Sun Rui was a little annoyed.
He hadn't felt this way for many years.
He remembered that when something happened to the General, his heart was filled with endless self-blame and anger.
It was a particularly strong feeling of powerlessness.
Like a powerful and irascible lion trapped in a cage.
Even though he broke through to the Grandmaster Realm, he still felt like trash.
This feeling lasted for a long time. It wasn't until many years later that his state of mind gradually calmed down.
Especially in the years since he returned to Hundred Flowers City, it had become more and more peaceful.
This kind of life was full of danger to others, but to him, it was not much different from a nursing home.
He cultivated his mind and was extremely calm.
Fortunately, the General had finally recovered. Otherwise, he was afraid that in a few more years, his spirit would be completely worn away.
At that time, he might really become a retired old man who grew flowers and fished every day.
So, in a place like Hundred Flowers City, what could make him feel difficult?
There really wasn't.
This city was too small in his eyes!
It was so small that with his perspective, looking at Hundred Flowers City was like looking at a bowl of clear water.
But now, he knew that he was wrong.
It was ridiculously wrong.
He had underestimated this city, and he had also underestimated the people in this city.
As expected, a cat had a cat's way and a mouse had a mouse's way.
A mere hooligan from the north of the city, guarding such a small city, actually played so many tricks!
The methods he used couldn't be said to be new, but when it was used by someone like Wang Er Mazi, it was a little amazing.
What a talent!
After reporting to the General, Sun Heng was also a little surprised.
This was just like how adults wouldn't pay special attention to the world of children.
One day, he suddenly realized: Huh? The little guy actually left my sight! Huh? He was actually doing this … So unexpected!
Sun Rui had long figured out Wang Er Mazi's social relations.
There were some spies in the city guards, including some middle-level ones, who were all bought over the years. There were also some people in the City Lord's Mansion who called him brothers and had close contact in private. There were also many of his hanger-ons in the City Hall, who were usually guests of honor in his mansion.
These were actually nothing much. Most of them were the type who flew away on their own in the face of danger.
Only a small portion of them were too tightly bound to him, becoming grasshoppers on a rope.
None of these people could escape from Sun Rui's palms. He and City Lord Guan had already discussed this in secret. When they reeled in the net, they would catch them all in one fell swoop.
City Lord Guan had suffered from this group of parasites for many years. With the Sun family taking the initiative to help, he naturally couldn't ask for more.
Everything was ready. The net was retracted, but Wang Er Mazi was not caught.
This not only made Sun Rui a little frustrated and annoyed, but he even felt that it was a little strange.
That guy … How did a mere hooligan develop this kind of vigilance that only he and the general had?
Too alert!
If this kind of person joined the army, his achievements might not be worse than his!
He had already boasted in front of Xiao Bai. Now it seemed that he could only temporarily strengthen the protection of Xiao Bai's side.
Otherwise, if something really happened, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
…
…
After a night of adjustment, Shirō Makino had completely recovered. He was once again the handsome young man full of vigor.
He didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of getting into trouble!
He had all kinds of talismans in his pocket, and he had passively activated defensive talismans. As long as he didn't encounter the terrifying existence of a grandmaster, there was nothing to worry about.
The next afternoon, after driving to the competition center and meeting with several other companions, everyone seemed to have temporarily forgotten about the previous unhappiness.
Sun Zhuangzhi's team was still low-key sitting in the corner. From them, it was hard to find the high spirits that belonged to the semi-finalists.
Even Little Peng and Dong Li, who were in the live broadcast channel, sighed. An adult team was indeed different. It was so stable!
"Let's guess the result of tonight's match?" Xiao Peng habitually started a topic.
"I still think Xiao Bai's team will win." Dong Li pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said calmly.
"Brother Dong, you're blindly trusting them. You're too optimistic!"
Xiao Peng teased, then said, "Let's compare the strength of the two teams on the table … The main players of No. 1 Middle School have been very stable. Liu Zhiyuan, Xiao Bai, Ji Chae Yi, and Shan Gu. Except for Xiao Bai, the other three have greatly improved their strength in a short period of time."
"Yes, Liu Zhiyuan and Ji Chae Yi have improved to Level Six, Shan Gu has improved to Level Five, and Xiao Bai … I don't see much change. His talisman seems to still be effective for about one second." Dong Li added, "But the reason why the Talisman Artist is so scary is that even if you give him only one second, he can give you a huge surprise!"
Xiao Peng continued, "Let's wait and see if Xiao Bai will continue his legend in this match. Now, let's look at the other team. To be honest, their strength has skyrocketed a little too much. It's shocking! Archer Sun Zhuangzhi, Level Seven; Shield Warrior Leng Dawei, Level Seven; Shield Warrior Li Shitou, Level Seven; Archer Jiang Lele, Level Six. This is a configuration of three Advanced Spirit Warriors! On paper, they have even surpassed Wan Xiong's team! On paper, they can completely crush Xiao Bai's team. Now, let's analyze from the experience of both sides … "
In the lounge, Wanxiong Team and Hundred Blossom Spirit Warrior University Team had also arrived.
A group of people were watching the analysis of Xiao Peng and Dong Li on the screen.
During the analysis, Xiao Peng expressed his concern about Shirō Makino's team's chances of winning —
Apart from having the Talisman Artist as an advantage, they really couldn't compare to them in other aspects.
Be it on paper or battle experience, they had no advantage.
Xiao Peng wasn't speaking blindly. As an experienced commentator, he had seen too many matches.
Most of the time, the Talisman Artist could indeed control the match and have the ability to decide the outcome. But if the difference in strength between the two sides was too big, then the Talisman Artist's role would be limited.
Sun Zhuangzhi sat there quietly. No unusual expression could be seen on his face.
But deep down, he wasn't calm.
He knew who this group of teenagers were.
This knowledge didn't just refer to his understanding of them in the match.
He knew that this group of teenagers had a very good relationship with his ex-girlfriend, the woman he couldn't forget to this day, Guo Hongyue.
He also knew that this group of teenagers had a conflict with Grandpa Ma because of Guo Hongyue!
He also knew that they even opened a super big shop in the center of Hundred Blossom City for her, but it was destroyed by Grandpa Ma's men … Grandpa Ma was still the best!
He knew all these things.
He also knew that even if this group of teenagers had a very strong background, the families behind them would definitely not be willing to force Grandpa Ma into a dead end.
The barefooted were not afraid of those who wore shoes. If Grandpa Ma was really forced into a dead end, it would definitely be those few families who would suffer in the end.
Which big family would be willing to perish together with a gangster leader?
Therefore, Grandpa Ma was still that omnipotent Grandpa Ma!
Sun Zhuangzhi thought to himself, After tonight, we can completely trample this mysterious team under our feet. At that time, me, Dawei, Shitou, Lele … will be truly famous! What is Xiao Bai? Good looking? Hehe, when you become a fool, you'll be super handsome! Poor and pitiful brat. Until now, you still don't know how terrifying of a person you've provoked, right?
The corner of Sun Zhuangzhi's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. From the corner of his eye, he subconsciously glanced at Shirō Makino.
But he saw Shirō Makino looking at him with a faint smile.
He had to admit that this damned smile of this teenager was indeed very charming!
He was really f * cking good-looking!
No matter how much Sun Zhuangzhi reminded himself that this person was very annoying, he still couldn't help but have a faint favorable impression of him in that instant.
But this favorable impression disappeared in the next moment.
Because Shirō Makino had very stealthily raised his right hand and lightly slit his throat.
That especially handsome smile looked incomparably demonic!
F * ck!
Sun Zhuangzhi suddenly took a deep breath and furrowed his brows.
He was a little enraged!
He wasn't someone who was easily enraged, but now he had to admit that he was very angry. No, he was extremely angry!
Very good, very good. I didn't feel any guilt at all.
Now, I have even less.
Shirō Makino's movements were stealthy. In an instant, even his companions beside him didn't notice.
But someone else saw it. It was Moussy.
Seeing Shirō Makino, who had always been low-key and modest, actually making a throat-slitting gesture at his opponent, Moussy was very surprised.
In his impression, Shirō Makino wasn't someone who liked to provoke others!
It seemed that … time could really change a person.
Moussy shook his head in his heart. He actually became arrogant.
Ding!
The announcement that the match was about to begin sounded.
"All contestants, please enter your virtual chambers and prepare for the match."
Shirō Makino stood up and didn't look at the four people in front of him. His tall and straight posture was enviable. He walked towards the competition room with his head held high and chest puffed out.
Semi-finals, here I come.
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