90,000 Years of Longevity

"Assholes, that group of assholes, what qualifications do they have to speak like that? They're just a bunch of rubbish but they have the courage to evaluate our Area 51 too?"

After the gray-haired old man heard the voices of the five foreigners, his expression turned red with anger instantly.

"Sir, then should we continue to contact Sheng Bei?" The muscles at the corners of the technician's mouth twitched slightly, and he whispered.

The gray-haired old man took a deep breath.

"There was a special reason which caused my emotions to be wrong earlier. Of course, the negotiation will continue." He then turned on the microphone again.

After he cleared his throat a little, the old man continued, "To be honest, Mr. Sheng Bei, your abilities are really beyond my imagination. And of course, those are indeed what I really want to say..."

After talking about this, the white-haired old man paused a little.

"Since I have already said it, I am not going to take it back. After all, if I did that, it would seem hypocritical! As for the final outcome, I think we should meet and talk first. It's better to do this. I will arrange it right away and arrive within two hours at most. What do you think?" The white-haired old man's tone was quite polite.

"No need. It won't take long, I will personally go to Area 51, then you will have what I need." After Ye Bei heard the other party, he spoke softly.

After that, he waved his sleeve slightly.

Whoosh!

Screech…

The next second, throughout the electronic equipment in Boston, there was once again a harsh metal rubbing sound.

Countless American citizens cover their ears with their hands.

But this sound only appeared for a moment.

Immediately after, all the sound source electronic devices all gave out a hint of green smoke, emitting a burnt smell.

"Hey, hello... Mr. Sheng Bei, we can talk about it! If you want anything, we can send it directly to you..."

In Area 51, the gray-haired old man, holding the microphone, continued to shout at the microphone.

"Sir, something seems to have happened. All of the sound source electronic equipment in Boston has been physically damaged, our technology can no longer be connected to it!" The technician bit his lip and his body trembled slightly. 

The white-haired old man was surprised at once, "Physical damage?"

"Yes, sir... it's the same as man-made destruction. Moreover, all electronic equipment is damaged at the same time. In fact, this can't be done with the technology of our Area 51, because a good deal of electronic equipment has special current limitations, such as mobile phones, Bluetooth headsets, and various variable pressure sound sources... But now it has been confirmed that all of them are destroyed at the same time all together." As the technician's gaze swept past the screen and saw Ye Bei again, his fear of Ye Bei increased wildly.

"Okay... it seems that Sheng Bei has refused to negotiate! Since we can't communicate, we can only take other methods." The white-haired old man's expression was very complicated at this time. 

On the one hand, he was very afraid of Ye Bei.

On another hand, there was excitement and enthusiasm.

After a while, the white-haired old man shrieked and looked at the technician again.

"It's definitely impossible to let him come here. With his means, he can destroy the entire Area 51 at will! We must show great strength. Only by battling him with force can we make him compromise."

The white-haired old man released a burst of terrible killing intent right away.

"Sir, what do you mean, you meant to…use those secret weapons in our base directly?"

"Other than that, is there any other way?"

"Really not."

"Then, let's make arrangements right away..."

When the white-haired old man said this, he took a deep breath.

Then through the satellite monitoring screen, he saw Ye Bei heading back into the cabin, and Wang An also followed.

…

At the same time, in the underground secret research base of Area 51, there gathered a large number of researchers, and there was a creak from the door of the hall.

Then another human voice overlapped with the creaking sound of the door and made everyone startled.

"Everyone, I have come."

That extremely indifferent voice came from the direction of the entrance of the hall.

Obviously, the voice was not loud and even had a hint of softness at that, but it seemed to have a kind of magic as it shook everyone's mind buzzing.

...

Boston.

After the ship flew, it moved forward quickly ignoring any obstacles.

On the deck, Ye Bei looked at the scenery all night, but his expression was not exhausted.

He heard Wang An and the five foreigners' resolute declarations but Ye Bei didn't speak.

He just nodded gently and flicked his sleeves before he turned around. Afterward, he walked slowly towards the cabin.

"Master? You are..."

Upon seeing this, Wang An was a little puzzled.

But as soon as his voice fell, he immediately understood the situation, and immediately bent over, following Ye Bei respectfully.

"Mr. Ye Bei!"

"Mr. Ye Bei, do you need my help?"

"There are attendants in the cabin, but before, because we were worried that they would disturb you, sir, we prohibited them from appearing on the deck. If there is anything you need, just tell us."

When the five foreigners saw this, they were also very puzzled.

But Ye Bei ignored all of them.

The cabin was connected to the deck, there was a glass door, which was closed at the moment.

After Ye Bei walked over, he stretched out the white, non-worldly hand, and gently placed it on the glass door.

Creak!

But after the door was opened by Ye Bei, the five foreigners standing on the deck all had felt their brains had stopped working for a second in an instant.

"What happened?"

"Something's wrong, how did the environment inside change, where is this?"

"It's not the cabin, there are still many people ahead."

"Those people have their backs to us."

"The buildings here are very technological. Is it Area 51?"

When the five foreigners were surprised, they murmured to themselves as they also kept rubbing their eyes vigorously.

It was the first time they experienced this kind of thing and thought it was a visual error.

"Everyone, I have come!"

Just when five foreigners were puzzled, Ye Bei, who had been silent, said faintly and softly.

Then the five foreigners could see very clearly that through that door, a large group of people who stood there turned their heads over one after another. After turning their gazes on Ye Bei, everyone's bodies began to tremble violently as if they were greatly frightened.