Chapter 86: The Goddess

"Very well!" The woman on the right responded directly, her tone clear and decisive. Yang Fan could tell she was the elder sister, picking up subtle cues from their mannerisms and speech.

"So, you two won't show me your real faces?" Yang Fan smiled, his gaze playful as he looked at them.

"You wish to see what we sisters look like? I'm afraid once you do, you won't simply want to take us in as subordinates." The younger sister on the left replied, her voice laced with a seductive undertone. Even if, at this moment, their appearances resembled that of middle-aged women, there was an aura about them, a presence that ordinary people simply lacked.

"Oh, is that so?" Her words piqued Yang Fan's curiosity, making him truly want to see what they looked like. He had no reason to doubt her; the gaze of the Lady Portrait was infallible—if it called someone a goddess, they would certainly live up to the claim.

"Alright then!" The mischievous younger sister let out a light laugh, then gently peeled away a thin layer from her neck, removing a human-skin mask. It was a simple disguise, costing five hundred apocalypse coins each, used for altering appearances. Yang Fan was surprised they had such a thing, but upon thinking it over, he quickly guessed why.

It must have something to do with treasure chests. Perhaps they had opened a bronze or even a silver chest and received two masks, or they had come into a substantial amount of apocalypse coins and purchased the disguises. With their looks, in the chaos of the apocalypse, they would be at risk, so the masks served to conceal their identities.

Smart, very clever, impressive.

Soon, the younger sister revealed her true face, and Yang Fan couldn't help but gasp. It wasn't that she was extraordinarily beautiful, but she resembled someone—remarkably so, at least seventy or eighty percent alike.

That person was a renowned actress before the apocalypse, Lin Ling. Now, this woman looked almost exactly like her. A classic oval face, delicate skin, waist-length hair, and most strikingly, her eyes—blinking, filled with allure.

"So? Has your intention changed from what it was at first?" Her words carried a potent charm. Yang Fan swallowed hard, then composed himself and replied calmly, "I didn't expect you to look so much like my goddess."

Lin Ling was one of the most beloved idols in China, with millions of fans. Countless people adored her, and Yang Fan was no exception. Many were drawn to her voice, which was so sweet and irresistible that no man could refuse.

"Heh, sister, who would have thought you were his goddess?" Suddenly, the younger sister spoke, nearly causing Yang Fan to drop his jaw. Sister, goddess? Could it be...? Even without Yang Fan's sharp mind, anyone could hear the implication.

"Sister!" The woman on the right spoke abruptly, her tone slightly admonishing. Her voice was exquisitely refined, the most pleasant Yang Fan had ever heard, so different from the coarse tone she used before.

"You truly are..." Yang Fan inhaled sharply again, unable to believe that, in a vehicle like this, he could encounter an international movie star. This... this... he was quite excited, especially when she began removing her mask, and her stunning visage appeared before him.

She was breathtaking, possessed a beauty untouched by the mundane. The famed beauty of Bay River, Lin Ling, stood before him. Yang Fan was thrilled, his excitement mounting as she shook her head, tidied her hair, and gradually his exhilaration calmed.

"Hello, Miss Lin." Unsure what else to say, Yang Fan simply extended his hand. She met his gaze, hesitated not, and shook his hand—a brief clasp, accompanied by mutual smiles.

"Hehe... Are you planning to take us in as subordinates, or...?" The younger sister, spirited and playful, seemed to sense that Yang Fan was not a bad person, so her words were teasing, joking with him.

"Haha, I never expected to meet my god... er, idol here. Quite exciting, I'm Yang Fan. Welcome to NC!" Having settled his nerves, Yang Fan joked, then shook Lin Ling's hand again, and of course, her sister as well.

His doubts vanished. When the apocalypse began, it seemed NC had invited some superstar, among them Lin Ling. Now, with the world in chaos, international stars like them were at risk from countless ill-intentioned people.

Through many twists and turns, they had ended up in this vehicle, waiting to enter the military base, observing and seeking a way to save themselves.

With this realization, Yang Fan connected all the dots. He couldn't help but admire their intelligence and courage. If they had been any other women, they would have collapsed in fear. These two had endured much hardship; reaching this point was no small feat.

"Mr. Yang, you jest." Lin Ling replied with an air of international sophistication. For a moment, Yang Fan was at a loss for words. Facing an international star wasn't about feeling inferior, but rather an indescribable state of mind.

"Hey, seeing my sister has made you speechless, hasn't it?" Lin Ling’s younger sister was not at all afraid to tease Yang Fan, prompting Lin Ling to frown and reprimand her, "Xiao Min, stop talking nonsense! Mr. Yang, I apologize—my sister Xiao Min is not very tactful. Please forgive her."

Lin Ling spoke with an undeniable charm. Yang Fan quickly waved his hand, "No trouble at all, no trouble."

He was determined not to leave a petty impression before his goddess. Drawing a deep breath, Yang Fan explained the matter of the Lady Portrait, inviting the sisters to enter it for training.

Xiao Min eagerly agreed; for someone who loved adventure, how could she resist? Lin Ling, however, was more hesitant. Yang Fan gave them ample time to consider, had them put their masks back on, and ordered the soldiers to bring fresh meat soup for them exclusively.

Faced with delicious food, Xiao Min cried out enthusiastically, devouring without regard for ladylike manners, while Lin Ling elegantly thanked Yang Fan before starting to eat—though soon, her pace quickened as well.

After all, they had been hungry for a long time, never having had a proper meal. Before the meat soup, they had no resistance whatsoever!

Watching the two women, Yang Fan drew a deep breath.

In the apocalypse, whether you are a government official, a movie star, or a socialite, you are nothing but a plaything for the strong...