dare to approach, steering clear instead.

“Who is he?” someone in the crowd whispered.

“That’s Meng Tong, the young master of the Meng Family.”

“Ah, that’s him… I wonder why the Meng Family brought him along. Bad omen.”

“Why say it’s a bad omen?”

“It’s rumored… he can see death.”

“…”

After being nudged by his father, the black-haired Meng Tong finally reacted and stepped forward, following his father to Xu Shanwu, who introduced him politely:

“This is my youngest son, Meng Tong.”

Xu Shanwu looked over upon hearing these words, showing no dissatisfaction with Meng Tong’s sunglasses.

On the contrary.

He wore a rare warm smile: “Meng Tong, I’ve heard that name. At thirteen, you awakened to the Transcendent, breaking the record for the youngest to do so in Central State, and with S-level Potential, no less.”

He extended his hand to shake with Meng Tong.

Meng Tong’s father hastily nudged his son, who mechanically lifted his hand. However, as soon as he gripped Xu Shanwu’s hand, Meng Tong suddenly said, “I can sense the aura of death. This aura… it comes from you.”

With those words spoken, Xu Shanwu’s expression instantly changed.