Psionic Bombardment and Soldier Tokens

Guangzhou.

Baoneng International Sports and Performing Arts Center.

Han Xiaoyu sat in a wheelchair with her arm in a sling, overlooking the entire venue.

She was determined to secure this concert, so she had come all the way here in advance to scout the place and look for a seat she liked.

A voice came through her Bluetooth earpiece. "...I'm asking you one last time. Did you deliberately go easy on Huang Jia or not?"

"No."

Han Xiaoyu told the person on the other end, "director, I've made myself very clear. I didn't go easy on him, and I didn't throw the fight. Once a fight starts, I don't cut anyone slack."

"I simply couldn't beat him."

There was silence in the earpiece for a while.

"You are [Sage Emperor Guan]."

"Guan Yunchang also suffered defeat and retreated to Maicheng back then. Victory and defeat are common in war." Miss Han sounded utterly unconcerned.

"You said he attacked you with the Miracle [Lightning]?"

"Yes."

"The Lightning covered the entire ring and exceeded the ring's tolerance threshold."

"Yes."

"You were instantly seriously injured, then returned directly here and entered the emergency channel?"

"Yes."

The director asked, "Why didn't you block it?"

"Medical insurance can reimburse injuries in full, but the bureau can't reimburse combat losses. Although this was official business, the reference limit was only three million, right... I don't have much savings either, so using medical insurance was more cost-effective."

"..."

The director on the other end was speechless for a while, then coughed. "You, honestly. You didn't run into Bai Qi, but you dragged out a Huang Jia instead."

Han Xiaoyu said casually, "I originally wanted to warm up and test his strength too. I didn't expect the test to land me in the ICU. Bad luck."

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