The Urban Dao Child. Chapter 10
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The helicopter flew up, This was the first time Yang Dao had the chance to travel by air. He glanced out of the chopper window and admired the beautiful scenery. He sighed as he observed the beauty. Feng Yun saw this and said, "Young Master, do you feel that the scenery is exquisite?"
Yang Dao nodded while he kept gazing outside the window. He was sixteen this year old, and it was because of his exceptional mind that he could skip grades during his education and even join college at such a young age. But knowledge is never equivalent to experience. He had never experienced air travel. Feng Yun understood this and said, "Young Master, when in future your strength improves, you will travel through the sky on your own."
Yang Dao opened her eyes wide and looked at her. He spoke with a bewildered expression, "Sister Yun, are you kidding me?"
Feng Yun smiled, and she waved her hand, casting a barrier around her. She pressed a button on the armrest, "Keep the chopper steady, I am opening the door to let the Young master enjoy the scenery."
The pilot replied respectfully, "Yes, President."
Feng Yun pressed a small lever on the door of the helicopter. The door opened, and the helicopter shook slightly. Yang Dao was confused at first, then he realized. He saw Feng Yun standing up from her seat. She walked out of the helicopter cabin. Yang Dao would never forget what happened next. He was always believed in reason and science. According to his beliefs, Feng Yun should have fallen down and become a puddle of meat and bones. Yet he was absolutely sure that she was, at this moment, standing in the space with a smile on her pretty face. Her clothes and hair strands fluttering with the air.
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Yang Dao looked behind her and saw that the clouds were shifting, which meant that the chopper was moving. He completely understood now Feng Yun was flying. She was really in the literal sense F-L-Y-I-N-G. As in a bird flying in the sky. He finally understood what it meant when someone said that their worldview collapsed. This scene did the same for Yang Dao. The gorgeous lady came back inside the chopper and closed the door. She wanted to explain what was happening to the boy in front of her, but she sensed him falling into a state of comprehension.
Although it was sudden she was not surprised at all. Yang Dao differed from others, he was blessed by the heavens. He was the Dao Child. The helicopter landed on the tallest building within twenty Kils. One kils in this world could be equal to five kilometers of earth. This magnificent building was 178 floors tall. It was a giant made of steel and concrete. The outside of this building was covered with red shiny stone plates. These stone plates were all made from powdered ruby gems. Yes, powdered. Feng Yun bought rubies in bulk, then she had them ground into a fine powder. Then thanks to the industrial help. She had them all melted and frozen into plates. Only this idea was enough to shake the definition of the wealthy in Liro. Imagine the impact when this edifice was covered in these plates overnight. It made the wealthy realize that their wealth was a speck of dust compared to Feng Yun's.
The helicopter landed with no shocks. This was the latest custom-made vehicle owned by Feng Yun, so obviously it was the ultimate transport. The guard on the helipad opened the door and was about to greet Feng Yun when she gestured him to keep quiet with a poker face. She got off the chopper and arranged for her secretary to wait on Yang Dao. The secretary was a middle-aged woman. She had maintained herself very well, looking like she was in her late twenties. This beautiful OL was called Mary Wilson. She had a brownish complexion with a curvy figure. Many people would fantasize about her but they do not dare to look at her because not only is this lady a close confidante of the president, but she was also an expert in close combat.
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Once, she was pestered by second-generation silk pants. In fifty seconds, she had turned that guy into a vegetable for life. She was very brutal in her treatment. She broke his hands, legs, and ribs in multiple places. The next morning she told Feng Yun about this incident and what happened next could be imagined. Feng Yun had that guy's father on his knees. Since then she has become only a fantasy & no approach entity.
Mary stood on the terrace for two hours. Suddenly she felt the air around her change. Inside the chopper cabin, Yang Dao comprehended first level air control. He waved his hand and the airflow changed. He was surprised, then he became ecstatic. He checked his surroundings and found that Feng Yun was not here. He glanced outside the window. Mary was also looking at the window. She saw Yang Dao looking around. She understood that he was confused about his surroundings. She thought that this guy fell asleep and her boss did not want to disturb him. So she waited on him. This was a bit undigestible, but what can she do.
Yang Dao opened the cabin door and stepped down on the golden steps. He came outside and asked Mary, "Hello, ma'am, can you tell me where is Sister Yun?"
After hearing this sentence, Mary felt like she was struck by a lightning strike. Who was this kid who addressed the President as his sister? She hurriedly replied, "Young Sir, please come with me. President is waiting for you in her office. She had something urgent to deal with, so she left in a hurry. I am Mary, a secretary to the President. I am here to lead you to her."
Yang Dao smiled and expressed his gratitude to the lady before following her into an elevator.
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