Volume One, Chapter 94: Playing for High Stakes! Win and Become the Strategist, Lose and Lose Your Head

Lei Aotian and Leng Duanmeng piloted their mechas and landed atop the roof of a seaside resort hotel.

Yin Zhi, as usual, spent most of his time aboard Qiu Tian’s warship. Qiu Tian was a taciturn man, unable to accompany Yin Zhi in drinking or conversation, devoting himself entirely to diligent practice. He believed this was the best way to repay the kindness of his predecessors.

Today, a fleet was set to sail. Li Jian chose a moment to avoid attention and boarded the fleet alone, relying on the garment he wore. He encountered no obstacles and successfully joined the crew.

The final point was the least necessary yet the most crucial. Yu Xing now wanted to accomplish the fifth point, but unfortunately, lacked sufficient prerequisites.

No one on the island knew the origin of the young man who won the treasure map at the auction. Though some coveted the map, they vanished quietly on the island, with none surviving.

“Gongming, you have half a year left as well. Don’t let me down.” Shen Zhong’s gaze lingered on Zhao Gongming, the most valued member of the Qiankun Group to date. He possessed every quality to become a grandmaster of martial arts, provided he was no longer blinded by past grievances.

“Elder He, why not state the nuclear weapon’s password first?” Can Song openly doubted Qin He Xian’s integrity.

In the Death God Sector of Aquarius Constellation in the Southern Star Region, there was an extremely secretive black hole area, nearly lifeless now. Its immense power deterred all from approaching, lest they meet their demise. To this day, no one knows what defies heaven within the black hole.

Baisha had already informed the crew: this mission was only for profit, not for killing. Yet, the consequences for their actions were foreseeable. Baisha had anticipated this, so he could not afford to pause.

The sacred ape beat its chest in excitement and roared, reveling in this battle as never before—previously, it had always been abused by the Iron Demon.

“Of course it sounds good. You inherited your mother’s singing talent—how could it not?” Lan Caiyi replied with a smile.

“We ask not where we come from, nor why we enter. Gatekeeper, please show mercy. We have urgent matters in Shenlong Gorge,” said Yang Feng.

The bespectacled man swiftly drew his gun and pulled the trigger at Yang Feng, but the gun merely clicked softly, failing to fire.

Yang Ming could shatter all manner of spells with his iron fists alone, his power overwhelming and untouched by any technique.

When he used the “Inverted Hanging Man” to dominate Augusta’s soul, he distinctly felt a greater strain than before.

Shi Potian slapped the ground with force, raising a stone wall to block Yun Feixia’s Cloud Palm.

“Alright, try turning it on,” said Father Fang, falling silent as he plugged in the device.

“Now that both sides have exchanged information about their members and gained some understanding, I believe we can proceed to further discussion,” Yang Shu said, clearing his throat after the handshake.

Shao Fei grew increasingly anxious. At his repeated urging, Xu Feiyan slowly awoke from her coma. Though the image was blurred, she recognized that it was Shao Fei holding her.

The bones in the arm were shattered, hanging limp like rubber at the side, trembling with each movement.

The wife’s first reaction was that the uncle had contracted some incurable disease. Dragging him for an examination finally dispelled her doubts. Yet, whenever questioned, the uncle always evaded with vague responses.

Leng Lie heard the voice behind him; were it not for Mo Lian and Tang Yun’s familiarity, he would have dealt with her without hesitation.

Gu Nian’s scalp tightened. She turned to approach the car, unable to suppress the anger rising in her eyes.

Upon learning of her sister’s death, Tian Duo’s younger sister wept bitterly; had someone not supported her, she would have collapsed. The atmosphere was suffocating, with no words spoken, only sighs and the sound of crying.

“Hehe, it’s alright. I’m here.” Ning Jing noticed the displeasure on Li Yun’s face and, not wanting to impose, elegantly took the teapot and poured herself a cup.

Just as she walked over, Zhao Qiao’er spoke up in a somewhat awkward Southern Xiao dialect.

I wonder if Lao Xing and I were too hasty in our judgment. Perhaps Bai Ling is simply introverted and not adept at expressing her emotions. Judging from her swollen eyes, she’s been crying for some time. This shows she truly cares about her parents’ passing.

“If we continue, it’s not impossible—but our Fu family has several important overseas acquisitions pending, which may be affected,” Fu Qingming hesitated.

Her identity was already predetermined; she could not trust others easily, having witnessed too much deceit. She ventured out this time to seek medicine for her mother, only to be targeted by villains who plotted against her. Luckily, she survived a fall from a cliff.

Respect for others can be borrowed in desperate times, but never taken too seriously. Otherwise, one may not even know how they died in the end.

“I have a villa in Liufeng Town with two white horses, both descended from heavenly steeds. I also have ten thousand taels of gold and a thousand inferior spirit crystals. Please spare me!” Han Cheng sobbed uncontrollably.

“Brother Zhou Lei, you have a spiritual treasure. But I only have a flying sword as my magical weapon, nothing else, and my cultivation is just at the seventh layer of Qi training,” Bai Jie thought resentfully after Bai Jie left.

“Your subordinate dares not disobey. Everything is at your command, Your Majesty!” The golden skeleton recalled Wang Hu’s actions a few nights ago and, seeing the current state of the White Bone Spirit, shuddered all over.