Wang Zhao smiled seventy-two times as though his scheme had succeeded, mocked He Zhao seventy-two times in his heart, and got excited seventy-two times too. In any case, the corners of his mouth had gone a little stiff from smiling. He had actually daydreamed seventy-two full times, been fooled seventy-two times, and let someone free-load seventy-two times.
In short, he looked exactly like a Tool Person working for a black-hearted capitalist for free—the kind who did not get paid a single cent.
Boom—
On the final attempt, he was completely dumbfounded.
Because something that clearly should have been impossible had forcibly succeeded right under his nose.
"Impossible, impossible. It's impossible."
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he simply could not figure out what right the Stranger Intruder had to succeed.
"From every major faction down to every faction branch, the rituals used to set up an altar and perform rites are all different. A different ritual is already full of danger, and with the dangerous Skull of the Great Vehicle Buddha added on top, the result should have been death. Why did something outside my expectations happen?"
Boss Wang's gaze was vacant as he looked at the person rising with the Buddha Mother Mantra Wheel over his head, as well as the gray, withered skull that had abruptly vanished. He muttered to himself.
Thud!
He collapsed onto the cold floor on his backside, his face visibly sinking into dejection.
More than ten years of hard work had gone up in smoke today. The silent secret chamber on the third underground floor seemed to be mocking him without a sound.
"Why?"
"Why!"
He suddenly stood up, eyes bloodshot and expression savage. He stepped forward, tore off the Buddha Mother Mantra Wheel with its red background and gold characters, then