Chapter 381: The Old Beggar Appears

The words of the white-haired President echoed endlessly in the council chamber; if Yu Liancheng could hear these words, he would be able to resolve a doubt in his heart.

—So, the Heilong Society was secretly supported by the Bai Gong.

It was precisely because of the support from the Bai Gong that the Heilong Society's development was so rapid and smooth.

The Rakshasa Sect Leader also knew that the Bai Gong stood behind the Heilong Society, which was why he had never assassinated Heilong Siling. Because once Heilong Siling was killed, it would be equivalent to offending the United States Government and being targeted by the United States Government, and the Rakshasa Sect would also be shackled at every turn.

"This is the footage captured that day; you might as well take a look."

As the white-haired President pressed a switch, a group of scientists, military officers, and legislators cast their gazes onto the screen on the wall, watching intently.

On the screen, there was a blurry display of Yu Liancheng annihilating the army and exchanging blows with the Rakshasa Sect Leader.

Destroying a fully armed army with unimaginable speed.

The mere aftermath of the battle destroyed the concession.

Every gesture seemed capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth...

Even though everyone present had long since learned the information about this person, they could not help but feel a sense of disbelief at this moment.

"He is simply the incarnation of the Devil, a Satan walking among humans."

"Can we truly kill such a person?"

"The human body is the most precious treasure; once it receives sufficient development, it is enough to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth."

Seeing the crowd discussing animatedly, the old President clapped his hands to signal for silence, then turned his gaze toward a burly man dressed in military uniform.

This man was tall, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, and his every movement gave people a great sense of oppression; his appearance seemed vaguely similar to Heilong Siling.

"General Bu En, are you confident about this matter?"

General Bu En nodded; his face was cold and stoic, like granite, and his tone was equally hard and icy: "Your Excellency, the President, rest assured, I am very confident about this battle."

"Oh, tell me about it."

"First, Yu Liancheng's refusal to acknowledge the treaty has already touched the interests of the major powers. Furthermore, this person's threat is truly too great, so various countries have dispatched special forces to support this operation."

"Secondly, the former leader of the Heilong Society, 'Jin Taibao', has also contacted me and can act with us. This person has mastered the 'Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art' and can trigger a Heavenly Phenomenon. In terms of strength, he is not much inferior to Yu Liancheng. Once the matter is accomplished, he will regain control of the Heilong Society and requires us to provide a large amount of resources; he is worth trusting."

"In addition, there is the Superman Squad and various new types of weapons ready; as soon as Yu Liancheng enters the ambush circle, we will blast him to death. Even if he can dodge them, we still have the ultimate weapon—the Nuclear Bomb."

At the mention of the "Nuclear Bomb," the crowd's expressions changed one after another.

A legislator said: "Are you crazy? Although the destructive power of a Nuclear Bomb is strong, the aftermath is endless, and what's more, that person is still on Black Dragon Island; once it spreads..."

"Rest assured, I have my own arrangements; I will just lure him to an open area." General Bu En revealed a confident smile.

A few days later, Black Dragon Island.

In an exquisite and elegant room filled with medieval flair.

Yu Liancheng seemed to sense something and looked out the window; a faint warning sign suddenly rose in his heart. Someone wanted to do him harm, but the fluctuation was very dull, and he did not take it to heart.

"What's wrong?" Yunluo Gongzhu, wearing a qipao, lightly made up and possessing a unique charm, asked curiously.

"Nothing." Yu Liancheng shook his head, then casually dropped a chess piece and smiled: "Five in a row, I won."

"Hmph, you're quite something." Yunluo Gongzhu bit her lip with her pearly white teeth; not knowing what she thought of, a blush rose on her jade cheeks.

Yu Liancheng scanned Yunluo Gongzhu up and down, his gaze tangible, and said with a half-smile: "You lost to me again; speaking of which, it's time to wear the bunny girl outfit for me to see, you can't go back on your word."

During this period, Yunluo Gongzhu refused to admit defeat and often sought out Yu Liancheng to play chess. Of course, not just Go.

Xiangqi, international chess, military chess... and even Gomoku, they had played all kinds of chess.

Unfortunately, Yu Liancheng had a mind for calculation; once he understood the rules, it was very hard for him to lose.

And every time Yunluo Gongzhu lost, she had to change her outfit, giving Yu Liancheng a feast for the eyes.

It was just that this time, the bunny girl outfit was truly a bit shameful; Yunluo Gongzhu looked left and right, pretending to be confused and saying: "What are you talking about? I don't know."

Yu Liancheng explained very patiently: "Before the game, we had an agreement; if you lost, you would have to wear the bunny girl outfit for me to see."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did; being a sore loser is not for good children."

"No, I said no means no."

"Stubborn, then I can only use another method to collect the bet."

Yu Liancheng suddenly leaned forward and kissed Yunluo Gongzhu's cherry lips. He discovered that they were not only not hard, but fragrant, soft, and tender, as if they could be broken by a blow.

Yunluo Gongzhu's beautiful eyes widened, and she was at a loss.

She had seen such scenes on television and in magazines countless times, and originally thought it was just four lips touching together, but experiencing it personally, she discovered it was completely different. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted, a wave of numbness.

Yu Liancheng tasted it lightly and said with satisfaction: "This bet is not bad either. How do you feel? I'm not someone who likes to force a sale."

Yunluo Gongzhu's heart was surging, her heart pounding like a deer, her mind a mess; how could she answer?

Yu Liancheng climbed up to that slender waist that could barely be held in one hand, intending to owe a debt for the bet first, but suddenly frowned. He turned his gaze and sighed softly: "You old man, I spent a great deal of effort looking for you and couldn't find a trace, but now you just happen to pop out; it's truly annoying."

"Who... what's going on?" Yunluo Gongzhu suddenly sobered up, looked in the direction of his gaze, and her pupils suddenly dilated.

"Hehe, the two of you can consider the Old Beggar as non-existent."

It was still morning, and a thin mist shrouded 'Qinglong Island'; the faint mist flowed in from the windowsill, rising as if it had spirituality, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a faint human figure, its features still blurry. The voice sounded somewhat old, like an aged elder, yet it seemed to carry a trace of childlike playfulness.

"What is your business here?" Yu Liancheng swept a faint glance over, his pair of pitch-black, deep eyes seeming to have light flowing within them.

"The Old Beggar heard that the little brother was inquiring everywhere about my whereabouts, so I came out to meet you."

That faint figure gradually became clear; not only the facial features but even the textures and wrinkles were revealed, yet it was the appearance of an Old Beggar.

An Old Beggar made of clouds and mist.

"The person Yu Liancheng wanted to find was actually him; what a bizarre martial art." Yunluo Gongzhu's heart stirred.

"What I want to find is your true self, not such an insignificant avatar as this." Yu Liancheng's brows knit together.

"Little brother is joking; this avatar is entrusted with a wisp of my divine sense; is it not a case of 'a white horse is not a horse'?" The Old Beggar wore a smile on his face, appearing unfathomable.

"Hmph, I would like to see what mysterious tricks you are trying to play." Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly reached out his hand to grab at the mist incarnation.