Lin An Wakes Up in Pain: His Whole Body Feels Like It's Been Dismantled, What Exactly Happened Last Night?

Long Hengxu raised a hand and pointed at the ceiling, speaking each word with deliberate emphasis.

"True God-Grade Mecha! Domain-based. Target-locking. Wide-area scanning. All-weather surveillance. It has the entire city locked down."

"Someone's got a gun to your head, and you're still this stubborn?"

Wu Zhangkong's gaze turned icy in an instant.

The temperature in those ice-blue eyes seemed to plunge below freezing.

"What gives you the right to speak to me like that?"

He was Eastsea Academy's foremost expert.

A graduate of Shrek's inner court. A member of the Tang Sect.

Whenever Long Hengxu saw him in the past, all he could do was lower his head and force a smile.

Yet now, he actually dared to press him this aggressively, even pointing at his face and cursing him.

"Very well."

Wu Zhangkong slowly raised his hand, ice-blue Soul Power gathering in his palm.

"I'd like to see what gives you the confidence—"

"Do you really not have a single weakness?"

Long Hengxu was not flustered in the slightest.

He leaned back in his chair, lifted his teacup, and took a sip.

Wu Zhangkong's movement paused slightly.

"A weakness?"

He repeated the words, then curled his lips into a mocking smile.

"You think I can be corrupted by money like you? My heart died a long time ago."

He paused, and a blade-like resolve entered his voice.

"I'm telling you, I've already decided the slots for the promotion match. No one can change them. Lin An wants to compete? Fine. He can wait until next year."

Long Hengxu set down his teacup.

He looked at Wu Zhangkong's face, which practically said, "What can you do about it?" and suddenly smiled.

The smile was small, yet it inexplicably sent a chill down Wu Zhangkong's spine.

Then Long Hengxu bent down