"You’re incredible, actually daring to talk to Noah like that."
An Fuxue and Wen Jiang found a restaurant to eat. An Fuxue couldn’t help but marvel at Wen Jiang, "Not only is Noah powerful, but he’s also incredibly popular online. He has a ton of fans in our country. You’re just so bold."
Although Wen Jiang’s words had targeted all Spirit Card Masters, An Fuxue didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.
Because she was never among the powerful Spirit Card Masters, she was destined to be eliminated by Wen Jiang. Those who should be anxious were the core players from the other associations.
Wen Jiang just chuckled briefly and didn’t speak.
An Fuxue was quite curious, "Aren’t you afraid his fans and people online will stir up trouble for you?"
"Stir up trouble?" Wen Jiang tilted her head. "Isn’t that what they like to see? Besides, others have already been overtly confrontational; I see no reason to indulge them. I spoke the truth. Noah is indeed not my match."
I ca to the B-Level just for fun, anyway.
Unfortunately, I haven’t made a breakthrough in my cultivation level yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t made enough cards.
I should start planning what constitutes a card that aligns with the Yunxia Empire’s civilization and prepare for the task of creating the second Divine Card Set.
An Fuxue found it hard to believe, since they hadn’t competed together yet, but she didn’t undermine Wen Jiang’s confidence—after all, confidence is always a good thing.
After eating with An Fuxue and strolling the streets for a while, Wen Jiang didn’t go to the competition venue in the afternoon. She had originally wanted to experience the local culture of Border City by herself, but a photo shattered her tranquility.
I knew Wu Fanjia wouldn’t let things rest so easily.
Wen Jiang received a photo from a stranger.
In the photo was the original host, Wen Jiang.
The girl in the photo was frail, a bright red slap mark on her left cheek. Her upper body clothing was badly torn, barely covering essential areas. However, in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, such a photo would likely seem more suggestive than concealing.
The girl had a dirty towel stuffed in her mouth and was kneeling in what looked like a toilet stall, tears welling in her eyes as she stared at the cara with despair and fear.
It was a blatant photo of bullying.
The photo was from Wu Fanjia’s private collection. She hadn’t actually dared to show it before, as Song Yingchen would definitely have investigated.
Song Yingchen was unaware that Wen Jiang had been photographed like this. The original Wen Jiang, under threat, hadn’t dared to speak up. Since Wu Fanjia had never released the photo, the original Wen Jiang had naively believed it had been destroyed.
Accompanying the photo was a gleeful ssage from the stranger: "Co to this place. Alone. Don’t even think about bringing backup. Otherwise, these photos will instantly spread through your entire social circle."
Having said that, the person disappeared.
This was the outskirts of Border City, an unmonitored area.
Zero Egg retorted, "You don’t even have anyone in your social circle."
No sooner had the words left its mouth than Zero Egg suddenly sensed a dangerous aura.
The host is angry, Zero Egg thought.
Despite Wen Jiang’s expressionless face, Zero Egg saw its host instantly crush the phone, leaving it montarily speechless.
Wen Jiang let out a light laugh. "It’s been so many years. Human history has evolved for a thousand years, yet it remains so ignorant and pitiful."
Wen Jiang herself didn’t particularly care about such tactics, but using such a photo to humiliate the original host was indeed an effective blow.
Zero Egg asked, "GAH? Their history is longer than just a thousand years, isn’t it?"
Although previous civilizations had suffered major losses, there was evidence proving a history longer than a re thousand years. Zero Egg didn’t understand what Wen Jiang ant.
Wen Jiang stood up. Zero Egg said with alarm, "Are you really going? She clearly has people lying in wait for you! How about this: we could tell the Grandson about it. Although he was morally deficient before, he would definitely get rid of these photos for you. Or perhaps you could find ti to get close to Wu Fanjia, and I’ll try to hack her phone system to see if there are other backups?"
"Go? Why wouldn’t I go?" Wen Jiang responded, a sinister chuckle rumbling in her throat. "Wu Fanjia isn’t that capable. I’m curious to see who she’s managed to find from so far away to send to their deaths."
It would be best if she ca in person.
I’m not going just because I was provoked. The commotion caused by S Rank cards is too great; even far from Border City, it could be detected instantly. Alarming those who shouldn’t be alard would be a loss outweighing the gain.
As for the rest, if they’re A-Level, facing my hundreds of cards, they’d only be seeking their own deaths.
Following the address given, she took a taxi.
I knew that even if I went, I might not get the photos back. What I really hoped for was that Wu Fanjia would show up in person.
This was the outskirts of Border City, the borderland between Yunxia and Rhein.
Because of the border, so areas had beco lawless zones exploited by criminals. Managent here was chaotic; a starkly different reality could exist just beyond an arbitrary line. The criminal Spirit Card Master organizations that Zero Egg had speculated about mostly congregated here.
This was a long-abandoned factory that had beco a transit point for so criminal organizations. An A-Level squad, which had accepted Wu Fanjia’s task, was here.
The squad, three n and one woman, was waiting. One of the n, his face covered in scars, impatiently smoked a cigarette and asked, "Are you sure she’ll co?"
"The employer said she definitely would and instructed us to capture her and deal with her as we please," the woman responded, without lifting her head from painting her nails. "We’ll only wait for half an hour. If Border City’s guard team shows up, we have to leave."
"Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t co alone. We need to be careful not to screw this up," a chubby man added, lifting a woven bag by his side. "This is the important cargo."
The woven bag was slightly bulging, as if it contained a person.
While they were talking, a white figure appeared in the distance, gradually approaching.
The scar-faced man frowned. "Is she really alone? That’s incredibly bold."
"Boss!" A man suddenly appeared from another direction, panting. "It’s her! She’s alone, I’m sure of it. There’s no ambush for kiloters around. She got out of the car at the designated spot and walked here herself."
"Damn, she’s really got guts," the woman said, raising her face with interest. "She’s a bold one. I almost feel bad about torturing her so soon. Let’s keep her for a few days, have so fun, then sell her off."
The white figure drew closer, revealing Wen Jiang’s face.
Wen Jiang was only B-Level. While her opponents couldn’t precisely gauge her personal cultivation rank, they could sense the aura of her cards. Still, the people before her clearly didn’t take her seriously.
Wen Jiang, however, looked at the group and tilted her head. "Just you few? Where’s Wu Fanjia?"
"Who’s Wu Fanjia?" the woman laughed in response. "We don’t know any Wu Fanjia. We just took a job to deal with you, that’s all. You’re brave to co alone. Tsk, tsk, you really are from the Imperial City, little sister, never having experienced the world’s malice, have you?"
"So she isn’t here," Wen Jiang’s tone carried a hint of regret. "I really thought she’d have the guts. Turns out she’s useless too, only daring to send a few of you to your deaths."
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the group in front of her narrowed instantly.
A B-Level Spirit Card Master, and so arrogant!
Of course, they also watched their surroundings vigilantly, wondering, Since Wen Jiang dared to co alone, could it be she really has backup?
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