Chapter 1787

Ximen Wudi looked at the screen and smiled as he pressed the reply button.

At this moment, Ximen Wudi's lips curled up, revealing a confident smile.

Behind that smile lay intense mockery.

He already had a clear idea in his mind.

"Lopez, Lopez, since you've come, don't expect to leave alive," Ximen Wudi muttered coldly in his heart.

He dared to come alone precisely to draw the other side's attention!

Lopez was a ruthless, ambitious figure; if such a person had no hidden tricks, it would be strange indeed.

Such people always love to dig traps for their enemies! Their traps are always perfectly placed!

Ximen Wudi's eyes were deep and boundless—no one could fathom his thoughts!

Yet at this moment, Ximen Wudi saw a familiar figure.

"Huh? How did she get here?" Ximen Wudi's lips curved upward; he set down his wineglass and cigarette butt, stood up, and walked onto the deck, gazing in a certain direction.

The slender figure in a red dress stood on the fishing boat's deck, her long hair tousled by the sea wind.

Her profile was exquisitely beautiful, her gaze soft and tranquil.

It was Lin Aoxue.

She had come to Huaxia to find her husband.

"Aoxue, I'm almost in Huaxia—we'll meet soon," Ximen Wudi saw Lin Aoxue and felt a warm surge in his heart.

He longed to leap onto her ship and embrace his Miss.

But now was not the time.

What he needed to do was fish.

"Hey, Aoxue, where are you? I'm nearly at Huaxia's waters," Ximen Wudi called out across the distance.

Lin Aoxue looked at the calm ocean, her lovely face expressionless; she merely parted her Zhu Chun and spoke softly: "Don't rush to land—I'm waiting for you on this Haidao."

After speaking, Lin Aoxue turned and walked back into the cabin.

She knew she could never be separated from Ximen Wudi in this life; so she bravely acknowledged her feelings, bravely loved him, and accompanied him until the end of time.

It was an indescribable resolve, a warmth and sweetness radiating from deep within her heart.

The Lin Young Lady was willing to maintain friendly relations with every male on earth, including those who desired her but could never win her.

Of course, if anyone dared to use force, Lin Aoxue had no objection to reducing the world's male population by thirty percent.

"I hope we can return together," Lin Aoxue murmured.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning split the night sky, followed by thunder roaring across the sea!

A violent storm of wind and rain descended!

Towering waves surged across the ocean!

…………

"General, we've arrived."

Ximen Wudi spoke into his phone screen, then shut off the communicator.

In truth, during that sudden storm, he hadn't heard what Lin Aoxue said, nor even caught the number clearly—but Ximen Wudi knew he had already vaguely understood her meaning.

"Good," Ximen Wudi said, then stepped onto the sea surface, levitating instantly, shooting forward over ten meters like a cannonball toward the deserted island!

"General, he really dares to come—I think we can keep him on the ship!" this subordinate said: "That way, we can avoid casualties!"

"You know nothing," Lopez glanced coldly at the subordinate, his eyes brimming with mockery, showing not the slightest regard.

To this subordinate, his General's high intelligence could surely crush Ximen Wudi, a brute—how could he fail to see his own strategy?

"General, this guy is definitely dead—should we send a few snipers to ambush him? Our manpower is limited…" the subordinate continued, his heart filled with resentment—he'd expected the General's presence to bring him glory, but dealing with just a traitor of the Golden Family required such effort? Was he being driven mad?

Lopez said calmly: "I'll handle him myself. No help needed from you."

"Fine, if you want to do it yourself, then do it—I'm just a little arm that can't twist a big thigh," the subordinate said.

He didn't know that Lopez had come here personally solely to eliminate Ximen Wudi.

Lopez was desperate to kill this bastard.

"This bastard."

Lopez stopped his vessel by the shore, then stepped into a submarine.

Inside the submarine, a black figure sat leaning back in a chair, eyes closed, resting; hearing the noise, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lopez: "My friend, why are you visiting me tonight?"

The black figure spoke—he appeared to be in his late twenties, dressed casually, with dark skin and a lean, tall build.

This must be Kesi Dilin, the fourth-ranked supreme combatant of the Dark World.

He was Lopez's sworn brother-in-arms, having shared life and death with him.

Lopez looked at Kesi Dilin and shook his head: "Kesi Dilin, I must warn you: don't oppose the Solar Temple—they're beings even I dare not provoke."

Upon hearing this, Kesi Dilin paused slightly, then burst into laughter: "My friend, are you serious? Even if Apollo is powerful, can he stand against Zeus and the King of Gods, Gatusso, united? You're overestimating him!"

"There's much you still don't understand," Lopez regarded him calmly: "I've come here with sincerity."

Kesi Dilin laughed: "Oh? What's this about? Are you trying to persuade me to abandon the Solar Temple and ally with you?"

"Not alliance—surrender," Lopez glanced around the environment, then added: "I intend to sign a treaty with the Solar Temple. From now on, the Western Dark World will be ruled by the Solar Temple. You and your Dark Mercenary Corps will all submit to the Solar Temple—never defy it again, or it becomes your enemy."

"Heh, have you been drinking?" Kesi Dilin sneered: "Such blunt words might work on others, but…"

Here he suddenly fell silent, narrowing his eyes at Lopez, a dangerous glint flashing from them.

"You have objections?" Lopez asked, as if he'd already anticipated this answer.

"No, I don't doubt this is your provocation—but your provocation has zero effect on me," Kesi Dilin shook his head: "Besides, this isn't even a real offer—it holds no appeal for me."

"Are you certain you can withstand such a temptation?" Lopez retorted.

"Of course I can." Kesi Dilin said as he stood up, stretched his body, and loosened his joints: "Although I suffered heavy injuries, I'm still very much looking forward to a scene like this."

Lopez heard this and gave a slight nod: "Worthy of being the Dark Jesus."

"Your skills are a bit stronger than I imagined." Kesi Dilin said: "Perhaps you are only a hair's breadth away from the peak realm."

Lopez shook his head: "That hair's breadth of distance, I cannot cross over."

After pausing for a moment, Lopez continued: "But, if you are willing to cooperate with me, then that would be another matter entirely."

"Cooperate with you? What do you mean?"

"I know you like the jianghu world of Huaxia; there are many martial arts treasures here, from which you can draw a great deal, but if you want to become a top-tier expert, you must first defeat Apollo, right?" Lopez said.

Upon hearing Lopez's words, Kesi Dilin's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Yes, I do indeed want to defeat him, but not limited to now." Kesi Dilin's eyes lowered: "If it weren't for the fact that I suffered heavy injuries, then Apollo could not possibly be my opponent."

"Can you do it now then?" Lopez retorted: "Even if your injuries were fully healed, I'm afraid you still wouldn't have such odds of winning, would you?".

Kesi Dilin fell silent.

Seeing this, Lopez smiled: "You don't need to answer, because I already know your answer in my heart."

After pausing for a moment, Lopez said: "However, I do have another idea; you might as well give it a try."

"Oh? Let's hear it?" Kesi Dilin said.

"You and I join forces to deal with Apollo together. I know that this time, in your clash in Europe, neither of you could gain the upper hand." Lopez said.

"I do indeed think so." Kesi Dilin said: "But that doesn't mean I will join forces with you."

"I know you will refuse, but I believe you must certainly be interested." Lopez said.

"State your bargaining chip." Kesi Dilin said.

He is the Dark Jesus, possessing an extremely proud psychology; whether facing enemies or himself, it is the same — he does not allow himself to fail, nor does he deign to make certain compromises.

"Alright, I'll tell you."

Lopez took out a photograph, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Kesi Dilin: "I think you will definitely be interested."

"This is……" Kesi Dilin picked up the photograph, examined it carefully for a moment, raised his eyebrows: "Ximen Wudi! This is…… this is Apollo's son!"