Deceitful Game

Chapter 126 I Avoid His Edge?

Should we retreat for now?

Hearing the nameless man's well-intentioned advice, Mingpo simply smiled silently and said nothing.

He never considered this option.

After all, Mingpo was once a powerful figure who could easily reach the "Gold of the Year" level. The enemy who could cause him to suffer such a crushing defeat back then must have been far stronger than the Gold of the Year level.

Now, his enemy is only one level stronger than him.

If he has to "temporarily retreat" when facing someone as insignificant as Zhou Zhiqing... if he can't even get past Gao Song, then he might as well just give up and drift through life.

Before going downstairs with Ai Shiping, he took a look at the wine cabinet.

His strongest form, "Frankenstein," isn't fully repaired yet, but it's almost done. Actually, if we're willing to wait, it will eventually be repaired.

But after careful consideration, Mingpo chose to give up.

Because in competitive games, there don't seem to be many situations where Frankenstein can be used.

Titles in the realm of power inevitably diminish intelligence; and the title of "madman" is currently the one Mingpo feels most comfortable with, and where she is in the best mental state. It is precisely because Mingpo respects Gao Song enough that she chooses to respond in her best condition.

Wuming felt somewhat helpless about Mingpo's decision.

However, she made a decision that surprised both Mingpo and Gao Fan.

"Then I want to come too."

After a moment's hesitation, Wuming said earnestly, "I can help you."

Mingpo looked at her with great surprise.

To be fair, if Wuming were truly willing to join them, the success rate of this mission would undoubtedly increase significantly.

Although Mingpo was still unsure of Wuming's true strength, he was fairly certain that Wuming was not weak.

After all, her titles and abilities are just too flashy...

This doesn't seem like the kind of ability one would expect from someone with a pseudo-gold-level title like Sun. Furthermore, Wuming has far more experience than Gao Fan; having survived so long in the Deceitful Game, her experience is undoubtedly quite extensive.

but……

"This has nothing to do with you."

Mingpo shook her head, coldly refusing the nameless man's offer of help.

Although these words may sound hurtful, only Mingpo has the right to say them and refuse Wuming.

After all, Gao Fan, who was being helped, had no right to refuse anonymous help.

And this matter really had nothing to do with Wuming.

Gao Fan is Ming Po's teammate. Gao Song's problem is Gao Fan's family matter, while Ming Po is the captain Gao Fan trusts and relies on. Ming Po is willing to help Gao Fan, partly because he accepts Gao Fan as a new friend, and partly because Ming Po is truly fearless.

He enjoys this kind of exciting challenge.

Regardless of the past relationship between Wuming and Mingpo, Wuming's connection to this matter can at most be considered that of a "friend of a friend." If Wuming and Mingpo were not familiar with each other, or had conflicts in the past, and had a relationship that was both hostile and friendly... then Mingpo could shamelessly take advantage of her.

But because Wuming's feelings seemed too genuine, Mingpo could only coldly send her away.

To ask an "old friend" to risk her life for the family affairs of another friend she doesn't even know—Mingpo isn't that shameless.

Although he had not yet recalled any memories of the nameless one.

It was clear that Wuming couldn't win against Mingpo. After her insistence proved futile, she could only leave dejectedly.

However, although Wuming didn't really help much, Mingpo still remembered her.

Next time we meet, I'll be a little nicer to her. Mingpo thought to herself.

He followed Gao Fan and walked to Gao Fan's company.

It was a rather "old-fashioned" company building.

It doesn't rent an entire floor of an office building like modern internet companies do, nor does it have an entire industrial park or skyscraper.

It does resemble the style of a government office building—a relatively low-rise structure, only about six or seven stories high, with a rather flat design. The main building has gray walls with rather unsettling red lettering that looks like artistic lettering designed in PowerPoint.

Four large red characters, "Gaotian Construction," are hung upstairs.

The characters were clearly from a long time ago; they were now covered in dust and looked somewhat obscured.

Below it hangs a streamlined, stylish font. Completely different from the old-fashioned artistic lettering above, it possesses a powerful, vigorous feel. The black cursive script that reads "World's Top 500 Companies" looks quite new, seemingly handwritten.

"That character was written by my uncle."

Gao Fan pointed to the words on it and said softly, "Because my uncle never went to university... he didn't even go to middle school, so his education level wasn't high. Perhaps that's why he later became an apprentice of a great calligrapher and studied calligraphy for a long time. Eventually, he developed very beautiful calligraphy and even joined the Calligraphers Association. Even my grandfather praised him highly."

"Grandpa is quite traditional in this regard. Although he doesn't like my eldest uncle very much, he still asks him for some calligraphy works, which he then gives as gifts to other clients during business dealings."

"When our company was first recognized as one of the world's top 500 companies, my grandfather specially asked my uncle to write this down and had it made into calligraphy and hung outside."

Upon hearing this, Mingpo nodded thoughtfully.

Even in the black-and-white vision of the deceiver, the four large characters "Gaotian Construction" seemed to radiate an unsettling red light, just like the deceiver himself.

This is probably why Gao Fan could sense something was amiss even before he stepped through the gate.

Mingbo took the lead and walked inside.

He casually chatted with Gao Fan: "After you became a con artist, you haven't come back here at all?"

This is, after all, a company that truly belongs to Gao Fan himself.

His father was once the chairman of the board, and he himself was the vice chairman. Regardless of whether he used paradoxical technology and the power of the deceivers, this is an enormous fortune to be proud of.

But Gao Fan seemed to be deliberately avoiding it...

Let alone something like "using chips to reveal and return"—he had never even been close to it before.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need any leverage to know that Gao Song was here.

"……I don't know either."

Gao Fan shook his head slightly: "I have a feeling... that I'm a little scared. Even just being nearby makes my heart tighten. You know, Captain... I've always trusted my instincts, so I didn't even do any investigation."

In stark contrast to Mingpo, Gao Fan is the type who "runs away first if there is any danger."

"It's so loud..."

Mingbo narrowed his eyes: "Then you might be right, Xiaofan. If even the instincts of a 'survivor' tell you there's danger here, then it might really be better for you to stay away."