By early afternoon, The Tenderness, a five-story structure, was empty. By 5 pm, the majority of the environmentally conscious Cosmetics Company staff had left for home. The BMW M8 Competition, which was also parked in the management area, was adjacent to the automobile belonging to youthful Master Martin, the youthful CEO, which was still parked in the parking lot. A lone human being hobbled into the building's foyer. He had a mask over his face, revealing only his eyes, and was dressed in a heavy coat and cap. That afternoon, the security man on duty got alert at once. "Cease! You are who you are? "Wearing a mask is not permitted, much less covering your face in such a manner!" exclaimed the security officer, trailing the person whose face was concealed behind it. Upon noticing the terrified-looking eyes, the figure quickly made his way to the elevator. "You idiot! Even with your thieving disguise on, you dare to enter through the elevator! The office is now closed. The security
Theresia Smith called Taylor today and asked him to lunch. "Let's meet together for lunch. By the way, I'm craving Asian food right now. Not far from the Smith Pharmaceutical Company headquarters lies a well-known Indonesian eatery. The Balinese has a revised menu. Theresia said, "Let's try it while we talk about our next project," and she put the phone on hold. That day, Taylor got ready for the lunch appointment. Indonesian cuisine with a unique twist is served at The Balinese, an Asian restaurant. The Nasi Goreng is one of their favorite foods. Taylor has heard foodies discuss this restaurant's name for a long time. He still hadn't got the opportunity to go and sample the unique Asian food there. Taylor entered the restaurant, which featured exquisite décor and interior design. He observed that it had a distinct Asian flavor due to the exquisite wooden carvings in the form of dancing figures. He noticed Theresia waving at him from inside the restaurant when she was seated. T
Taylor landed at Accomont International Airport today at precisely 08:00. Being a hub for international travel, Accomont Airport had a lot of traffic as many planes stopped here en route to other countries or just to have a stopover before their next flight. CEO Rogers' map indicated that in order for Taylor to locate the Artifact—the hidden treasure—she had to travel to Anceburn City first. Even though the plane wasn't leaving for another two hours, he got there early. In addition to meeting with Hollowscar, Taylor also had a meeting with CEO Rogers. "CEO Rogers has something to tell you." When the CEO's assistant called Taylor last night, he said as much. Taylor had on a heavy, down-lined jacket at the moment, fitting for a person venturing into a snowy mountain range—the enigmatic Kunlun Mountains, to be specific. It took Taylor six hours to fly from Anceburn City to the Kunlun Mountains in the north. This was not the same as the region that contained the Kunlun Mountains. T
Taylor's flight took 6 hours. Occasionally he glanced at Hollowscar."I hope I made the right decision. I'm hoping Hollowscar can be of great assistance to me in this assignment, even though his day job is as an assistant to a covert group." Hollowscar is, as far as we know, a mercenary or former member of the military. He has witnessed numerous actual combat situations. The man has done it everything, from fighting in the frigid Siberian wastes to attacking in the scorching desert. That's why, filled with relief, Taylor embarked on a quest akin to going to war. Taylor was engrossed in f his antasy, but Griffin Airlines provided great service because to the flight attendants' kind demeanor. Gorgeous females with modernized versions of their traditional clothes strolled through the aisles of the aircraft, grinning. Their melodic voices welcomed the Executive class passengers. Taylor was served some lunch by a young flight attendant who had on just enough makeup to seem nice. On the
Time travel to a point approximately two hours before to the Griffin Airlines aircraft's landing at Anceburn City Airport. In the economy class seats, five tall, robust men and women wore sunglasses. Their hair was golden yellow, and they were taller than ninety cm, giving them the appearance of being from Siberea. The majority of their eyes were gray, occasionally bordering on blue. Borya was the name of one of them. He'd had a lot of booze since the flight from Accomont City Airport. In fact, he insisted on getting alcoholic drinks the entire vacation. He asked the girl flight attendant, who appeared pleasant, "Vodka, please?" while half-drunk. "I apologize, sir. We are not serving alcohol on this Griffin Airlines aircraft. I can bring you some orange juice if you would like," the flight attendant said politely. Borya felt her blood boil at those remarks. He spoke angrily and gave off an overwhelming alcohol stench. "So why is your pal pouring Champagne over there in the execu
Taylor gave Hollowscar a confused, hard-to-read glance as the airport announcement girl declared that the airport would be closed for the next twenty-four hours. "Until the airport opens tomorrow, we will have to stay overnight here. Have you have any suggestions?" Confused, Taylor enquired. At that moment, their big, heavy bags, which were supposed to be loaded into snowmobiles and transported to the top of Mount Kunlun, disappeared. Everything altered because of the severe weather. Taylor noticed a reporter discussing the blizzard on the live television feed. She gave an internal shudder. The silent, enigmatic killer Hollowscar, on the other hand, retorted, "That depends on the boss." I'm just going with the flow." A 36-year-old man appeared out of nowhere to greet Taylor and Hollowscar when they sought confirmation about whether they should spend the night at the airport or travel to the city center and find a hotel. "Mr. Taylor?" Taylor glanced up at the handsome but unassu
Hirata was the name of the man with the blond hair. His native Kyoto, which borders the Celestial Country, was home to Hirata, a well-known physician and alchemist. Hirata constantly spoke loudly, regardless of whether it was in a public setting, to stand out and minimize the skills of professionals in related fields here in Celestial. "Congrats! If you claim to be the best in Kyoto, aren't there other professionals of a similar caliber here in Celestial?" muttered His pal Ozaki, who was starting to become wasted. "No one can match the sophistication of this Hirata from Kyoto," he remarked, his countenance betraying the fact that this Hirata was also inebriated. I even venture to assert! Hirata is the sole internationally acknowledged expert in Kyoto and the Celestial Country regarding traditional medicine and the technique of processing herbal materials." Hirata's three allies clapped their hands in response to such haughty remarks. His pal Tanaka responded, "Then let's hav
"Who are you? How do you do that ninja-like silver acupuncture needle-throwing technique?" inquired cautious-looking Hirata. Hirata's hangover vanished when Taylor showed off his prowess, tossing a silver needle strong enough to take out three four-star Shuriken, and he began acting more appropriately. No longer arrogant. Taylor just gave a chilly snort. He said without emotion. "I don't think you're a healer or an authority on conventional medicine. Our Celestial Lands have long been home to the practice of needlework. And even though it's different, I'm positive that the Celestials are where the foundations of the acupuncture practice you know today came from! Therefore, don't act shocked if some citizens of our nation possess the ability to use needles as weapons." Hirata's expression darkened as he heard the young man in front of him speak with derision. He wasn't naive. History records that the celestials were the source of this medical technique. He didn't want to acknow