pjbooks Chapter 210 Excuse me, sir, you're blocking my way.
Chapter 210 Excuse me, sir, you're blocking my way.
Early the next morning.
The group got up and tidied up.
After the three of them finished their meal, they headed to the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's headquarters on a private hovercraft.
A ship made entirely of jet-black alloy, with smooth yet menacing lines, exuding a violent aesthetic.
When Chen Yifan and his two companions stepped into the ship, Wang Fugui was once again deeply shocked by the extravagance of capitalism.
This isn't a means of transportation; it's clearly a mobile hotel.
Soft carpets, an elegant bar, a separate lounge, and even a small holographic entertainment room.
"Goodness... Is the life of the rich really this simple, unpretentious, and boring?"
Touching the genuine leather sofa, Wang Fugui felt like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Chen Yifan had absolutely no interest in these things.
After boarding the ship, his gaze immediately locked onto Mu Wanqing's figure.
On the other side of Mu Wanqing, a tall figure came into view.
"An old acquaintance."
Chen Yifan's heart stirred slightly.
Zhao Hu.
He was once Wei Ze's capable subordinate.
Zhao Hu also saw Chen Yifan.
His gaze froze for a moment.
This guy was screaming in terror in the dungeon.
The impression was so deep, it was unforgettable.
Although the other party's achievement of becoming the top scorer in Jiangcheng's college entrance examination was somewhat unexpected for him.
However, the inherent impression of them as "greenhouse flowers" is deeply ingrained.
He judged almost instinctively.
"How strong is this guy?"
It has been quite some time since the last wild instance ended.
Only level 27.
Zhao Hu couldn't help but smile contemptuously to himself.
"Hmph, what a piece of trash."
"I don't know what the young lady is thinking."
However, basic etiquette was still maintained on the surface.
He nodded slightly at Chen Yifan.
That counts as having exchanged greetings.
Chen Yifan returned a slight nod, then found a seat by the window and sat down.
He slowly closed his eyes.
He was calm and composed, as if he were conserving his energy.
Lin Xiaoyu also chose a quiet corner, holding the book "The Forbidden Fragments of the Druids," and silently studied it.
The hovercraft started up silently, pierced through the clouds, and flew eastward.
For the past three days, Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu have been working almost non-stop.
Wang Fugui wore the "Ancestral Protection" charm close to his body every day. Apart from eating and sleeping, he would "torture" himself in various ways in an attempt to stimulate the so-called "bloodline resonance".
Although he hadn't succeeded yet, he discovered that his defensive capabilities had indeed made a qualitative leap.
Previously, even taking a normal attack from Chen Yifan would make his blood surge, but now he can remain unfazed.
In his words, he "felt stiff."
Lin Xiaoyu's changes, however, were even more bizarre.
Her aura grew increasingly profound, and occasionally a strange, blood-red light would flash in her clear, cold eyes.
The Bloodthirsty Poison Vine beside her no longer grew larger, but a layer of fine, dark red keratin, resembling snake scales, grew on the surface of its vines.
Chen Yifan had witnessed firsthand how, with just a thought, the tip of a small vine instantly transformed into a sharp dagger, easily piercing the specially made alloy target.
The druidic knowledge of the Flesh and Blood faction is transforming her into a true "plant manipulator".
As for Chen Yifan himself.
In just a few hours, the 100,000 vengeful spirits in the [Touch of the Howler] finally learned what "discipline" meant.
Now, he can control the wails of those souls at will, and even make them sing a song called "Good Days".
Of course, it was done in a tone that could scare people to death.
"Mr. Chen."
Old K's voice interrupted the three of them from their thoughts.
He had been standing there without anyone noticing.
"We are about to arrive in headquarters airspace and are expected to land in ten minutes."
He paused, handed a tablet to Mu Wanqing first, and then walked over to Chen Yifan and handed it to him.
"This is a live view of the entrance to the 'Cage of the Winners'."
Chen Yifan took the tablet.
On the screen, the outline of a colossal city, like a steel behemoth, was displayed, nestled among the mountains.
The city was surrounded by a hundred-meter-high alloy wall, which was covered with a dense array of defensive emplacements and crackling with electricity.
At the city's only entrance, a large square was already crowded with people.
They were in groups of three or five, clearly divided into different factions, obviously participants from different branches.
Among them, the most eye-catching group was undoubtedly the one standing in the very center of the square.
The leader was a tall, white, muscular man over two meters tall with long blond hair and muscles that looked like they were cast in steel.
He was shirtless, wearing only leather pants, and his bronze skin was covered with blue lightning-shaped tattoos.
He simply stood there, and visible arcs of electricity crackled around him, scorching the ground beneath his feet until it was charred black.
Thor.
Even through the screen, you can feel that domineering and extraordinary aura, a violent energy that seems to want to crush everything.
Surrounding him were seven or eight equally imposing subordinates, each of them looking down on the other participants with an arrogant gaze.
"This guy... doesn't look like someone to mess with." Wang Fugui leaned over for a look and couldn't help but click his tongue.
Chen Yifan's gaze did not linger on him for long.
His gaze swept quickly across the square, trying to find other familiar faces.
As expected, Alice Phantom and Ryuichi Onizuka's team did not show up.
Instead, two new teams emerged, seemingly appointed in a time of crisis and noticeably less imposing.
It seems that the European and Japanese branches, in their haste, can only offer backup candidates.
Besides these people, there were also a few groups of different kinds standing scattered around the square.
Some members came from the South American branch, their bodies covered in paint, resembling a group of warriors from a primitive tribe.
There were also mysterious figures from the Middle East branch, their entire bodies shrouded in black robes, with only their piercing eyes visible.
These people, though not as conspicuous as Thor, are all definitely not to be trifled with.
"Looks like we're the last ones to arrive." Chen Yifan turned off the screen, his expression calm.
"Fanzi, after we go down, should we keep a low profile and find a corner to observe the situation?"
Wang Fugui suggested.
He was intimidated by the aura of those big shots on the screen and felt it was safer to play it safe for now.
"observe?"
Chen Yifan glanced at him, then turned to look at Xiang Muwanqing and suddenly smiled.
"Boss!"
"What do you suggest we do?"
……
Ten minutes later.
The massive hovercraft, with a muffled whooshing sound, slowly landed on the plaza at the entrance to the Cage of the Winners.
The "click" sound of the hatch opening instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
A dozen or so gazes, some curious, some scrutinizing, and some disdainful, all focused on the hatch.
They all wanted to see who this grand finale was.
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
A chubby man dressed in top-brand sportswear, who looked honest and simple, was the first to come out.
He seemed a little nervous, walking with his hands and feet moving in unison, looking uneasy.
A hint of disappointment and disdain flashed in everyone's eyes.
That's it?
Immediately afterward, a young woman in a white dress with a cool and aloof demeanor followed him out.
The girl's appearance caught the eye of many.
But the icy aura she exuded, making people hesitant to approach her, was also a deterrent.
Finally, a boy dressed in ordinary black casual clothes, with an unremarkable appearance, who looked like a college student next door, walked out unhurriedly.
He had his hands in his pockets, a warm smile on his face, and looked around curiously, like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.
This is... the person sent by the East Asia branch.
A fat man, an iceberg, and a random passerby?
What about Mu Wanqing?
They're too scared to come?
A suppressed sneer rang out in the square.
"After all that, all you got were these three oddballs?"
"That fat guy looks like a cook. That woman looks like a pretty face. As for the last one... ha, he looks like he's here to carry the bags for the first two."
"Is the East Asia branch out of people? Sending these three little guys to participate in a death game?"
Even Thor, standing at the very center, merely glanced at it disdainfully, a deep sense of disappointment in his eyes.
Why didn't Mu Wanqing come?
Instead, three ants were lined up?
however.
Just when everyone thought that these three "country bumpkins" from East Asia would be so frightened by this scene that they would hide in a corner,
The boy who was leading the group did something that shocked everyone.
He walked straight to the very center of the square.
He walked up to Thor.
They stopped less than three meters away from the "Thor" figure, whose body was crackling with electricity.
The entire square fell silent instantly.
All eyes were focused on this reckless young man.
Thor slowly lowered his head, and for the first time, his sharp blue eyes, like those of a hawk, looked directly at this Easterner who dared to challenge his authority.
"Boy," his voice boomed like thunder, filled with an undeniable sense of oppression, "you'd better have a good reason to stand before me."
Chen Yifan ignored his almost overwhelming aura.
He simply raised his head, his face still bearing that harmless smile.
Then, in front of everyone, he pointed his finger at the scorched ground beneath Thor's feet, which was blackened by the electric arcs.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, in a volume that was not loud but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly:
"Excuse me, sir."
"You're in my way."