Chapter 175: P'd, It's Definitely P'd!

In the great hall.

Carter watched Watanabe silently.

When Watanabe Junichi heard "The Dragon Nation has pulled the record to 1 minute 50 seconds," his mind instantly went blank.

"Nani?"

His eyes widened suddenly, and he shook his head frantically:

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!"

"My lord Carter, you must have heard wrong! Or someone is lying!"

Watanabe Junichi cried out in panic:

"1 minute 50 seconds? My lord Carter, how is this possible!"

"You also know that Team Fubens are all mechanism-based; no matter what, it is impossible to achieve this record."

Carter looked at Watanabe and sneered.

Then, he gave a nod to the young man beside him.

The young man nodded, then took a tablet computer and held it before Watanabe.

"Look for yourself."

Carter said coldly.

Watanabe Junichi, his hands trembling, took the tablet computer.

When he saw the picture on the screen clearly, he froze completely.

On the screen was a high-definition photo of the spatial rift of the 【Dragon Burial Snowfield】 Team Fuben.

There are at least a dozen such spatial rifts for this Team Fuben worldwide.

The Beautiful Nation has one.

And above that spatial rift was the record of Lin Mo and the others.

【First Place: Long Xu Ban (Lin Mo...), Time: 01 minute 50 seconds!】

"No... this isn't real..."

Watanabe Junichi's face turned deathly pale.

He suddenly raised his head and shouted:

"This is absolutely photoshopped! My lord Carter! Think about it, a record of less than 2 minutes, does that make sense?"

"They pulled the record down by seven times! This is impossible to achieve! Fake!"

"Is that so?"

Carter gave another nod to the young man beside him.

That person stepped forward and tapped a few times on the tablet.

On the screen, it switched to the live surveillance footage of the 【Dragon Burial Snowfield】 Team Fuben entrance in the Beautiful Nation.

That glaring record hung high above the rift.

"Live surveillance footage, Lord Watanabe, or do you think surveillance can be faked too? Do you want to go see for yourself?"

Carter looked down at Watanabe, his tone icy.

"..."

Watanabe Junichi's throat bobbed; he couldn't speak a single word.

Cold sweat kept breaking out.

How could this be?

This record...

What exactly is going on?

Is this really a result humans can achieve?

Pulling the record down to under two minutes all at once?

Even back when I was at this level, even without mechanism hindrances, I couldn't achieve such a record...

"Watanabe."

Carter walked up to Watanabe and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I just reported your Ying Nation's merit to the Family Elders Council and requested rewards for you."

"And the result?"

"I just finished speaking, and the next moment the Dragon Nation people took the record back?"

Carter's large hand suddenly tightened.

Watanabe trembled in pain but dared not make a sound.

"Watanabe, oh Watanabe, do you think I can still hold my head high before the Family Elders Council in the future?"

"Ah?!"

Carter suddenly shouted loudly.

Watanabe immediately crashed to the ground with a thud.

A pungent smell spread out.

Extreme fear made him wet his pants right there.

"My lord Carter, spare my life! Spare my life!!"

Watanabe Junichi kowtowed frantically, blood streaming down:

"I really don't know what happened!"

"This must be an accident! The Dragon Nation people discovered a loophole in this Team Fuben, causing all mechanisms to fail! Yes! It must be like that!"

"Lord Carter, you can't blame us for this! After all, we did break a record that Dragon Nation hadn't broken in fifty years…"

Looking at Watanabe Junichi in this state.

Carter suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Look, look what you've scared our dear Lord Watanabe into."

Carter sat back down on the sofa, pulled a cigar from the cigar box beside him, and the young man at his side immediately stepped forward to light it for him.

He took a deep drag, blew out a thick ring of smoke, and his tone seemed to soften a little:

"Alright, Watanabe, get up."

"This record was taken back by the Dragon Nation people, and the methods were indeed rather bizarre."

"But no matter what, your Ghost God crowd still hold the records for the other two Dragon Nation team Fuben."

Carter casually waved his hand:

"That's not bad either."

"It's fine, at worst the reward we promised you before will just be a little less."

"I, Carter, have always been a magnanimous person."

Hearing Carter say this.

Watanabe Junichi felt as if he'd been granted a great reprieve.

His taut heart-string suddenly loosened, and his whole body went limp on the ground.

"Many thanks to Lord Carter for your magnanimity! Many thanks to Lord Carter for not killing me!"

He wiped the cold sweat and blood from his forehead, thanking profusely.

Thanking his lucky stars that he'd gotten his dog's life back.

Carter quietly stared at Watanabe, then took a sharp drag of his cigar.

"However…"

Hearing this, Watanabe's heart instantly clenched.

Carter turned his head and exchanged a glance with the young man beside him, and a cruel, twisted smile spread across both their faces.

"Lord Watanabe, for the next few days, don't go back to Ying Nation. Stay on this island and enjoy yourself properly."

"This…"

Watanabe Junichi swallowed hard, forcing out a smile uglier than crying:

"Lord Carter, your gracious invitation, I really shouldn't refuse."

"But… there's still a pile of matters back home waiting for me to handle, and the Prime Minister is still waiting for my report…"

Watanabe Junichi wore an apologetic, ingratiating smile:

"How about… could I take a special flight back tonight? Next time, next time I'll definitely pick out some top-quality 'tribute offerings' and deliver them personally to keep you company…"

Carter listened to Watanabe's words, his eyelids lifting slightly.

The smile vanished from his face instantly, replaced by a suffocating coldness.

"Lord Watanabe, are you… refusing me?"

Watanabe Junichi's whole body gave a sudden shudder.

He keenly detected that flash of killing intent in Carter's eyes.

That expression of switching faces in an instant — he knew it only too well!

The Adams family had always been capricious; human lives in their eyes were worth less than cats or dogs.

"No no no! Absolutely not!"

Watanabe Junichi was so scared he waved his hands frantically, hurriedly explaining:

"Lord Carter, you've misunderstood! How would I dare refuse your kind invitation!"

"Being able to stay on the island and receive your hospitality is the greatest honor of my life, Watanabe Junichi! How could those trivial matters back home compare to Lord Carter's invitation!"

Looking at Watanabe's fawning, begging appearance.

"That's more like it."

Carter smiled again. "Then stay. Enjoy yourself properly these next few days."

He took another deep drag of his cigar, blowing out thick smoke:

"If, I mean if…"

"If over the next few days, those remaining two records also get taken back by the Dragon Nation people…"

Carter bared his teeth in a grin, flashing a row of bone-white teeth:

"I've heard you people of Ying Nation have a traditional art called 'seppuku,' right?"

"When the time comes, you'll perform it for us."

"I haven't seen it yet."

Having said that.

Both Carter and the young man beside him burst out laughing.

Watanabe Junichi was completely dumbfounded.

Sep…

Seppuku?

"No no no! Lord Carter!"

Watanabe Junichi scrambled forward on hands and knees:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"The Dragon Kingdom could only achieve such an absurd record by exploiting a loophole in the 'Buried Dragon Snowfield' Team Fuben!"

"They might exploit a loophole in one Team Fuben, but they absolutely could not exploit loopholes in three Team Fubens simultaneously!"

"As for the other two records, the Dragon Kingdom people absolutely cannot take them back!"

Hearing this, Carter burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! Very good, very good. I hope so."

He stood up, stretched, and cast his gaze once more at those Ying Kingdom girls, his eyes blazing with lust.

"Enough of these mood-killing topics."

"Everyone, let us continue the revelry."