Chapter 89: The Final Lunch?!

Su Ming chugged down an entire bottle of Source Blood.

The overwhelming life force washed over his aching soul, finally forcing that sea‑raging suffocating feeling down.

"Damn..."

Su Ming muttered a curse.

That eye—what level of being is it really?

Even the proud Blood Clan King on the Crimson Throne is evasive when it's mentioned, claiming to be an Actor?!

Some…

Exaggerated!

"I've finally figured out one thing..."

"That is..."

"Some things just can't be understood!"

Su Ming unlocked his phone; it was already close to eleven a. m.

He opened the forum.

The situation was pretty much the same as when he was sleeping.

Most people were wailing, demanding why the altar had vanished, sinking into fear and madness.

Human nature is just like that.

When disaster becomes routine.

The sudden "normalcy" becomes the greatest horror.

A hot thread hung high—

"Mid‑Autumn Festival, the altar is on a one‑day holiday, no problem!"

Su Ming twitched his mouth, turned off the phone, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Chi Hong, upright in posture, was standing guard outside the door.

Seeing him emerge, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He had heard the commotion in the bedroom just now, but asked nothing.

That's the awareness of being a soldier!

"We still have some time; let's get something to eat first..."

Su Ming massaged his throbbing temples.

Before his words finished, the phone rang abruptly.

Caller ID—

Zhao Gang!

Su Ming's eyes were complicated.

The Blood King's final warning rang in his ears like a demonic chant, echoing wildly in his mind.

"Don't trust anyone!"

Zhao Shu... could he be part of a scam?

He was silent for two seconds, then finally pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Su! I just came back from a Black Shadow branch; something's seriously off!"

On the other end, Zhao Gang's voice was pressed low.

"Those leaders have each changed their temperament; the meetings just stress that we keep a low profile!"

"I feel... something big is happening!"

On this side, Su Ming smiled.

Can anything not turn into a disaster?

The painstakingly run chemical plant base was uprooted, and the resident Eagle Lord was annihilated...

Even the K-type altar, which he poured immense effort into, became his wedding dress.

Including Miss Yan, whose fragrance vanished and jade shattered, dead beyond death.

The entire Black Shadow organization has probably blown up.

"By the way, Mr. Su!"

Zhao Gang's tone shifted, carrying a cautious hope.

"Today... is Mid‑Autumn."

"My spouse, Xing He, and I would like to invite you to our home for a simple lunch at noon, so the whole family can celebrate together!"

"Would that be convenient for you?"

Su Ming fell silent again.

While listening to the sincere invitation on the other end, the cold giant eye that had loomed over everything in his dream flashed through his mind.

Scam...

Everything is a scam...

Could this Mid‑Autumn family dinner be a banquet set against him?

"Fine."

Su Ming's Adam's apple rolled, and he finally uttered the word.

He will keep the Blood King's words in his heart.

But he will never treat them as imperial edicts!

Whether true or false, human or ghost, loyal or treacherous, one must still rely on one's own eyes!

"Besides, I'll bring a friend over."

Since the Artists have been rehearsing for so long, and have even cleaned up the stage, they're waiting to perform.

That naturally is...

The more people, the livelier!

"Great!"

Zhao Gang's voice was full of joy.

"Then I'll go prepare right away! You and your friend can just come over directly!"

He hung up the phone, and Su Ming stood still, his gaze deep.

He pulled out the bank card confiscated from Zhang Yang.

Zhao Gang's recycling station venture had just started, and it inevitably needed seed capital.

Sell altar fragments again?

Impossible!

Back then those two pieces, one was for emergency.

And also to showcase a bit of his own strength, to make Zhao Gang think about serving him!

The second piece was purely to let Zhao Gang strike the brick that leads into Black Shadow!

"These money, finally comes at the right time!"

Besides that...

Su Ming's mind shifted, and the Dingding Chess Piece made of starlight floated into his palm.

The world is a chessboard, all beings are the pieces!

He can assign it to fifteen targets!

【Chariot, Horse, Cannon, Elephant, Advisor, Soldier】!

Zhao Gang was the first piece he placed.

Naturally, he needed to give him a title.

"Advisor..."

Su Ming muttered to himself.

Close Attendant Alert: When moving toward the Dingding Chess Piece holder, speed doubles, and observation/reverse-observation ability is enhanced!

This ability is tailor‑made for the lurking one!

"It's settled then."

Su Ming put away the Dingding Chess Piece, then looked at the silent‑as‑a‑mountain Chi Hong beside him.

"Your armor is too eye‑catching, can it be concealed?"

Chi Hong heard that, but said nothing.

Action speaks!

The next moment, that Crimson Heavy Armor, stained with blood and covered in fierce battle scars,

melted like ice and snow, turning into countless red specks that sank beneath his skin.

A perfect body appeared before him: broad shoulders, narrow waist, upright posture, and eight clearly defined abdominal muscles.

"..."

Su Ming's eyelid twitched.

"I'll send you back to Jin City; you'll be a huge hit!"

He returned to his bedroom, dug out a set of his own sportswear from the closet, and tossed it over.

"Put it on!"

"From now on, wherever you are, call me Mr. Su."

"Now, I'll take you to meet my friend, so you can learn about the local customs here."

Chi Hong clumsily took the cloth, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Friend?!

This New King...

Seems really different from those previous kings!

…

The two walked out of the Slaughterhouse, one ahead of the other.

The sky was already completely bright.

Su Ming looked up at the azure sky.

Eye of Truth activated!

Everything in his field of view was being analyzed and reconstructed.

However, there was nothing.

The terrifying eye in the dream that enveloped everything, freezing even souls...

Did not exist at all!

"It was watching in the dream, yet at this moment it didn't notice us? That's hard to explain..."

"Or perhaps... it hid even deeper?!"

"Heh..."

Su Ming withdrew his gaze and smiled.

Just adding needless trouble!

Along the way, the two of them talked a lot.

Su Ming asked something, and Chi Hong answered something.

Their understanding of the Ten Thousand-Year Chess Game deepened a few more points.

Soon, they reached the city district.

The pedestrians on the street were noticeably a bit more than a few days ago.

The festive joy, the disappearance of the altar, and the habits of these days made people's vigilance in their hearts…

It fell to the lowest!

…

11:30 a. m.

Su Ming, with Chi Hong, knocked on Zhao Gang's house door.

"Here I am, here I am!"

The one who opened the door was Zhao Gang's wife Liu Jing, who warmly welcomed the two inside with a face full of enthusiasm.

In the living room, Zhao Gang was busy in the kitchen.

Recovered Xiao Xinghe sat on the sofa, hugging a little bear plush, quietly watching TV.

Upon meeting again, the spirit and demeanor of this family of three were already worlds apart.

From black‑and‑white silent film.

It turned into a brilliant color movie!

"Mr. Su! Welcome, welcome! Who is this?"

Zhao Gang wiped his hands and hurried over from the kitchen.

"My friend, surname Chi!"

Su Ming gave a brief introduction.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Chi! Sit quickly, sit quickly! The dishes will be ready soon!"

At the dining table.

The dishes were abundant, and the aroma filled the nose.

Su Ming, looking at this lively and warm scene, felt a fleeting daze.

When the foolish dad and the genius mom were still around, the home was also like this.

As for Chi Hong beside him, he had been somewhat uneasy since entering.

He sat upright, feeling the atmosphere that clashed with his memory.

He heard this family of three express heartfelt gratitude to Mr. Su.

The little girl named Xing He not only sliced an apple for Mr. Su, but also gave him one.

This one… seems to need to be a bit larger!

"Mr. Su, I toast you with a glass!"

Zhao Gang lifted his wine glass, his eyes reddening.

"Forget the wine, there's something in the afternoon."

Su Ming smiled, waved his hand, and lifted a juice glass.

Before everything settled, he must stay one hundred percent sober.

At the dining table, Zhao Gang and his wife kept recounting amusing stories about Xing He's recovery.

Su Ming could feel that this joy was sincere, not feigned.

If this is also a scam…

Then this acting is overly supermodel!

In the warm atmosphere, the dinner gradually drew to a close.

The living‑room TV was broadcasting the noon news.

Suddenly!

Zila—zila‑la—!

The image on the TV screen flashed violently and twisted instantly.

Finally…

It froze into a snowflake.

A noisy, sharp electric crackle suddenly rang throughout the living room.

"Hmm? Is the TV broken?"

Zhao Gang turned his head in confusion, about to get up and check.

But Su Ming quickly pressed his arm.

A warning bell rang in his heart, his gaze sharp as a knife!

Beside him, Chi Hong's expression was equally tense, with invisible killing intent spreading!

Something's off!

The performance might…

Have started?!