Chapter 494 World in Chaos (1/2)

If this had been in the past, such a large event might still have been covered up, but the repercussions of this event were simply too great. The more effort that was put into covering it up, the more it fanned the flames of the citizens' anger.

In the darkness of the night, the Southern Sky Tower's lights remained lit.

Because the dragon corpse that they had just obtained had to be distributed and properly dealt with, the majority of the departments in the Southern Sky Group had to do overtime. Of course, all of the employees working overtime would be given two pounds of King-tier dragon meat as compensation.

The factory was roaring with activity, the sounds of its processing machinery reverberating across the night sky. Elsewhere, in other districts, branch offices were working hard, as well. The materials and live monsters that Gao Peng required were being transported overnight through various roads and channels.

”Things are going to get messy…” Gao Peng mumbled to himself, his brows furrowing.

Grandpa was still not back yet, so he needed to man the helm at the Southern Sky Group. He had just put down the phone when another person called to ask Gao Peng to join their organization. Gao Peng rejected the offer with thanks. If he had never met the person, Gao Peng very well would have thought it was a prank call. However, everything from the person's tone of voice to their special telephone number told Gao Peng that this person was no fraud.

”How did things happen so fast…” said Gao Peng, a complex expression on his face. Indeed, time and tide waited for no man. The situation of chaos had come too quickly. Gao Peng had thought that he could give himself a few years to develop, but little more than a year had passed.

Over the past year, whenever he was back at the Southern Sky Group, Gao Peng would spend most of his time raising the grades of familiars that belonged to loyal members of the senior management or a select few members of the Explorer's Union. Other than that, he would raise rare monsters and then reproduce them in large numbers.

After going through this large scale reproduction, he had raised monster armies one by one. Some were sent out to complete missions, while the others underwent training deep in the mountains.

”If I were given a few more years, I could even create a monster army comprising of only Lord-tier monsters.”

Knock, knock, knock. There was a sound from the door.

”Come in,” said Gao Peng.

”Young Master, this is the expert you asked us to invite over, and these here are professors of archaeology from the Huaxia district.” Xu Qingzhi, who had been a researcher all this while, was now Gao Peng's temporary secretary.

The door opened and seven or eight old men walked in. These were all either proficient researchers of ancient history or professors with unique views on certain areas, accompanied by an old researcher who had done extensive research on ancient languages.

”Your humble student Gao Peng is honored to meet such distinguished teachers,” said Gao Peng as he turned around, smiling and bowing earnestly. Gao Peng's attitude eased the anger of a few of the professors who had been forced to come over.

”You said that you had certain works of ancient literature for us to research?” The rosy-cheeked and white-haired old man standing on the left spoke up loudly. ”Let me get things straight; if there's no ancient literature for us to examine, I demand a return flight immediately. I still have a class to give tomorrow.”

Gao Peng smiled. ”I wouldn't dare make a fool of you all, but your humble student must admit that he did tell a lie. I don't actually have a work of literature written in an ancient language…” Without waiting for them to grow angry, Gao Peng immediately continued, ”But I do have two people from an ancient tribe with me here. I believe they can serve as research subjects for you, distinguished teachers.”

”What do you mean?” said the same professor in shock.

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In the room, the seven or eight old men were surrounding Tong Xiang and Tong Ling, staring at them intently.

Dressed in a brown wooly nightgown and carrying a large watermelon, Tong Xian shifted uneasily in his seat. The sofa was nice and soft, but for some reason, he was seated very uncomfortably.

”You sure you aren't joking with me?” Professor Wang was still a little doubtful.

”Don't let this old man be happy over nothing,” warned another professor.