Helen had already grown accustomed to the mysterious appearances of these strong individuals and didn't ask much.

Yang Fei was dressed in a dark black Saint Paul suit, exuding gentlemanly charm, casually chatting with Helen.

Duo Lao is a tourist city, although adjacent to the desert, with a hot climate.

But the industrious Ayeses people have turned it into an oasis in the desert, with picturesque scenery and shady green trees.

Helen and Yang Fei's room was a luxurious presidential suite on the fifteenth floor.

From here, it was easy to overlook the urban landscape of Duo Lao; the two drank coffee, chatted and laughed, feeling very comfortable.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Helen immediately became nervous, but Yang Fei raised his hand to signal her not to panic.

Yang Fei opened the door, and a middle-aged man with a gentlemanly demeanor stood at the entrance, holding a bouquet of vibrant flowers.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Helen's room?"

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth held a reserved and insincere smile, followed by two bodyguards.

"Damn, this guy is so fake, asking what he already knows."

Yang Fei cursed under his breath but politely nodded, "Yes, and you are...?"

The middle-aged man respectfully presented the flowers and took out an invitation card, handing it to Yang Fei.

"We are sent by General Barton, with greetings from General Barton to Her Majesty Helen."

"Additionally, General Barton has specially organized a cocktail party for Her Majesty Helen, inviting her to graciously attend."

Yang Fei accepted the invitation card, glanced at it, and nodded slightly.

"Alright, we'll definitely arrive on time."

He said, casually taking the flowers and unapologetically closing the door.

Helen looked a bit anxious, "How do they know we're staying here, are we being monitored?"

Yang Fei chuckled, checked the roses, found nothing wrong, and casually tossed them in the trash bin.

"Don't be afraid, they just want to assert dominance and give us a warning, indicating that our every move is under their control."

He shrugged his shoulders and said casually.

"What we should show them, we will naturally show, but what they shouldn't see, they'll never see."

Helen nodded, took the invitation card from Yang Fei, glanced at it, and suddenly looked puzzled, "Tomorrow at eight, Hymn Paradise?"

Yang Fei nodded, his face full of harmless smiles.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange everything."

The next night at eight, Barton sent someone to fetch Helen. Twelve Maybach cars escorted a silver-white Rolls-Royce.

The Rolls-Royce was adorned with many flowers, displaying Barton's utmost sincerity.

Helen wore a grand and splendid long gown, adorned with the diamond crown symbolizing the Alang Imperial Clan, accompanied by Yang Fei, stepped into the car.

Yang Fei had checked the safety of the Rolls-Royce in advance, confirmed there were no issues, then allowed Helen to get in the car.

The Rolls-Royce, escorted by twelve Maybachs, slowly drove towards Hymn Paradise.

Hymn Paradise Tower, located at the city's center, is a landmark building in Duo Lao City.

Its affiliated structures resemble circles of seashells, clustered around the twenty-seven-story Holy Song Building.

The lavishly decorated seventh-floor lobby housed a tall, square-faced man with a gentle smile, extremely gentlemanly.

Only those very familiar with him could spot a hint of sinister wickedness from this man's gentle eyes.

This man was Barton.

Barton was indeed quite handsome, but he had triangular eyes.

These eyes undermined the masculine and positive image Barton deliberately portrayed.

He stood on the terrace, hands behind his back, silently watching the slowly approaching Rolls-Royce.

Watching as the car door opened, the noble and elegant Helen, supported by attendants, gracefully alighted.

Helen's silver-white diamond crown made Barton's gentle smile turn ferocious.

"You're here, finally, my Goddess!"

Barton roared inside like a beast, his eyeballs tinged slightly red due to excitement.

In this world, no one desired to possess Helen more than Barton.

Not just because of her beauty and good upbringing, but because she herself symbolized the glory and prestige of the Royal Family.

Back in college days, Barton had passionately pursued Helen with the sweetest words, the most ardent expressions, and the hottest emotions.

However, the guy wholeheartedly seeking a higher standing was rejected by Helen, making him the joke of the social circle.

The humiliation and frustration hadn't faded from Barton's heart over the years.

He vowed that he would win Helen; only then did he abandon the superior life in Mysterious Country and come here to join the military and enter politics.

Enduring painstakingly for so many years, finally heaven bestowed an opportunity, and Barton soared in the chaotic Alang.

He became the most powerful man now, with the beauty Helen practically within reach.

Today's Barton was no longer the immature youth from the past.

He had deeply fallen in love with power, especially thinking that by controlling Helen, he could get the whole Alang, even incorporating Greenworth into Alang's territory made Barton's heart burn.

Moreover, Helen herself was an extraordinary beauty.

Being single for so many years, Barton had enjoyed many women's bodies, yet possessing Helen remained a distant dream.

He watched Helen, his smile gradually becoming somewhat undisciplined.

Before his eyes appeared lovely scenes between men and women.

Barton swore that tonight, all those dreamy scenes would come true with Helen.

He didn't care what Helen thought, as long as he owned her.

And the method was simple, a gun, a video of Helen's father being tortured, would make her obediently comply.

Barton stared directly at Helen, until bodyguards escorted her through the long floral hallway into the hotel lobby.

About nine hundred meters from Hymn Paradise, there was an office building, twelve stories tall.

On the terrace of the building, Mad Blade held a Barrett Heavy Sniper, adjusting the sights.

He spotted Barton and couldn't help but curse.

"So damn disgusting. Every time I see this pale old face, I want to shoot him."

Beside Mad Blade was Shen Feng.

Shen Feng was fiddling with a set of low-altitude flying monitors, a round ball-like monitoring device capable of releasing over ten hummingbird-like monitors.

This gadget could silently infiltrate any angle of the building, transmitting images to the central controller.

The central controller connected with Ayeses' satellite, channeling through certain means to Alang.

The same monitoring equipment was also with Yang Fei and Helen.

Using Yang Fei's words, the most important aspect of this meeting was not to take down Barton.

But to tear off his fake mask and let the Alang Military completely see through the true face of this despicable villain.

The chapter is incomplete, will be supplemented tomorrow morning.

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