Between the lines, there was nothing but disdain and contempt.
Upon hearing its words, the girl it was holding giggled. She placed her hand on Chris’s chest. "Well, that’s expected. After all, Great Xia’s ambition is just so limited, never daring to go big. Unlike abroad, where everything they make is grand and impressive—and not just the buildings, Black brother, I’d imagine yours is also..."
As she spoke, her hand began to slide downward.
But considering that it was still dayti and soone was live streaming behind them, she didn’t want to be too explicit, so she stopped her hand at Chris’s belly button and went no further.
Chris burst into laughter upon hearing this, giving the woman a hard kiss. "GOOD, GOOD! Don’t worry, tonight and my good brothers will show you what a real man is like—and what won’s pleasure is."
Then he looked towards the crowd in front of him.
It was just about to ask why Zhang Beixing hadn’t arrived. Yet, before it could utter the words, it noticed Lin Siqi, Chen Rourou, and Sophia Zhou standing among the crowd.
Chris’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
Since coming to Great Xia, it had been with plenty of won who worshipped anything foreign. But so far, let alone sleeping with them, it hadn’t even seen Great Xia won as beautiful as these.
The innate vices of its race burst forth unabashedly.
Without hesitation, it pushed aside the woman snuggled against it and started tidying up its unsightly appearance, ready to step forward and ask the three won for their WeChat.
At the sa ti, the rest of the people present also noticed it. Upon realizing this was the Chris who had a conflict with Zhang Beixing, their faces openly displayed disgust.
"This is the Black Ghost, seriously revolting!"
"Breathing the sa air as this person makes my throat feel uncomfortable. I heard they’re full of diseases—if they don’t have HIV or HPV, they’re even embarrassed to go out in their own place!"
"Damn, that’s terrifying! I won’t get infected by them, will I? Quick, sobody give a mask!"
"By the way, where is Lao Zhang? We’re all here; why hasn’t this guy showed up yet?"
"Yeah, he isn’t replying to ssages or answering calls. Why has this guy disappeared at such a critical mont?"
"Lao Zhang, hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"
People talked amongst themselves, puzzled, wondering why Zhang Beixing had not yet shown up even as the competition was about to start.
At the sa ti, the group of Black Ghosts who ca with Chris also noticed this and couldn’t help but laugh.
The one live streaming with his phone revealed a smile, speaking in not-so-fluent Chinese, "Hey bros, guess what we’ve found. Zhang Beixing actually didn’t co. Hahaha! This is your so-called kung fu master? More like mouth-fu master!"
The other Black Ghosts joined in, "That’s right! They were so loud on the internet, giving us only two days’ ti. Now we’re here, where are you? Scared, eh? Is this your so-called ’Chinese kung fu’? It’s even worse than those fake fighters we’ve dealt with before!"
"Absolutely right! At least they dared to have a go with us. This Grandmaster Zhang doesn’t even dare to fight, only dares to make noise online!"
"Coward!"
"Jockey!"
One after another, the group of Black Ghosts taunted relentlessly.
The audience in the live stream also felt a sudden concern.
"What’s going on, where is Zhang Beixing? Why isn’t he showing up?"
"Damn it, he seed so fierce online, but how co it’s like this in reality?"
"Bro, don’t do this. What are we, your supportive netizens, supposed to do? Are we just clowns now?"
"Heh, I knew there was sothing unusual about this situation. The doubts it raised were too nurous. For all we know, this whole thing could have been scripted by Zhang Beixing and this Chris just for fa."
"What nonsense is the person above talking about? How dare any lousy characters try to leech off my Black brother? Does my Black brother need to stoop to such low asures to beco famous?"
"No! I cannot believe it. Who would joke about such a thing, make up a script? Zhang Beixing, stop kidding around and co out, quickly!"
"I believe Zhang Beixing is not here because he must have sothing else going on. It must be so!"
"......"
The netizens discussed heatedly, unwilling to believe that this could be the outco.
Seeing their comnts, the Black Ghosts laughed even more arrogantly.
And then, at that mont, "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP—" a shrill, piercing horn blast sounded from behind.
On hearing this noise, Chris, who had just tidied himself up and was about to ask the three won for their WeChat, felt annoyed. He turned his head. He wanted to see who was so clueless as to dare to disturb it—an esteed ’Black master’ like itself.
But as soon as he turned around, what caught his eye was an extended van speeding towards them, adorned with colorful floral wreaths.
Such a bizarre vehicle naturally attracted the attention of everyone present. Under their gaze, the van quickly stopped at the entrance of Shi University’s sports hall.
"Is that Lao Zhang?"
"Is Beixing here yet?"
"He’s finally arrived!"
"Go Beixing!!"
"No, don’t you guys think that vehicle is a bit weird?"
For a mont, whether it was at the scene or in the livestream, there was a chorus of cheering, everyone eager for Zhang Beixing to appear.
Soon, the car door swung open. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, a figure erged from the vehicle—it was indeed Zhang Beixing, still carrying the detachable long spear he had purchased on West Yin Mountain.
"Beixing!"
"It’s really Lao Zhang!"
Seeing Zhang Beixing step out of the vehicle, whether it was the people near the sports hall or the viewers in the livestream, all their attention was captured by him.
However, at that mont, they seed to sense sothing amiss.
They looked at Zhang Beixing, and then at the oddly-decorated van behind him.
Sohow, they couldn’t shake the feeling that the model of the van looked familiar.
"Here he cos, guys, let’s welco Grandmaster Zhang."
"Move it, move it, let’s greet him at the entrance."
Zheng Jituo, Lin Siqi, and other old acquaintances were now at the entrance of the sports hall to welco him.
Among them were also so classmates, all gathered at the entrance, providing Zhang Beixing with a grand reception—an atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the indifference the Black Ghost had faced upon its arrival.
Zheng Jituo, eyeing the extended van in front of him, narrowed his eyes and exclaid in surprise,
"Is this... a funeral vehicle?"
With these words, it was as if enlightennt struck.
People suddenly understood why they had felt this van was both odd and familiar at first glance—it turned out to be for this reason!
Also, because they were close, the netizens heard the comnt clearly.
They were slightly stupefied.
"No, a funeral vehicle? Why on earth would he drive a funeral vehicle?"
"I have no idea. Surely it can’t be that Zhang Beixing has been working at a funeral ho and, running late, just decided to drive here, right?"
"??? To the person above, do you even hear yourself? How could that be possible? A funeral vehicle is used for what purpose? Think about it, think hard!"
"Holy shit, could it be..."
The netizens were pensive.
At this mont, Zhang Beixing, having heard Zheng Jituo’s words, nodded his head. "Correct, this is a funeral vehicle!"
He then shouted over to Zheng Jituo, "Jituo, co and open the door!"
"Huh? Oh, right!" Upon hearing Zhang Beixing’s request, Zheng Jituo was startled at first.
Although not entirely sure why Zhang Beixing would bring a funeral vehicle, he quickly stuffed the banner into soone else’s hands and obediently walked up to open the rear door of the van.
And as he opened it and saw the contents inside, everyone finally understood why Zhang Beixing had arrived in a funeral vehicle.
Because inside the van was a coffin!
"!!!"
Upon seeing this, everyone present was taken aback.
They were baffled as to what Zhang Beixing was up to.
Then, under the puzzled gazes of everyone, they saw Zhang Beixing step into the vehicle, hoist the coffin onto his shoulders, and walk into Shi University’s sports hall.
"BANG!"
A loud thud echoed from the entrance. The crowd turned to look and saw Zhang Beixing had already slamd the coffin down right at the doorway, completely blocking the sports hall’s main doors!
Witnessing this scene, Chen Rourou was puzzled and couldn’t help asking, "What... what does this an?"
Zhang Beixing, hearing the question, looked towards the Black Ghost in the distance, the corner of his mouth curling into a fierce smile. "Today, they’re only getting out of this door if they’re lying in that coffin!"
With those words, the scene fell silent.
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