Chapter 100 He Xianping???
Just as he arranged for the wounded to board the helicopter, Li Jun saw the White Lotus Sect's convoy approaching.

In order not to delay the treatment of the wounded, he said to Yang Zili: "You take the wounded back first, I will meet the people of the White Lotus Sect here."

"no problem."

Yang Zili boarded the helicopter with the short man who was in suspended animation in one hand and a submachine gun in the other. He had no interest in the affairs of the White Lotus Sect.

Soon a helicopter took off and headed north.

He Wenqing looked up at the departing helicopter, and walked up to Li Jun with his ghost riders and said:

"Hello, I am He Wenqing from the White Lotus Sect."

"Li Jun from the Asia headquarters."

After the two reported their names, they chatted briefly. He Wenqing kept mentioning the battle just now, how they were unable to help due to their lack of strength, and how he admired the Asian headquarters very much.

Bai San behind him licked his face and said, "I really look forward to cooperating with the headquarters next time. I have longed for Renguo since I was a child. This time, cooperating with the headquarters can be regarded as a childhood dream come true."

As he spoke, he didn't care about the surprised looks from others. In Bai San's opinion, the current Asian headquarters was too powerful. It was too easy for them to deal with ordinary ghost riders. If he didn't curry favor with them, would he be waiting to die?
Among them, Old Duan felt the most deeply. He still remembered how Bai San was unruly when the leader first announced that he would cooperate with the headquarters. How come he has become a bootlicker now?
Li Jun was not clear about the changes in their mentality, but he felt quite benefited by the goodwill shown by He Wenqing and Bai San.

Under the flattery and guidance of He Wenqing, Bai San and others, they had a great time talking to each other, feeling like old friends meeting each other too late.

"Speaking of which, I am also a Renguo person, and my ancestral home is Dafu Province," He Wenqing said with a look of reminiscence on his face. "In the middle of the Republic of China, my grandfather's generation moved to Xiaoyue Kingdom, which is already a hundred years ago."

Li Jun was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that Master He is of Chinese descent. No wonder he speaks Mandarin so well."

“Hahaha!” He Wenqing chuckled and said, “This is all influenced by my aunt. She missed Renguo very much. She returned to China to invest in the 1980s and donated a lot of cultural relics to the Renguo Museum. They are still on display in the Renguo Museum.”

Li Jun felt that He Wenqing's words were familiar, so he asked, "Can you tell me about your aunt?"

"Of course I can. My aunt raised me since I was a child. She told me a lot of stories from the past... She passed away a few years ago... She left everything to me... Her name was He Xianping."

Dajing City, headquarters.

Zhao Jianguo received the news after the battle. He had killed two enemies and captured one alive. Only four of his fellow Demon Slayers were injured, but not fatally.

"it is good!"

Zhao Jianguo clenched his fists and waved them vigorously. This victory further proved the power of the supernatural gunpowder and demonstrated the strength of the Asian headquarters, letting those ambitious people hiding in the dark corners know the consequences of provoking the headquarters.

But after being happy, Zhao Jianguo's face showed worry again. Although this battle seemed easy, it consumed all the current stocks of supernatural gunpowder at the headquarters. Whether it was air-to-ground missiles or supernatural jamming bombs, the consumed supernatural gunpowder could produce thousands of supernatural bullets.

Adding on the supernatural bullets consumed during the battle, calculated at one contribution point per supernatural bullet, it can be said that this battle consumed a total of tens of thousands of contribution points of supplies.

This is simply a waste of money!

At the same time, in a heavily guarded conference room on the other side of the ocean.

Several serious-looking senior officials of the Jianguo were having a heated discussion.

"Renguo has already caught the gravedigger. Should we launch a rescue plan to avoid exposing our intelligence?" "Oh my God! Are you crazy? Renguo is the most dangerous place right now. Who can be sure to rescue the gravedigger? Going there now would be like sending yourself to death."

"But if we don't save him, what if Ren Guo finds out about our Heaven Plan?"

"I don't think we need to worry about this. The gravediggers only know very limited information. Even if they tell us everything, what will happen? Can Renguo figure out what we are going to do with just some simple information?"

"I agree. Rescuing the gravedigger now would be like walking into a trap set by Ren Guo. It would be a losing deal."

Gradually, everyone in the meeting room agreed to give up the gravedigger, and then they started discussing the next issue.

"Doug, I need an explanation for the intelligence error regarding the supernatural gunpowder. Why did the Intelligence Department give a low threat level assessment?"

"Indeed, half of the failure of the gravediggers' mission was due to the mistakes of the Intelligence Department."

"Don't look at me like that. I am also very sad about the failure of this mission, but it is not our fault. It is because the Operations Department was too aggressive. If they could wait until we have a thorough understanding of the supernatural gunpowder before taking action, the result would definitely be very different."

"Okay Doug, we're not here to listen to you shirking responsibility. You just need to tell us the Intelligence Department's latest analysis of the supernatural gunpowder." The old man sitting in the main seat interrupted.

Doug said helplessly, "Well, according to some of the latest intelligence we have collected and the research department's analysis of the experimental data on supernatural gunpowder, the power of supernatural gunpowder will accumulate as the amount increases. The reason why the gravediggers were defeated so quickly is that they encountered a large number of supernatural gunpowder weapons."

As soon as Doug finished speaking, someone immediately suggested:

"Spiritual gunpowder is too dangerous. Even an ordinary person with a weapon made of spiritual gunpowder can threaten a ghost rider. I suggest that we unite with the German Union to put pressure on Renguo to release the formula of spiritual gunpowder."

But not everyone agrees with his point of view, some people said:
"Renguo is currently in high spirits. This is not a good time to make enemies. Even if we unite to exert pressure, there will be no good results. I suggest that we wait and see for now."

"I also think it is not appropriate to have a conflict with Renguo at this time. Although the performance of the supernatural gunpowder is very good, it is well known that the production of all supernatural items is inseparable from supernatural ghosts. The supernatural gunpowder must be like this. Without the corresponding ghost, it will be useless even if you really know the formula."

"Yes, Renguo is a major concern for us, and so is Delian. I am against cooperating with Delian."

There were constant arguments in the meeting room and it was difficult to make a decision for a while. Finally, the old man sitting in the main seat made the decision. They were ready to stop arguing and avoid the sharp edge.

Outside the meeting room, it was dark and silent.

The sun was shining brightly on the other side of the planet. Wang Xiaoming stood on the second-floor balcony of his residence, facing the sunshine and looking into the distance.

Jingle Bell!
The phone suddenly rang. Wang Xiaoming picked up the phone and found that it was Li Jun calling.

"Professor, I met the descendants of He Xianping."

"He Xianping?!"

Wang Xiaoming quickly realized that this was the overseas Chinese who donated the compass car to the Renguo Museum.

When he identified the compass car in the museum and found that it was a defunct supernatural object, he suspected that the person was a ghost rider. However, after he encountered the supernatural incident with the pencil case, he forgot about this person.

(End of this chapter)