Hui Tian Ch50

Chapter 50

“The kind of relationship where I pursue him.”

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The Nobel Evolutionist Peace Prize is a newly established award from the last two years. Its sole purpose is to encourage peaceful coexistence between races, and nominations are restricted to evolutionists only.

Bliss Thorne, the “Bishop” of the Round Table, is a famous moderate. He has always called for evolutionists with powerful abilities to exercise restraint and patience, and to avoid any conflict with humans. Although his reason for this appeal is his firm belief that evolutionists are few in number and would be slaughtered by humans if war broke out, objectively speaking, he has indeed alleviated racial conflict, so his award is well-deserved.

The dark humor lies in the fact that the presenter chosen this time is Nielsen—it is well known that Nielsen has obvious racist tendencies, is extremely biased against evolutionists, and is accustomed to squeezing human interests, which is why he is impeached by the Security Council every day.

A racist running over to present a peace prize to a famous moderate is simply a joke from hell. One wonders what Nielsen is thinking.

“Senior, do we really not need to bring more people?” Chen Miao personally drove Shen Zhuo to the military airport, wishing he could stuff the entire Supervision Office’s armed guard into the private jet for him. “Nothing good ever happens when you Grand Supervisors get together. Last time at the charity gala, the South Korean Supervisor fought with the South African Supervisor and caused an earthquake because the other party ate a sausage with two fingers. The time before that, at the awards ceremony, the South Korean Supervisor fought with the Roman Supervisor and caused an earthquake because the other party ate a sausage with two fingers. And the time before that, at the General Administration’s anniversary celebration, a reporter went missing…”

“Did that reporter also eat a sausage with two fingers?” Bai Sheng asked curiously.

“Oh no, the victim was eaten by the Mexican Supervisor. That S-class had a cannibalistic fetish,” Chen Miao said. “He was later removed from his post and imprisoned for life. They had to build a special prison just for him.”

Bai Sheng recalled that this had indeed happened. That Mexican S-class had a cannibalistic fetish even before evolving; he could be called the shame of S-classes. However, getting caught eating someone at the International Supervision General Administration’s celebration proved that Chen Miao wasn’t exaggerating—the feng shui of Grand Supervisor gatherings was indeed very bad.

“No need, it’s just a two-day vacation,” Shen Zhuo said lightly, walking toward the private jet against the strong wind. “Don’t we have a civilian volunteer?”

The civilian volunteer turned his head, dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, and politely nodded to the heavily armed guard unit.

Just then, Shen Zhuo’s phone rang abruptly. He glanced at the caller ID, pressed answer, and immediately handed it back to Bai Sheng: “For you.”

Bai Sheng: “?”

Shen Zhuo didn’t look back, darting up the gangway and into the cabin with uncharacteristic speed. The next second, Chu Yan’s heart-rending scream came from the phone:

“Why didn’t you neutralize the dilute sulfuric acid?! Not neutralizing dilute sulfuric acid in such a big experimental problem—are you trying to force me to die?! You, surnamed Yang, don’t come over here; I get dizzy around idiots!! I can’t do this labor reform for even one more day! I beg you, let me go to jail! If you don’t let me go to jail, you are forcing me to die, ahhh—!!”

Immediately after, Bai Sheng’s phone also rang. It was Yang Xiaodao, his voice overflowing with fear:

“Dad, what should I do? I’ve repeated this experiment twenty times and haven’t gotten the red precipitate. I suspect Chu Yan is about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. Is there something wrong with heating starch solution with dilute sulfuric acid and then mixing it with copper hydroxide? Could the teacher’s question be wrong?”

Bai Sheng: “…”

Bai Sheng first moved the phone with Chu Yan away, then lowered his voice into his own phone, speaking earnestly: “Son, listen to me. This vast family fortune will probably be squandered if handed to you. The only hope for the future is your sister. Do not anger her to death, otherwise, you won’t even get dividends, understand? If there’s no red precipitate, can’t you find a brick and use your ability to scrape some off yourself?!”

“!” Yang Xiaodao felt enlightened, agreed repeatedly, and hung up.

Bai Sheng immediately switched to the other phone, his voice dripping with fatherly love: “Daughter, listen to Dad. Life is like a play; if you get sick from anger, no one can take your place. For that red precipitate, can’t you just find a brick and beat Yang Xiaodao with it? When Dad comes back, I’ll buy you a zoo, and you can raise whatever you want, okay?”

Chu Yan: “? What are you saying? Do you want to listen to what you’re saying?! I &@#￥%#…”

Bai Sheng quickly hung up the phone, searched for a copy of the Guansheng Dijun’s Scripture for Relieving Grievances, sent it to Chu Yan, and then without stopping, blocked both kids. He let out a long sigh of relief, adjusted his hair in the reflection of the porthole, confirmed that he was tall and handsome, and entered the cabin feeling refreshed.

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Plory Island is a world-renowned tourist destination with ample sunshine and a hot atmosphere. It is actually a place where all supervisors would be willing to stay for a few days—if not for Nielsen.

The International Supervision General Administration had booked the island’s largest five-star hotel as the award venue, but the formal banquet wouldn’t start until tomorrow night.

Shen Zhuo arrived a night early but didn’t head directly to the hotel. Instead, he pondered over the map for a while and specifically booked two rooms under his secretary’s name at another hotel on the beach at the furthest end of the island.

“What’s this?” Bai Sheng draped his arm around his shoulder from behind, his legs crossed arrogantly. “What are you shy about? Sleeping in separate rooms?”

Shen Zhuo thought to himself, I won’t fall for that trap again where I wake up in the morning with my hands so sore I can’t even hold a pen. He closed the map and tossed it to his secretary, saying, “Supervisors arriving tonight will basically find other hotels incognito; no one wants to start work early. Based on past experience, places like nightclubs, bars, beaches, and hotels are disaster zones for running into colleagues. Avoid suspicion if possible.”

Bai Sheng thought, Avoid suspicion if you want. You’d better weld an iron gate shut when you sleep tonight, otherwise, you’ll definitely find yourself lying in my arms when you wake up in the middle of the night.

“By the way,” Shen Zhuo suddenly remembered something, “I didn’t do anything strange to Grand Supervisor Amatullah during the two days I lost my mind, did I?”

“…” Bai Sheng smiled slightly. “I don’t know, why?”

“I sent her an official document yesterday notifying her that Shen Hai City’s fiscal budget expenditures are massive and we cannot provide any economic aid to the Egyptian jurisdiction. Then she replied to me with this email.”

Shen Zhuo held up his phone. The email on the screen had no text, only an attached image.

A little kitten wearing a pink princess dress sitting on the ground wiping away tears.

“Pfft—” Bai Sheng almost lost his composure but quickly held it in.

Shen Zhuo had checked the work records; the secretary and Shui Ronghua also firmly stated that everything was normal during the video conference that day. But he frowned, stroking his chin in confusion, feeling that Amatullah was trying to express some kind of mockery, although he didn’t get where the mockery lay.

“Maybe she saw a cute picture and couldn’t help sharing it with a colleague,” Bai Sheng advised with understanding.

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The hotel Shen Zhuo picked was located at the other end of the island, wishing it could be a hundred thousand miles away from the venue booked by the International Supervision General Administration. It was already past five o’clock when they arrived at the hotel. The local beach was bustling with activity, filled with board shorts and bikinis, large glasses of beer spilling everywhere, and barbecue sizzling on iron racks.

Bai Sheng took a quick shower. Bare-chested and solid, wearing a pair of board shorts and plastic slippers that didn’t look like their five-figure price tag at all, he went bang bang bang to knock on the door next room: “Shen Zhuo! Shen Zhuo!! Shen Zhuo—”

With a whoosh, Shen Zhuo opened the door. He was met with Bai Sheng, who had a lollipop in his mouth, grinning as he said, “Yo, where did this beauty come from? Let’s go down for a drink.”

Shen Zhuo had changed into a white linen shirt, the collar slightly loose to reveal his slender neck and a bit of collarbone. Perhaps because it was over thirty degrees outside, he surprisingly hadn’t wrapped himself in long trousers; slender calves showed beneath his loose shorts.

“…”

His gaze swept over Bai Sheng’s lean pectoral and abdominal muscles, as well as the blood-red ‘S’ under his left collarbone that was hastily covered by a tattoo sticker. He spat out a few words: “Speak properly, and put some clothes on.”

Bai Sheng’s height, combined with his upturned hair, almost reached the top of the door frame. He scratched the back of his neck innocently: ” Locals all over the beach dress like this.”

Shen Zhuo said coldly, “People all over the beach are also wearing swimsuits and bikinis. Why don’t you put on a bikini yourself?”

Bai Sheng sighed helplessly. “‘Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; all appearances are illusory.’ Donor, your six senses are quite impure.” Then he pointed to his own lips: “Kiss me. Kiss me and I’ll listen to you.”

Most hotel guests had gone to the beach, so there wasn’t anyone in the hallway. From the distance came passionate, cheerful Spanish songs and the sounds of crowds laughing and spilling beer.

Shen Zhuo lowered his eyelashes, seeming to smile slightly, then tilted his head up and rubbed the bridge of his nose against the side of Bai Sheng’s nose.

The next moment, the kiss covered him from above, invading and sweeping through naturally. The subtle sound of water stirred deep into the throat, forcefully pushing all sounds back down the windpipe.

Creak—

A room door behind them opened, and three ladies walked out talking and laughing.

“How can that waiter’s butt be so perky?” “For real, perkier than Nielsen’s!” “On such a great day, can we not mention Nielsen?” “Do you think I should slip two hundred bucks to that waiter tonight to—”

All voices stopped abruptly.

Separated by a hallway, the two groups looked at each other, both looking as if they had seen a ghost.

Shen Zhuo froze in place, his lower back tightly encircled by Bai Sheng. He tried to struggle back but didn’t have time. Bai Sheng shrank his shoulders, subconsciously wanting to cover his bare upper body in front of the ladies, but that was destined to be futile, and this turning posture unfortunately highlighted that his gluteus maximus was also quite perky.

On the other side of the hallway, the three ladies were wearing bikinis, carrying beer bottles and surfboards, with tattoo stickers covering the bright red ‘S’ and ‘A’ on the backs of their hands. Walking on the road, absolutely no one would recognize that these three were all top ten global Grand Supervisors.

But Bai Sheng could.

Because he had met one of them just a few days ago—it was the world’s second-ranked Grand Supervisor, Amatullah.

“…”

After a petrified, long silence, Amatullah finally forced a laugh: “Yo, handsome, making out?”

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The hotel elevator slowly closed and began to descend.

The atmosphere in the elevator was dead stiff. Everyone raised their heads in unison to watch the descending numbers. From left to right, they were:

Shen Zhuo, Bai Sheng, Amatullah, the third-ranked S-class female Supervisor Margot, and the fifth-ranked A-class female Supervisor Celine.

everyone moved in unison; not a single person made a sound.

Ding!

The slowest elevator in history finally reached the first floor, and the noise of voices and music immediately rushed in.

Shen Zhuo darted out of the elevator with an agility completely contrary to his usual image, acting as if nothing had happened, but disappeared in an instant.

Bai Sheng had already dutifully put on a black short-sleeved T-shirt. He turned to the ladies and coughed awkwardly:

“…I have a question.”

Amatullah said honestly: “…Because this is the only hotel on the island furthest from the venue, so the probability of running into colleagues is the smallest.”

Bai Sheng thought to himself, Exactly right, that’s what we thought too.

“Handsome, let’s make a deal.” Amatullah sighed, tucking her curly chestnut hair behind her ear with one hand, and patted Bai Sheng’s shoulder in compromise. “Let’s pretend what just happened never happened. No making out, no waiter, no Nielsen’s butt; and no photos of you two hugging in the office during the video conference that day, okay?”

Bai Sheng thought for a moment and confirmed first: “You haven’t shown those photos to anyone else, right?”

The eyes of the two female supervisors behind Amatullah darted around: “I didn’t.” “I didn’t either.” “Really didn’t!”

“…”

Bai Sheng said powerfully: “Deal!”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Sheng waved over the waiter with the perkiest butt in the whole bar, ordered a drink for each of the three ladies, stuffed two hundred dollars into the waiter’s hand asking him to do a lap dance on the spot, and then squeezed into the crowd to slip away quickly.

Shen Zhuo wasn’t in the bar. Given the Grand Supervisor’s temper, he should be hiding in some corner right now, nonchalantly disguising himself as a random passerby.

Bai Sheng searched around to no avail. Seeing that it was almost seven o’clock, he had to leave the bar and stand by the beach. He flipped through his call logs, found a number that had called at 3:00 AM a few days ago, and sent an English text message:

[I have arrived on the island. Can I meet you for a chat? Bai Sheng.]

A reply came quickly, reflecting in Bai Sheng’s eyes.

[Look to your right.]

Bai Sheng shielded his eyes with one hand and looked up to his side.

Gaze passing through the nascent lights and the bustling crowd, the long wind swept across the coastline. In the gathering twilight in the distance, the silhouette of an old man sat in a wheelchair, peacefully gazing at the dark blue horizon and the last fading afterglow.

With one hand in his pocket and without using his ability, Bai Sheng walked up step by step along the long beach and smiled: “Bishop.”

The aged Bishop of the Round Table was already very ill. Obvious dark circles could be seen under his wrinkled eyes, and the back of his hand was bruised from too many IV drips. He sat quietly in the wheelchair, draped in a cashmere cardigan despite the hot weather.

“Mr. Pardes,” Bai Sheng turned to the stern-faced old man with neatly kept silver hair standing behind the wheelchair and bowed politely.

Pardes was the Bishop’s younger brother, but his temperament was the complete opposite; he had always disliked Bai Sheng’s closeness to humans. Last time, he firmly opposed the Bishop calling Shen Zhuo to provide the method to break the Daydream, but unexpectedly, Bai Sheng was actually saved and was standing here smiling and hale. He could only huff and turn his head, pretending not to see him.

The Bishop didn’t mind. He waved his hand at Pardes and smiled at Bai Sheng: “Young man, this sunset is wonderful. Come push me for a walk!”

The tide gently lapped at the beach, leaving the noise of the distant bar behind.

“Being able to escape from the mental ability smoothly last time was thanks to you, Bishop. I haven’t been able to thank you in person.” Bai Sheng pushed the wheelchair, strolling along the long coast, his voice wrapped in the wind carrying a smile. “If you hadn’t intervened in time, I’m afraid I really would have lost a layer of skin, if not died.”

The Bishop shook his head: “No, I didn’t do anything. You should be thanking Supervisor Shen.”

Hearing Shen Zhuo mentioned by someone from the Round Table, Bai Sheng’s smile faded slightly, and he didn’t respond.

The Bishop wasn’t surprised.

From the first day, he had seen that this easygoing, cheerful, refreshing young S-class, who always wore a smile, was actually a Wolf King with deep shrewdness and meticulous thoughts.

“The Round Table didn’t save you, child. The Round Table saved a young, powerful, and precious kin. If it were any other kin, we would have helped too, but Supervisor Shen is different.” The Bishop leaned back in the wheelchair and said slowly, “He saved you, and only you.”

“So no matter what choice you make, I fully understand, and I agree with any judgment you make regarding the person Shen Zhuo.”

The salty wind whistled toward the sea. After a long while, Bai Sheng’s deep voice finally sounded above the wheelchair:

“…Bishop, when I left the US to return to Shen Hai, I promised the Round Table that I would try my best to get close to Shen Zhuo and investigate the information the Round Table needed when the opportunity arose…”

“I understand.” The old man interrupted calmly. “Words carry no weight. You don’t need to have any psychological burden. From now on, just be firm in the path you believe is correct.”

Bai Sheng stopped walking, went to the side of the wheelchair, squatted down on one knee, looked into those aging and wise eyes, and said sincerely, “Thank you.”

The old man smiled and patted Bai Sheng’s shoulder; his hand was cold and wrinkled.

The sunset sank below the sea level, and a trace of afterglow spread over the sea surface. The sky separated into blood-red, orange-yellow, and pale cyan, transitioning into a deep, boundless dark blue. The magnificent scene was reflected in the Bishop’s cloudy pupils as he slowly exhaled.

“There is only one thing I want to ask your opinion on.” The old man pulled his cashmere cardigan closer and said hoarsely, “Because I don’t have much time left, this should be the last time we meet.”

Bai Sheng frowned, knowing clearly that the old man wasn’t speaking falsely, so he didn’t say useless comforting words like “You will surely live a long life.”

The old man turned his head to look at him: “Are you willing to become the next Bishop of the Round Table?”

“…”

Without rushing to refuse immediately, Bai Sheng asked first: “Why?”

Far behind them, Pardes was looking at the sea with his hands behind his back. The Bishop withdrew his gaze and gave a bitter smile.

“My brother and I have always had different philosophies. He is too extreme. What evolutionists need most right now is not to reproduce quickly to increase numbers, but to exercise extreme restraint, patience, and even actively subject ourselves to unfair treatment to maintain the precarious balance on the tightrope. Only a very small number of evolutionists in the world possess these qualities. Regrettably, Pardes is not one of them.”

“Many of Pardes’s ideas are actually the same as that ‘Wolf of Odin’ Nielsen. This will lead the group to a dangerous cliff.” The Bishop shook his head slowly and said, “I am not optimistic about the future of the Round Table under Pardes’s leadership, just as I am not optimistic about the future of the ‘Wolf of Odin’ Nielsen. The International Supervision General Administration is bound to have great chaos.”

Bai Sheng’s eyelid twitched heavily.

The Bishop’s ability was prediction. Although it was only B-class and not as accurate as the S-class “Sight” of the ninety-year-old Mrs. Harpa in Iceland, it was a prophecy nonetheless.

“Are you willing to return to the Round Table?” The Bishop looked into Bai Sheng’s deep eyes and asked again with emphasis.

“…”

After several minutes of silence, Bai Sheng finally spoke, his tone earnest and gentle:

“I promise you, no matter what difficulties the Round Table encounters in the future, I will definitely do my best to provide help as an outsider.”

The Bishop didn’t seem too surprised. He just sighed, nodded, and said, “I guessed as much.”

Seagulls cried and flapped their wings; under the twilight, the sea surface formed a long line of rising tide. Bai Sheng stood up and casually brushed the fine sand off his legs. He heard the Bishop hesitate, then say uncontrollably: “Is your decision related to Supervisor Shen?”

“Ah.” Bai Sheng said casually, “Because I like him.”

The Bishop choked for a few seconds and probed, “Then what is your… relationship now?”

What relationship.

Bai Sheng gave a short laugh, devoid of any emotion: “The pursuing kind of relationship. I swore I would protect him forever.”

“…” The Bishop was thoughtful, and after a while, laughed briefly, somewhat moved.

When joining the Round Table back then, all students swore allegiance, but Bai Sheng alone did not. This young S-class used a maturity and smoothness beyond his age to skip the swearing-in process with laughter. At that time, the Bishop realized that this young man had a loyalty to oaths beyond ordinary people.

The Alpha Wolf’s oath is too precious; he will only save it for the person he cherishes most in his life, the one he will never betray.

“I actually had a premonition…” The old man supported himself on the armrest of the wheelchair, smiling with emotion. “After all, he is Shen Ruzhen’s son. It’s not strange.”

Hearing Shen Ruzhen’s name from the Bishop, Bai Sheng was stunned for a moment but immediately realized something—the Bishop was a physics professor at a British university before evolving. In that era, academic circles were interconnected, so it was highly likely he knew about the past.

Bai Sheng’s heart stirred slightly, but his face didn’t show it. He raised an eyebrow and smiled puzzledly: “Shen Ruzhen? Who is that?”

“A female scholar who was controversial but extremely brilliant. Unfortunately, she passed away very early.” The Bishop sighed. “If my guess all along isn’t wrong, she should be Supervisor Shen’s mother.”

Bai Sheng showed a surprised expression: “Controversial?”

The Bishop gave a hoarse chuckle.

“Even today, when people see the power in Supervisor Shen’s hands that is enough to deter everything, the first thing they start discussing is those eye-catching romantic rumors. Of course, it was the same for Shen Ruzhen. Because human nature is always like this.”

Speaking of this, he pondered for a moment, then said slowly, “However, the controversy surrounding Shen Ruzhen wasn’t just about that. What’s truly worth discussing is that she was the first to propose the theory of Genetic Darwinism, which has been fully verified today, more than thirty years later.”

“…” Bai Sheng narrowed his eyes: “What do you mean?”

“The process of theoretical verification is very complex,” the Bishop mused for a moment, then said, “Simply put, under the effect of some strong radiation, the nucleic acid base sequence of some people may change, producing a certain genetic mutation, thereby triggering great potential capable of changing the laws of motion of microscopic particles. Of course, this genetic mutation is hereditary, but during intergenerational transmission, it may trigger different hereditary traits.”

“Doesn’t that just mean some humans evolved due to meteorite radiation?” Bai Sheng frowned.

The Bishop nodded: “Yes, but more than thirty years ago, it was a very avant-garde viewpoint. Shen Ruzhen suffered huge controversy because of this, resigned from her tenured professorship, and returned to her own country. Since then, apart from her remarriage, no academic news has been heard.”

Bai Sheng thought to himself, At that time, she should have been founding the top-secret project HRG, which is more impressive than being a tenured professor. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something and asked casually, “Then who was Shen Zhuo’s father?”

The Bishop shook his head.

“That is not very clear.” The old man recalled for a moment. Years of illness had made his memories somewhat blurry. After a long while, he said, “I seem to have heard back then… he seemed to be an astrophysicist.”

—Astrophysicist.

Bai Sheng’s pupils constricted slightly.

The research direction of the first generation of HRG not only revolved around Genetic Darwinism but actually involved astrophysics and extraterrestrial civilization?

And more than ten years after it was terminated due to a “research accident,” it was precisely a meteor shower from beyond earth that induced human evolution!

Could there be some causal relationship between the evolution-source meteorite five years ago and the first generation of HRG?

“…” Bai Sheng’s mind was in chaos. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but couldn’t say anything.

Bang bang bang! Bang!

Just then, a burst of rapid gunfire suddenly erupted from the distance. Bai Sheng’s brow jumped sharply. He turned to look, and even the Bishop couldn’t help but turn his head from the wheelchair.

More than a kilometer away, there was chaos, with vague screams rising and falling—it was precisely that beach bar.

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