Chapter 1182: The Clash Behind the Chessboard

The Clash Behind the Chessboard

Just as the stalemate between both sides reached the freezing point, Chancellor Han suddenly stepped forward, blocking between Sun Bumian and Ying Fu.

"I've made Mister Sun laugh... My student is introverted and dull, with a shy personality, and doesn't dare to communicate with people... He just accidentally stood up too anxiously and didn't see Mister Sun walking over. I ask that Mister Sun not take offense."

Chancellor Han's voice was like a spring breeze, lightly covering up the tense atmosphere of drawn swords and bent bows. With an apologetic smile on the corners of his mouth, he bowed in salute to Sun Bumian.

After saying this sentence, he turned his head to look at Ying Fu, pretending to scold:

"How many times have I told you to cause less trouble when out and about... If it weren't for Mister Sun's extraordinary magnanimity this time, he would definitely teach you a lesson! Hurry up and go back to sit properly!"

Ying Fu coldly glanced at Sun Bumian, then slowly took a step, returning to his own seat to sit down.

Ying Fu naturally knew that Chancellor Han stepping forward at this time was precisely to share the firepower for him. Otherwise, if Sun Bumian kept clinging to him without letting go, an accident was bound to happen sooner or later... However, now with everyone staring under the watchful eyes of the public and at the crest of the storm, it was already not very possible for him to want to sneak out again.

After taking his seat, Ying Fu's gaze was like an unsheathed sword, piercing through the crowd and landing directly on the inconspicuous small table directly opposite.

If it was said that seeing Sun Bumian enter the venue just now, Ying Fu only had suspicions about Chen Ling, then after Sun Bumian's unreasonable and vexatious behavior just now, Ying Fu was already able to completely confirm that this person was absolutely the face-changed Chen Ling!

Sun Bumian's actions just now were inevitably guided by Chen Ling behind the scenes... And the purpose was to delay him here.

Now, Chu Changqing was probably in danger...

Sun Bumian saw that Chancellor Han, with a single sentence, lightly plucked Ying Fu out of the situation. His eyes behind the sunglasses instantly narrowed.

"Heh, you speak nicely... Who are you?"

"This old man is Han Shuzhi, I greet Mister Sun." Chancellor Han saluted once more. "I have long looked forward to meeting Mister Sun. Seeing you today, you truly have white hair and a youthful face, with an imposing and dignified bearing."

"Old man? How old are you exactly, to call yourself an old man?" Sun Bumian snorted coldly.

"Han Shuzhi... I remember now. You are Han Wenshu's grandson. Back when that kid Han Wenshu was following behind my butt asking for candied haws, his attitude was much more endearing than yours."

Once this sentence came out, Chancellor Han's cold sweat instantly came down...

With a single light sentence, Sun Bumian pulled a super-seniority upgrade, directly dragging their originally equal identities as banquet guests into elder and Junior. For Sun Bumian to bully him, Han Shuzhi, that would be unreasonable, but if it was a grandfather-generation teaching a grandson a lesson, that could only be called discipline and training. Even Bureau 749 couldn't manage it.

"Alright, alright."

Just as Chancellor Han's brain was operating at flying speed, Sun Zhongliang's voice transmitted over from behind.

Sun Zhongliang was seen holding a wine glass, slowly walking to the two's side,

"Both of you are esteemed guests of our Bureau 749, and Mister Sun also didn't have it easy coming back from the US. It's rare for everyone to gather together today, so let's not have such great anger... Mister Sun, I will have someone take your clothes to be changed right now. Everyone give me some face, and let this matter pass just like this, okay?"

Sun Zhongliang was also very helpless. This banquet hadn't even started yet, and the two with the oldest qualifications had started fighting. Whose fault it was didn't matter; what mattered was that they couldn't let this matter interfere with the moods of all the guests.

"Director Sun's words are too heavy. Mister Sun and I were just chatting, where is there any anger." Chancellor Han immediately spoke up. "However, this matter is indeed my student making a mistake. I, as a teacher, must solemnly apologize to Mister Sun...

"It is truly not easy for Mister Sun to carry forward the Awakened Lion culture overseas alone. We Juniors have long taken Mister Sun as a benchmark. If there's an opportunity in the future, I will definitely bring my student to personally visit and apologize again!"

Since Chancellor Han had spoken to this extent, it naturally wasn't very good for Sun Bumian to act up either. He could only say expressionlessly:

"Personally visiting to apologize is exempted. Later, we'll properly have a few drinks... But you're not allowed to run away halfway through."

"Mister Sun, rest assured on this," Sun Zhongliang laughed. "Mr. Han and I will accompany you to drink together. Tonight, we won't return until we're drunk!"

"I won't get drunk, I'm drinking juice. But you two have to drink alcohol."

Chancellor Han: ...

With matters developing to this point, Chancellor Han already had no way to refuse and could only bite the bullet and agree.

Seeing this, the hand Ying Fu used to hold the teacup clenched slightly...

His gaze looked opposite him at Chen Ling, who was still eating leisurely, his expression somewhat ugly.

Ying Fu was very clear in his heart that on the Chessboard of this clash, his most important Chess Piece had already been silently eaten by Chen Ling... In the first round of exchanging blows, Chen Ling completely occupied the upper hand.

But it was impossible for Ying Fu to Surrender Without a Fight just like this. Even without Chancellor Han, he still had other Chess Pieces he could put to use.

Ying Fu lowered his head, keeping a low profile and pretending to eat, but his fingers gently slid in the corner under the table, as if writing something...

Tiny strokes of a brush formed at his fingertips, then converged into a stroke-worm the size of a little finger. It silently rolled off the corner of the table, and then, bit by bit, crawled toward the distant duo of Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqing.

Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqing did not have such high qualifications in Bureau 749, so their positions were relatively further away. Now that Ying Fu couldn't use electronic devices to transmit messages to them, he could only use this kind of concealed method.

Even if Chen Ling had more methods, he also couldn't intercept this most ancient method of communication.

Right under the observation of Ying Fu's peripheral vision, that stroke-worm inched along bit by bit. Just as it was about to cross the aisle, a lizard's red tongue suddenly spat out from the side, instantly wrapping around the long worm's body, and then with a swish, swallowed it into its belly!

Ying Fu: ?

Ying Fu blanked and turned his head to look over, only to see that under Yao Qing's table, a tiny Embroidery Threads lizard was already crouching there at some unknown time. It was probably also only the size of a little finger. Smacking its lips, it blinked its eyes and looked at Ying Fu, its sluggish pupils incredibly adorkable.

Ying Qing, playing with an Embroidery Needle, cast a dark glance at Ying Fu. Then, he dug around with his hand behind the Embroidery Threads lizard's butt for a long time, and actually dug that stroke-worm out again!

He poked Xiao Chunping sitting in front of him:

"Grandmother! Look quickly! That pretender next to me was secretly releasing bugs and got discovered by me!!"

Ying Fu: ??????

Ying Fu almost forgot that there was still Yao Qing sitting next to him, constantly staring daggers at him... However, with his method so concealed, how did he see it? Furthermore, in such a short amount of time, he embroidered a small lizard specifically to come eat his bug?!

Xiao Chunping turned her head back, took that stroke-worm, carefully turned it over for a moment, and then her gaze leisurely looked towards Ying Fu.

She said indifferently:

"Young man, if you're eating, then eat properly. Don't learn from that teacher of yours, only knowing how to do petty tricks..."

Xiao Chunping casually pinched that stroke-worm to death, threw it into the trash can, and then turned around to continue eating her small hot pot... Yao Qing, on the other hand, turned his head and silently made a face at Ying Fu.

Ying Fu: ...