Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

No matter how good your luck is, if you mess up in the end, you'll lose any qualification to compete, and your winning status will be completely revoked. You'll never get a seat at the table again.

But the problem is…

"Does that kid Ji Jue really care?"

Shaban, the Dragon Head of Tower City, lay on his couch, smiling as he questioned the person on the other end of the phone: "Dugu, my dear brother, for you all, being expelled from the field is a huge loss, but for him, what is there to worry about?

Anyway, no matter how big the situation gets and how bad the consequences are, it's just that Hai Chao will quit the Central Earth market completely. At worst, we'll pay some more money, cut some losses.

For someone with Heavenly Craftsmanship like Ji Jue, he won't struggle with money.

Moreover, with the Association and Security Bureau backing him, plus Lv Yingyue as a pillar, he even has the Chongshan Medal in his hand. As long as he leaves with dignity, he's definitely not going to lose his life because of this, right?"

"…"

On the other end of the phone, Dugu Ming, representative of Huan Yu Heavy Industry, was completely silent.

His teeth were about to shatter!

It's just like having a cooked duck crap right in front of you, and then flap its wings and fly away… And yet he must hold his nose and eat it.

Precisely, Ji Jue's biggest weakness lies in having 'nothing'.

In this unfamiliar city, he has nothing at all. No foundation, no friends, no allies, no support.

But Ji Jue's advantage also lies here.

Having nothing to lose.

If he originally has nothing to lose, then why not let everyone experience the same feeling?

Dog bites dog, a mouthful of fur, fighting for life and death, only for others to watch the joke. How bad is that?

Why not break out of the established rules, with a generous heart and gentle spirit, forgive everyone's offenses.

No hesitation, repay resentment with virtue!

Then, jump up, spin around in a circle, and slap all of them with a big arc!

Don't worry, everyone, you're all good people. I just suffered a little, how could I suspect you? Surely these bad things were all done by the Evil Cult!

So, let's all happily start a witch hunt!

Light up the blazing bonfire, next comes the happy barbecue party!

"——He thinks it's wonderful!"

Dugu Ming stated expressionlessly, his gaze gradually turning cold: "Anyone can talk nonsense and make groundless accusations. If he can't light this fire, he's nothing but a clown. I'd like to see him summon the Evil Cult for me!"

"That's the crux of the problem."

Shaban on the phone sighed deeply, "How can you be sure there's no Evil Cult in Tower City...?"

And so, Dugu Ming fell silent again.

Everyone knew the answer.

How could there not be!!!

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That wretch Ji Jue just needs to be responsible for lighting the fire, while others who might get involved have far more to do.

Almost the instant the rumor started, all of Tower City's deep night was in an uproar.

The homeless and poor could still dream with drooling mouths in the slums, but in the brightly lit city, countless people had been rudely awakened by phone calls, gripped by anxiety.

Fear began to grow in their hearts—is this the start of another storm?

No, weren't there just meetings emphasizing the need for stability and order? Wasn't it agreed not to stir things up… But then, can the Federation and Empire be trusted at their word? Just like farting!

Afraid, afraid, everyone is afraid.

The fear wasn't of Ji Jue; it was of who he might be a puppet for. Are they going to clean up Tower City again?

Almost everyone was in a state of heightened worry.

In just half an hour, the rumors of the Evil Cult had reached the Federation's garrison base, and Fan Yun, who had just changed into pajamas, was summoned.

Answer the phone.

There's no choice.

The caller was the commander at the Imperial Garrison Base, a key figure in the Seven Star Building, the Emperor-endowed Border Duke—Duke Pasarella.

"Old Fan, we've known each other for so many years. Although there have been some clashes in the past, we've shared ups and downs, leaving some tacit understanding."

Duke Pasarella heaved a sigh and bluntly asked: "Be honest with me. Are you about to start another cleanup? This can't go on, didn't we just have one last month?"

Fan Yun's expression was grim: "This isn't my idea."

"No matter whose, it needs to be addressed early." Pasarella did not conceal his dissatisfaction: "If you don't handle it, I will!"

"Alright, then investigate!"

Fan Yun responded without any expression: "Have the Security Bureau and the Security Bureau investigate together, thoroughly investigate, and don't overlook a single clue!

Let everyone see whether this mess has anything to do with the Evil Cult!"

If there is, whoever jumps gets nailed down!

If there's not…

Heh heh, someone's really going to pay the price!

Thus, investigate.

In less than five minutes, amidst a series of sonic booms, the Chosen Ones of the Security Bureau and Security Bureau descended like a storm, appearing below the building.

Those responsible for enforcement stood expressionlessly, facing their lifelong rivals across from them, without saying a word.

"Tong, it's been a long time."

The blonde woman leading the Security Bureau squad grinned, her smile warm: "Recovered from your injuries? Shall we schedule another match one of these days?"

"Sure, why don't we pick a good day, have Desert Market witness, settle life and death, decide victory and defeat, live or die?" Tong Shan proposed: "This way, it's straightforward and clear. Let's pick one of us to die, shall we?"

"Haha, same old you."

Olivia tilted her head, lighting a cigarette. Ignoring their past life-and-death rivalry, she cozied up, throwing an arm around his shoulder: "What's your catch this time?"