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Chapter 122 I'm Not Safe Either
Room 2608 of a hotel in Beijing.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of the China World Trade Center cast Zhuge Qing's figure into a solitary silhouette.
"Drip drip..."
The words "Wang Ye" flashed on the phone screen like relentless drumbeats.
He hovered his fingertip for a moment before finally swiping to answer the call.
"Hello?" Zhuge Qing's voice carried a deliberately maintained distance.
Wang Ye's voice pierced through the radio waves, carrying an unusual, almost burning anxiety that threatened to pierce the receiver: "Listen to me! Ma Xianhong is definitely not right! Biyou Village is a bottomless vortex! You can't go! You absolutely can't go!"
Zhuge Qing's knuckles, gripping the phone, instantly tightened and turned white.
A sense of humiliation—being looked down upon, rejected, and treated as a vulnerable person in need of protection—instantly overwhelmed the dam of reason!
Wang Ye's "concern" was nothing short of the most grating mockery to him at this moment—as if to say, "You, Zhuge Qing, can't see through the danger and need me, Wang Ye, to remind you!"
You, Zhuge Qing, can't handle Ma Xianhong, so you need me, Wang Ye, to protect you!
A short, sharp laugh, chilling and icy, escaped from Zhuge Qing's lips, sounding particularly jarring in the empty suite.
He turned abruptly, his back to the dazzling yet cold city nightscape, a storm raging deep within his icy blue pupils.
"Master Wang," his voice suddenly rose, each syllable like a sharp icicle, "is Ma Xianhong in danger?"
He paused, his tone brimming with sarcasm and anger:
"I, Zhuge Qing—am not safe either!"
"I will walk my own path. Whether it brings fortune or misfortune, I will bear it myself! No need for you, my 'great man' Master Wang, to trouble yourself!"
Before he could finish speaking, he pressed the hang-up button hard with his thumb!
"Beep...beep...beep..."
Zhuge Qing maintained the posture of holding his phone, his chest heaving violently, a chilling rage surging through his body. The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window reflected his face—still with that incomparably handsome appearance, but his eyes burned with an almost obsessive ferocity.
Wang Ye's warning not only failed to pull him back, but instead acted like a bucket of oil, completely extinguishing the raging flame in his heart called "proving himself".
He absolutely had to go to Biyou Village! He wanted to see if this Divine Refinement Hundredfold Technique, this so-called "New Heaven," could truly trap him, Zhuge Qing!
Furthermore, we must make it clear to Wang Ye and everyone else that Zhuge Qing is no ordinary person!
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"Hey? Lao Qing? Zhuge Qing! Damn it!"
Hearing the cold, grating busy tone coming from his phone, Wang Ye stood in that dimly lit alleyway still filled with the stench of rotting garbage, so angry that he almost crushed the new phone in his hand!
He slammed his fist hard against the mottled, damp brick wall beside him!
A muffled thud echoed, and the falling plaster covered his hands.
"That stubborn donkey!"
Wang Ye growled, veins throbbing on his forehead. Zhuge Qing's resolute words, laced with biting sarcasm, were like demonic whispers, repeatedly tearing at his nerves.
Pride? Self-respect? In the face of the bottomless murky waters of Biyou Village, these things are nothing!
Ma Xianhong's intelligence capabilities, ruthless methods, and bizarre attitude toward the successors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills all exude an extremely dangerous signal!
Zhuge Qing's journey is tantamount to a lamb entering a tiger's den!
Anxiety, like countless cold vines, instantly entwined Wang Ye's heart, tightening its grip ever more.
He scratched his already disheveled hair in frustration, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His footsteps made the concrete floor rustle.
Zhang Chulan? That kid is still within the company system, he's too deeply involved, and he's too far away to help in an immediate crisis.
A company? Accessible everywhere? Even more impossible!
The situation in Biyou Village is unclear, and Ma Xianhong's attitude is ambiguous. Rashly involving the company will only make the situation more complicated and dangerous, and may even directly ignite a conflict, putting Zhuge Qing in an even more dangerous situation!
Names flashed through my mind, only to be quickly rejected.
That guy who acts erratically but whose abilities are like a human catastrophe!
A monster that wields world-destroying power!
More importantly—he has freedom of movement, is incredibly strong, and... fast enough!
"Damn it... I'm going to try anything, even if it's a dead end!"
A fierce, desperate light flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, and he no longer hesitated!
Wang also found the number labeled "Mobile Nuclear Power Plant (Dial with Caution)"!
The fingertips fell heavily!
beep - beep -
Every second that the busy signal rang felt like an eternity.
Wang Ye's heart was in his throat as he waited anxiously.
Outside the alley, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to be infinitely distant, and the whole world was left with only his pounding heartbeat and the monotonous busy tone.
"Hello? Lao Wang?" A clear, slightly cynical young male voice rang out, with a background sound that seemed to include the faint crackling of an electric arc and the faint... subway announcement?
"Boss Lin!" Wang Ye practically shouted, his voice hoarse from extreme tension, "It's an emergency! Help!"
There was an instant silence on the other end of the line.
Even the faint crackling sound of electricity disappeared for a moment.
"...Location."
Lin Shen's voice suddenly turned cold, and his cynicism vanished instantly, leaving only a sharp, steely quality!
The noise from the subway in the background seems to be rapidly receding into the distance.
"Zhuge Qing is in danger! He's been tricked into going to Biyou Village by a disciple of the Eight Extraordinary Skills named Ma Xianhong! That place is a den of dragons and tigers!"
Wang Ye spoke very quickly, “Divine Machine Refinement! That guy can create extremely terrifying combat puppets! Old Qing is trapped in it all by himself! I can’t stop him!”
“Biyou Village? Ma Xianhong? Divine Craftsmanship Refinement?” Lin Shen repeated them softly, seemingly pondering the weight of these names. Then, a sharp, chilling laugh came through the receiver:
"Hmm...Eight Extraordinary Techniques? Sounds pretty cool! Send me the address!"
"I don't know the exact location!" Wang Ye said anxiously. "That guy Ma Xianhong is very well hidden! All we know is that it's called Biyou Village!"
"Tsk, troublesome..." Lin Shen clicked his tongue, but there was no trouble in his tone. Instead, there was a kind of eager excitement in his voice. "No problem! Where are you? Give me your coordinates!"
"I live behind the China World Trade Center, in XX alley!"
Before he finished speaking——
Sizzle—Boom!
A deafening explosion occurred, not from the phone's earpiece, but from the deepest part of the night sky above Wang Ye's head!
Wang Ye suddenly looked up!
A blindingly bright, bluish-white bolt of lightning tore through the heavy night sky!
The lightning bolt didn't strike straight down; instead, it drew a violent yet precise zigzag line in the air, carrying a world-destroying force as it crashed down towards the alley where Wang Ye was!
"Holy crap!" Wang Ye's pupils shrank sharply, and almost instinctively, the Qimen formation under his feet instantly unfolded. The Xun position flashed with blue light, and his body turned into a blur as he rushed backward!
Boom——! ! !
A violent bolt of lightning slammed down on the spot where Wang Ye had just been standing!
There was no flying debris or cracking earth as expected! The extremely violent energy was forcibly restrained and condensed by a miraculous force just before it hit the ground!
The blinding lightning rapidly collapsed and shaped itself inwards, like liquid!
A tall, slender figure, like a god born from lightning, stood silently in the center of the scorched ground, still crackling with tiny arcs of electricity.
"Old Wang! Give me directions!"
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