Dual Worlds: I Have a Doomsday World

As he spoke, he started toward Ding Yang, ready to attack.

But Jin Wei stopped him.

"I agree." Jin Wei rubbed his temples, a headache already forming.

He had to admit, Ding Yang had him over a barrel.

If he wanted to carry out his plan, it seemed he really had no choice but to do as Ding Yang suggested.

"But what if he backs out at the last minute? Those weapons at the Mo University Camp..."

The Blood Moon Envoy from Myanmar was still worried.

Jin Wei cut him off. "It doesn’t matter. As long as we can get close to the Mo University Camp, it’ll be fine. When the time comes, we’ll activate the Blood Moon Body. I refuse to believe the people at Mo University Camp would dare use a nuke at close range."

"We’ll leave in cars from the Hongshan Camp. We’ll take two. You drive the first one and take point; you’ll be responsible for handling any potential communication. I’ll take him in the second car. I’ll sit in the back and keep him under control in the front passenger seat."

"As long as we don’t give him a chance to talk, our mission won’t be compromised."

After saying this, Jin Wei fell silent for a moment before adding, "Jin Xiangyi, you stay here. If we aren’t back in half a day, assume something has happened to us. We’ll all scatter and escape on our own. When that happens, you kill everyone here, then pull out."

Jin Wei had laid out a plan, though it wasn’t a very detailed one.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to perfect the plan; the intelligence on the Mo University Camp was simply too limited.

A dozen or so Tier Three Blood Moon Envoys—in theory, a force strong enough to run rampant across any corner of the globe—had somehow suffered a crushing defeat right at the Mo University Camp.

This left Jin Wei with no choice but to grit his teeth and press on.

Jin Wei had already made up his mind. As long as he was in the rear vehicle, he would be the first to flee the instant trouble started.

With the abilities of a Tier Three Blood Moon Envoy, as long as he was prepared, he was certain he could escape even if he couldn’t win a fight.

The group of Blood Moon Envoys continued to discuss Jin Wei’s plan.

Meanwhile, Ding Yang let out a sudden sigh of relief when he saw this.

’There’s hope!’

’As long as this bunch of Moon Worshipers doesn’t just kill everyone on sight, Hongshan Camp still has a chance.’

That hope rested on himself, and even more so, on Lin Qi.

Ding Yang turned his head and gave a slight nod to the other senior members of Hongshan Camp.

None of them made a sound, letting Ding Yang take the lead.

As he watched the Moon Worshipers argue, no one was holding him. His legs were severely numb from being tied for so long, and the recent kick had left him with internal injuries.

His body went weak, and he collapsed backward onto the ground.

The Blood Moon Envoys paid Ding Yang no mind; he wasn’t going to die anytime soon, anyway. They were busy fiercely debating Jin Wei’s two-car plan, specifically the arrangement of who went in which vehicle.

"No way. I’m not riding in the front car. It’s too risky."

"There has to be someone in the front car with me! I can’t drive up to talk to those Dragon Country People alone. What if a fight breaks out and they have a Tier Three expert too? I’ll need backup."

"I propose Jin Wei ride in the front car. I’ll stay in the back and watch the hostage."

"No! Absolutely not!"

...

’Fuck! A bunch of illiterate morons!’ Jin Wei cursed internally.

Jin Wei felt his arrangement was already the best possible plan under the circumstances.

But this band of illiterates from Southeast Asia still wouldn’t agree.

In the end, Jin Wei had to concede.

He would hand the hostage, Ding Yang, over to the front car, while he himself would remain in the rear vehicle, retaining the strategic advantage.

With that, an agreement on the personnel for the two vehicles was finally reached.

The front car would have Ding Yang the hostage, while the rear car would be close to Jin Wei. The occupants of both vehicles could grudgingly accept this arrangement.

...

Ding Yang sat on the ground, panting raggedly. He couldn’t understand what the Moon Worshipers were saying, but he desperately wished they would just get a move on.

’Feels like I’ve got a broken rib. It hurts like hell.’

’Whatever the outcome, I just want this to be over quickly. I’m a dead man anyway.’

Just then, Ding Yang suddenly felt a strange sensation inside him. The pain was subsiding!

Ding Yang kept his head down, but his eyes lit up.

’Is this... healing?’

’Extraordinary Power?’

Ding Yang steadied his breathing, his mind racing.

’Lin Qi!’

’It has to be Lin Qi! He’s here!’

’Lin Qi must be watching all of this from somewhere right now.’

A great weight lifted from Ding Yang’s heart.

’Even though I’m still in danger, as long as Lin Qi can gather intel, it means the Mo University Camp is safe. Maybe even the Hongshan Camp will be safe, too.’

’But if it is Lin Qi, why would he risk healing me? What if he gets exposed?’

’There’s no need to worry about me. I’m already a dead man...’

After feeling relieved about the big picture, Ding Yang felt a new, inexplicable anxiety creep into his heart.

’What’s a little pain like this?’

’I’m going to die anyway. There’s no difference between dying in pain and dying comfortably.’

’Lin Qi really shouldn’t be taking this risk.’

Meanwhile, Lin Qi, observing everything from a distance, was finalizing his own plan.

’Driving to the Mo University Camp?’

’This is perfect!’

Lin Qi now had a way to save Ding Yang.

Manipulating the Prosthetic Body on his arm, Lin Qi extracted a thin, white thread.

The thread emitted a faint fluorescent glow, indicating its location to the user.

The glow could be turned off, but once deactivated, even the user would have trouble detecting its presence.

It was thinner than fishing line but carried a surprising amount of weight.

This was a single-use S-Class Weapon built into the Liu Clan’s A-Class Prosthetic Body set. There were two such threads in total, one loaded into each arm prosthetic.

Lin Qi only drew out a small length of it before retracting it back inside.

This thing was typically used to ambush enemies in close-quarters combat. Its name was the S-Class Rechargeable Molecular Cutting Line.

A single charge gave the entire line enough power to cut through S-Class alloy for three seconds.