A Legal Channel

A chain pulled Han Xin out of the wall, and then, amidst the somewhat puzzled gazes of the citizens, dragged him back. Many people witnessed this scene, but instead of causing panic, it only made the atmosphere of the night more frenzied.

"Hey, that's impressive! You left this whole glass of wine; I'm not leaving until I'm drunk tonight."

"Such formidable strength! A true master! I wonder if I'll ever encounter such a powerful expert in the battles of the imperial city."

Taking advantage of the exciting sound of the explosion, the people below grabbed some "legal drugs" distributed by Blue Dream Company, and excitedly stepped into the bustling city.

At the top of the mall, Bai Mo was using the Asura Way to repair Han Xin's face. His heart hadn't been destroyed; this guy was still alive. Watching Han Xin's head begin to regenerate in a visible way, like a wire-spinning printer.

At the same time, several people's teasing voices echoed through the space. Tiandao and Dongni watched this scene, the latter's expression showing some surprise.

"That was ruthless."

"Sigh, this kid's been fighting those freaks all day, he's forgotten his current power level. Does he still think 750,000 horses is the same as everyone else's 750,000 horses?"

The Tiandao watched this scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Although both possessed a power of 750,000 horsepower, Bai Mo was now a genuine 900,000 horsepower. This was akin to the difference between a small knife in the hands of an ordinary person and an elite assassin.

"You know, although that method was pretty brutal, the suffering wasn't for nothing."

Bai Cinan also took a sip of tea, recalling the past. Ordinary strongmen would cultivate in the pressure chamber of nuclear materials. The more ruthless ones, like himself in the past, would constantly unleash power that would destroy themselves, so as to increase their strength and train their power flow at the same time.

However, when Bai Mo transferred the Lostbelt, he energized the entire world and then transferred it through the Fantasy Tree, essentially burning every single molecule of himself to ashes.

Both times, they recovered from the ashes like seeds sprouting and growing back into large trees. Although extremely dangerous, the increase in traffic was also remarkably rapid.

However, it's still not comparable to those guys who dominate the Fantasy Tree and create things recklessly; increasing traffic isn't something that happens overnight. This method is just a quick transition in the early stages.

Both the Terrible Emperor and Nidhogg have occupied the Fantasy Tree for at least several hundred years. In terms of sheer volume of power generated by their two outbursts, they still Duryodhana the opponent's long-term, meticulous work and unique physical characteristics.

But when dealing with a normal, strong magnetic field, things turn out like this.

"Ouch! Whew, did my head just explode?"

Han Xin gazed at the familiar marketplace, panting heavily. He felt a surge of relief at being resurrected, but even more so...

"Tsk, how am I still alive?"

"Sorry, you can't die yet. You should have calmed down by now, right?"

Han Xin was about to say something when Bai Mo silenced him with a single sentence.

The Qin Shi Huang is still alive.

Some time later, in a private room on the top floor of the mall, Ritsuka was dipping grilled meat into the sauce. With one bite, the delicious juices of the top-grade Wagyu beef burst in her mouth. The girl covered her cheek with one hand and made a sound of happiness.

On the other side of the private room, Bai Mo and Han Xin sat in chairs, watching the person in front of them down a pitcher of beer in one gulp, then wipe their mouth with a hearty laugh and say:

"Although I had thought about it before, I was still somewhat surprised to actually confirm that His Majesty was not dead. Well, since His Majesty is still alive, I will continue to fulfill my duties as a subject."

I will prepare everything you need.

Seeing Han Xin's sudden change in attitude, Bai Mo couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"You seem unconcerned about the Qin Shi Huang's concealment of you? At least in my opinion, he could still summon you back if he wanted to, right? To be frank, this isn't exactly a sign of trust."

Han Xin, sitting opposite him, nodded, then downed another pitcher of beer, took a deep breath, and said:

"You don't usually use your mind-reading ability, do you? To His Majesty, we ministers are just pawns. Pawns only need to make moves according to the player's plan. Whether there's a rook in front or a knight to the side is not something we need to consider."

It's like a game of chess; victory is achieved by eliminating the opponent's commander. I'm used to Your Majesty's strategy; after all, I've served you for a very, very long time.

Only the young generals would harbor doubts.

The person before him was vastly different from the military genius Bai Mo knew, but Bai Mo had completely accepted it. In this Lostbelt, no, in this world, one should not try to understand things based on one's past knowledge.

Xiang Yu was a creation of technology left over from the Age of Gods, and Yu Mei-ren was an elf. As for Han Xin and Qin Liangyu, Bai Mo only regarded them as people with the same name. The Qin Liangyu here and the heroine of the late Ming Dynasty in his history were two people with completely different experiences.

Is this the way you've chosen to exist?

Bai Mo asked this question out of the blue, and Han Xin raised an eyebrow. Bai Mo continued, "In your minds, it is only natural for a subject to die for his ruler. But so much time has passed, haven't you considered other options for living?"

Don't tell me this is your vision; if it were true, you would have risen up in rebellion the moment you woke up.

Despite their different experiences, there is no doubt that these people possess the same talent. During his time here, Bai Mo has also come to understand why this world has been classified as Lostbelt.

Han Xin looked outside and saw that the formation he had meticulously arranged was now just a tool for amusement in this marketplace.

Once upon a time, he studied military strategy in a humble room. After mastering it, he was filled with enthusiasm and wanted to make a name for himself. But in the end, he witnessed the end of military strategy through the Qin Shi Huang.

"Sigh, it's impossible not to have thought about it, but there's nothing I can do. After all, the world can only move forward under His Majesty's leadership."

Should we continue?

Bai Mo raised his head and looked up at the Great Wall in the distance. Stretching for thousands of miles, it stood high in the sky. Even though it was already possible to set foot on the ocean, it used the best ships as a fence.

Like the talented poet in the Epang Palace, who spent his entire life creating poems praising the emperor.

The necessary documents would take a day to process, and it was already late. Han Xin had already arranged rooms for Ritsuka and the others, but when he heard that there was one more person accompanying them, his expression became somewhat subtle.