Chapter 188: My Dear Nephew, Taking the Blame Will Be Good for You

The team members urged, cursing inwardly, "Useless tech team! This is the most crucial moment, can't you give us some support and stabilize the screen?"

The technician was so anxious he could curse. Did he want to see this scene?

"Can you guys check the equipment first? It's smoking and buzzing."

Bang!

Crack!

Sounds came from the equipment, and the smoke grew thicker.

"Step back!"

"Everyone, step back!"

The staff rushed forward, fearing the equipment would explode. If it did, the consequences would be terrifying, and people might get hurt.

Just as the staff shouted these words…

Sparks flew from the equipment, and it stopped working completely. The large screen turned into a snowy mess. The glass cover of the hibernation-like device opened, revealing Lin Fan lying inside with his eyes closed, his life or death unknown.

"Save him, quick!" the staff yelled.

Old Zhang was about to rush over, but Liu Ying stopped him. The equipment's condition was still uncertain; if it exploded, what then?

At this moment…

Lin Fan opened his eyes, his gaze a little dazed, but quickly returning to its usual brilliance.

"I'm back?"

The guy he encountered in that strange environment was truly formidable, a kind of formidable he had never experienced before. Lin Fan, who could usually endure pain, wanted to cry out several times, but he held back.

In the end, he won.

He finally defeated that mysterious, handsy guy.

But now, he really wanted to experience that feeling again.

He really did.

Old Zhang and Little Bao ran to Lin Fan's side, checking him over with concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Lin Fan smiled, then asked curiously, "I was just in a mysterious place and didn't see you guys. Where did you go? I thought I'd lost you."

"We were here the whole time," Old Zhang said.

Little Bao nodded. "Yeah, we were."

Lin Fan said with a reminiscent expression, "I really want to feel that sensation again, Old Zhang. It was like the feeling you used to help me cultivate. I think maybe that's what combat is."

Because of the virtual space, Lin Fan had developed some peculiar hobbies.

Drinking cola, loving cultivation, and craving combat.

Liu Ying said, "Lin Fan, you're really amazing. We saw everything on the screen just now. You were so strong!"

He wasn't flattering; he was sincere. Even though they couldn't see the action clearly, they still felt the intensity.

"Really?" Lin Fan smiled.

He felt he was alright, not as amazing as others said. He still needed to continue cultivating diligently.

Kuang Long walked up to Xu Zihao, patted his shoulder, and then started tearing his clothes. With a strong tug, his shirt ripped into shreds.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Zihao stared, a little scared. He thought, Is this big guy sick? You tear your clothes, fine, but why in front of me? I like women, not big guys like you.

Kuang Long said, "A bet's a bet. I can accept defeat. We both lost, so we have to fulfill the wager. You can refuse, because the weak always find excuses for their failures."

Shirt torn, pants torn.

His muscular physique was truly perfect, though certain aspects seemed somewhat lacking.

The surrounding members, seeing Kuang Long like this, cheered.

"Kuang Long is a real man! He honors his bets!"

"That outsider, if you can't afford to lose, just leave. Don't challenge our Kuang Long. This is what a real man looks like!"

No one took out their phones to record.

Firstly, they didn't dare.

Secondly, they admired Kuang Long's manliness. If he lost, he lost. If there was a bet, he would fulfill it, no playing around.

Xu Zihao stood there dumbfounded.

"Who says I can't afford to lose?"

"It's just…"

He was already stunned, wanting to slap himself. The Yanhai City members were a bit terrifying. If the bet had been to eat shit, would they really go to the toilet and eat shit?

Having come here from Xiadu, what he hated most was being looked down upon. Streaking? Fine, he wasn't afraid.

Xu Zihao gritted his teeth and took off his clothes, revealing his pale body. He lacked Kuang Long's explosive muscles, but possessed the kind of smooth, white skin some men preferred.

Someone whistled.

Someone shouted.

He hardened his heart and ran alongside Kuang Long, glancing sideways. "You think you're the only one who can accept defeat? I'll tell you, when I was in Xiadu, there was nothing I didn't dare to do."

Kuang Long glanced at his slender frame, a smile playing on his lips. He slapped Xu Zihao's white back with his large hand, leaving a large red print. "Then run faster."

Some of the female members covered their eyes, while others feasted their eyes.

Disregarding any rules, they took pictures to use as their phone backgrounds.

The staff inspecting the equipment checked its condition, their expressions growing more and more grim, until finally, they were completely despairing.

In the office…

One-Eyed Man smoked a cigarette, tapping his fingers on the desk. He was thinking about the evil horde invasion and how Lin Fan single-handedly stopped it. He knew the headquarters would contact him soon.

They wouldn't give up on such a young and powerful individual.

He heard the headquarters was organizing an expedition to explore the Taishan sinkhole and needed many experts. If headquarters contacted him, how should he refuse?

Until he figured out who the traitor at headquarters was, he wouldn't trust anyone there.

Even Xu Zihao, who had just arrived in Yanhai City, was a suspect.

Why would he come to Yanhai City for no reason?

For a vacation?

His phone rang.

One-Eyed Man thought it was headquarters, thinking they were quick. Seeing the caller ID, he realized he was overthinking.

He leisurely answered the call.

"What is it?"

"Boss, something terrible has happened!"

"Speak slowly."

One-Eyed Man was a little disappointed with his staff. They were always making a fuss. Had the sky fallen? Even if it did, someone taller would hold it up. What was there to panic about?

Gradually…

One-Eyed Man's expression changed. He abruptly stood up and roared into the phone, "Are you serious?"

His expression was like he had seen a ghost, filled with disbelief. The virtual equipment was broken? This was the most valuable and technologically advanced piece of equipment in the entire special department. If it was truly broken, they could repair it, but if it couldn't be repaired… he would want to die.

Learning that Lin Fan had broken it, he didn't know what to say.

Ask a mentally ill person for compensation?

Or make a mentally ill person take responsibility?

A little common sense told him it was impossible.

Sigh!

How could this happen?

When he first brought the two mentally ill individuals to the department, he was worried something might happen, but later events proved him wrong.

The mentally ill individuals were very well-behaved.

But he didn't expect this well-behaved period to last for such a short time before they destroyed the most valuable item in the special department. This was beyond his imagination.

One-Eyed Man pondered, recalling the staff mentioning two others involved: Kuang Long and Xu Zihao. The three of them entered the virtual space together but were ejected almost instantly.

The equipment crashed due to overload.

"I have a solution."

"My dear nephew, don't blame your uncle for shifting the blame onto you. A little hardship and pressure are good for a young person's future."

One-Eyed Man's ability to frame someone was quite good. He immediately called Xu Zihao's father.

In the training room…

Xu Zihao, dressed, was preparing to leave when he received his father's call. He was puzzled. Why was his father calling him now?

Based on his understanding of his father, once he knew he had come to Yanhai City with no intention of returning, he wouldn't waste time calling.

As the son of the Xiadu headquarters chief, the pressure was immense.

Born into a powerful family, and as the youngest child, he should have lived a princely life. But unexpectedly, his older brothers died in battle, leaving him as the sole heir of the Xu family, the family's only hope. The pressure was overwhelming.

He hadn't had a good day since he was a child.

"Dad, you looking for me?" He answered the phone gently, pretending nothing had happened.

"Oh, very impressive. You go to Yanhai City and streak for me. Now the forums are full of your pictures. You've really made me proud."

Xu Zihao was dumbfounded.

Which traitor posted them? Although it allowed more beauties to see his excellent physique, it wasn't entirely appropriate. Xu Zihao was a very open-minded person. After cultivating, he had to face evil creatures. There was no guarantee he wouldn't die in battle one day. Having pictures of his perfect body preserved online wasn't a bad thing.

"Dad, there was nothing I could do. A bet's a bet. If I lose, I have to admit it. Otherwise, wouldn't people look down on me?"

"A bet's a bet? So next time, if the bet is to eat shit, will you take it?"

"Dad, you underestimate me. If he eats it, I'll eat it."

Beep! Beep!

Perhaps Xu Zihao's sincerity moved his old father. His son, born in his old age, hadn't disappointed him. He was a true man, the kind who walked the talk.

Xu Zihao smiled.

He decided to stay in Yanhai City.

The people here were interesting.

Not to mention the guy who destroyed his sword, but the big guy who streaked with him seemed interesting too.

Another call came in.

Looking at the caller ID, it was his father again.

"Dad, don't worry, I won't eat shit." Xu Zihao was helpless. If there really was such a bet, he wouldn't agree. He wasn't a fool. Whoever agreed would be an idiot.

However, what he didn't expect was…

His father wasn't asking if he would eat shit.

Instead, he said he had broken the Yanhai City virtual equipment, leaving him stunned. What does that have to do with me? Although I did lie in it, I was quickly kicked out.

"Dad, I didn't do it."

"I did go in, but it has nothing to do with me. You can't just blame everything on me. I'm really innocent."

"Dad, is it wrong to try it out?"

"Huh? You're blaming me because I'm your son and I have to take responsibility?"

"I…"

Xu Zihao wanted to vomit blood.

Out of nowhere, he was being blamed. This was too much.