Chapter 132: Trapped Within the Game, Part 12

Zhao Siyi’s words did not cause Gu Yan to flare up instantly. Instead, he first comforted the restless woman in his arms, then smiled and said softly, "Although the Gu family is a modest household, my status is out in the open, whereas the origins of Young Master Zhao are somewhat shrouded in mystery."

Zhao Siyi grasped the implication behind Gu Yan’s words. The smugness that had just been playing across his face vanished instantly at the mention of his mysterious background—the one thing he was most sensitive about. He slammed his wine glass onto the side table and prepared to strike Gu Yan.

Just as Zhao Siyi’s hand was about to descend, Shang Linjun caught his fist, his face darkening as he growled, "You can hit him all you want, but if you hurt the person in his arms..."

He Hao turned his body and observed that the truck that had been bearing down on him had slowed down to drive alongside him. A burly man in a vest leaned out of the driver’s side window, slinging a light machine gun over the frame.

He would certainly not risk offending Fu Chenghao, a man he had always relied upon, just for the sake of a student he had never met.

Perhaps many people who seemed ordinary possessed formidable backgrounds that were not to be trifled with. It was precisely for this reason that although Brother Da was tempted, he weighed the consequences of provoking a tough opponent and shook his head, deciding not to take action.

Jiang Yu’s expression turned grim. As an old fox who had navigated the business world for over a decade, he knew exactly what this implied.

Multiple concentrated forces surged forth in an instant, merging into a slanted, ray-like blast the thickness of a fist, hurtling directly toward An Yicheng.

Seeing Lin Yi shake his head, even the head of the Li family was momentarily baffled, unable to fathom Lin Yi’s intentions or what he hoped to gain from such actions.

One could say they were equipped for land, sea, and air; this was a characteristic of the players, a choice made to ensure they could fight in any environment.

Yang Xu summoned Zhao He and gave him low, whispered instructions. Still uneasy, he repeated them several times. Once familiar with the entire process, Zhao He took five family members and hurried back to Zhao Jiadian.

In Qingshan City, there was no one who dared to cross her. She easily dispatched the hooligans who still had the audacity to bare their claws at a dragon, and with that, it was all over.

The next morning, Yue Feng began his ascent, taking over an hour to reach the summit.

This only further incited the giant python’s fury. It lunged upward, its tail sweeping across the forest. The sheer force of the wind sent Ruo Li reeling back several yards, while the once-lush branches in the forest were obliterated, leaving the surroundings in a state of utter devastation and ruin.

Recalling what Tong Ran had said that afternoon, Chen An felt in an instant that he was not only unable to extricate himself, but that things might be far worse than this.

His hands moved like rolling grindstones, striking in rapid succession, and three massive phantom fists manifested in the void.

Recalling that day, it was Rong Ma who had been responsible for placing the rings on the young masters. Phantom knew that his mother recognized his hands; she must have interfered because she did not know Blue Wanting’s true target.

"Stop it! It might know the whereabouts of Li Huai!" the red-nosed old man shouted to the surrounding cultivators.

"My child, your father does not wish to be an unrighteous man, but do you understand? I must save your mother." What?

Ye Xia dared not pursue him further. His meaning was clear: she could no longer follow him. An Ran was protective of his own, but he would never keep a disobedient person by his side. She knew this better than anyone. She could only watch helplessly as An Ran’s back disappeared into the moonlight, her heart filled with distress.

Now, the distance to the Imperial Capital was nothing more than a split second of space-tearing for him. However, he chose not to head directly to the capital, instead walking into the city slowly, like an ordinary person.

If not for her deep concern for Mo Yu Jingchen and her need to see him wake up, she would have long since collapsed from exhaustion and fallen asleep after a day of such nerve-wracking terror.

Beside him, a man wielding a single-barreled shotgun—the very person Pu Yunsong most wanted to beat to a pulp at that moment—shouted out at a most inappropriate time.

Leng Xiao was a bit tipsy today. Several tables of Eight Banners descendants were boisterously shouting, turning what should have been an elegant banquet into something akin to a street-side food stall in the capital. With people drinking, gesturing, and yelling at the top of their lungs, they couldn't have been more arrogant.