Deceitful Game

Chapter 134 Chinese Business Association

Chapter 134 Chinese Business Association

"--you!"

Gao Song's expression changed instantly.

Extreme anger almost made him stand up—if it weren't for the Twenty-Faced Man directly pressing him back down, he would have been judged to have lost for violating the rules.

Mingpo didn't utter a single swear word, yet Gao Song managed to lose control to this extent.

This is not only because Mingpo is too aggressive—it also proves that Gaosong's self-control is actually not very good.

Although he looked elegant and dignified, always had a smile on his face, spoke gently, and behaved properly, he had the air of an old-money gentleman, as if he were a modern aristocrat.

—But it was all an act.

I don't know who he copied, but this style is clearly not his.

He was so angry that his meticulously styled, slicked-back hair almost stood on end.

At this moment, Mingpo ignored him instead.

He turned to Gao Fan and said, "You're asking this—can it be bought from someone else using RMB?"

This issue has no negative impact on Mingper.

Because Mingpu's answer has already been locked onto "treasure".

Treasures obviously cannot be purchased with money from the material world.

But this problem was almost a fatal blow to Gao Song, who had already been labeled a "toy."

"Can it be bought from someone else?"

Gao Fan readily agreed and immediately asked.

None of the cards in front of the three people lit up.

This means that they all received the same answer: no.

"A toy that I can't buy—"

Mingpo smiled slightly and looked at Gao Song: "It's about time."

If a toy is unavailable for purchase, it means that it holds special significance for Gao Song.

And this answer must be known by one of them—and that answer must be known by Gao Fan.

In Gao Fan's mind, there probably aren't many things like that.

Once you've locked it in one more time, you can try answering!

Mingpo was very clear that since answering incorrectly three times in a row would result in death, the best approach was to "not ask all twenty questions." Instead, once the questions were narrowed down, he would start trying to guess the correct answers, and then ask a question every two guesses to verify his guesses and reset the "three consecutive guesses" count.

They've only used ten questions so far—they still have plenty of leeway.

As for what exactly it might be, just ask Gao Song.

But Gao Song, whose face was contorted with rage, burst into laughter after reaching the limit of his anger.

He inexplicably settled down again.

He looked at Mingpo, a strange smile on his face, and slowly regained his elegant and composed demeanor.

If it weren't for the wolf-like, eerie green glow in his pupils, he would look exactly the same as when the game first started.

He waved his hand dismissively, feigning gentlemanly manners, and said calmly, "It's alright, you can keep asking."

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As he spoke, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

That was a cold laugh, waiting to see the show.

That's strange.

Mingpo's heart suddenly tightened.

He has the ability to see into other people's minds—his actions in those past games, which seemed like magic or simply "good luck," were almost all because he had already seen through other people's true nature in just a few minutes of contact.

That's precisely why he was able to break through Gao Song's defenses with just one sentence.

But now—

Mingpo, however, could clearly see that Gao Song was not feigning composure.

Even though he had been identified to such an extent, he genuinely believed that he would not be guessed.

Judging from the light shining in his eyes, he had already activated his title ability.

Mingbo already knew that the prefix "luck" meant bringing a preordained good fortune.

"Silver Crown" is a "pseudo-super armor" state that is immune to mind-based control.

Both of these abilities are permanent "passive effects".

—So, the title ability he's activating now must be the effect of "Mistletoe." It was precisely because of this title's effect that Gao Song suddenly felt at ease.

However, Mingpo did not feel anything unusual about herself.

His senses are now incredibly sharp—the power of the Slaughter Domain has enhanced his instincts, including his perception.

If it were spying or harassment, he should at least be able to recognize that something is amiss.

But----

Mingpo didn't sense anything.

What exactly is it?

What exactly is it?

What did he overlook?

While Mingpo was thinking, Gao Song, who had calmed down, looked at Gao Fan.

"Xiao Fan".

Gao Song's expression was now unusually calm: "I'll give you a chance."

"You sell your friend—and then you can come work for me."

Upon hearing this, Gao Fan looked at Gao Song with utter disgust.

Before he could speak, Gao Song continued, "Have you heard of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce? Only China's top billionaires can join it."

"Ah, I've heard of it."

Gao Fan coldly stated, "An illegal organization that collectively refuses to sign the mutual support agreement."

"illegal?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Song burst out laughing.

He looked at Gao Fan with a pitying gaze, as if looking at the ignorant, and slowly shook his head: "They've really been brainwashed. The charlatans don't have any political organization, nor do they belong to any organization. What law do they have? Who made the law?"

"You're not suggesting that mortal laws apply to us, are you? If that's the case, then everyone who survived the deceptive game is a criminal! A murderer!"

He shouted: "We use the weight of time to maintain order, future technology to drive progress, and foresight to manipulate finance—"

"Do you know the value of this industry? No matter how time is reset, the companies we've built will remain standing. Because our companies form the cornerstone of this era. You have no idea how many technologies you've taken for granted were paradoxical technologies that we brought back."

How many people live in the houses we build? How many people work for our subsidiaries? And how many people use the products we produce?

"If any one of us disappeared, do you know how much the world would change? How many people would lose their jobs? How much technology would vanish into thin air? Our organization even collaborates with con artists who hold large amounts of capital in other countries. Compared to that 'Divine Comedy' that always wants to control others," aren't we the more legitimate organization?

"Without us, the entire world situation would be different, and it is even possible that a world war would break out again."

"You've been hanging out with those lowlifes for so long, Xiao Fan, you've forgotten how noble the blood flowing through your veins is."

"I?"

Gao Fan retorted, "What makes me so superior?"

"Of course you are noble, Xiao Fan. You are nobler than this person, more noble than me—more noble than most people."

Gao Song calmly said, "Your father was a liar, your mother was a liar, I was a liar, and your now-retired grandfather was a liar. Your whole family are liars."

"Your parents were already charlatans before they gave birth to you. It took them a full ten months" to bring you into this world. Your "cost" is already close to that of a charlatan who earns a fortune.

"The blood flowing in your veins has never been from the material world."

"If charlatans have a bloodline, then starting with your generation, you are the purest-blooded charlatan!"