"—You!"
Gao Song's expression instantly twisted. Extre anger made him almost unable to resist leaping to his feet. If Twenty Faces had not directly intervened and pressed him back down, he would have been disqualified for violating the rules.
Ming Po had not said a single swear word, yet Gao Song lost control to such an extent.
This was not only because Ming Po's aggressiveness was overwhelming—it proved another point: Gao Song's composure was actually quite poor.
Although he looked elegant and poised, always smiling, speaking softly, and behaving impeccably like an old-money gentleman—as if he were a modern aristocrat—it was all an act. It was unknown who he had learned it from, but it clearly did not belong to him.
He was so furious that his carefully grood, slicked-back hair was almost standing on end.
Yet at this mont, Ming Po chose to ignore him.
He turned his head and said to Gao Fan, "Ask it this way—can it be bought from others using physical currency?"
This question had no negative impact on Ming Po, because his answer had already been locked down to a Treasure.
And Treasures obviously could not be bought with money from the Material Realm. But this question was a near-fatal blow to Gao Song, who had been locked down as a 'toy.'
"Can it be bought from soone else?" Gao Fan smoothly followed his advice and asked imdiately.
None of the cards in front of the three lit up. This ant the answer they all received was the sa: No.
"A toy that cannot be bought—" Ming Po smiled faintly and looked at Gao Song. "It is about ti."
If a toy could not be bought, it ant it held a special significance to Gao Song. And this answer must be known by soone among them—which ant it had to be known by Gao Fan.
Within Gao Fan's knowledge, there probably would not be many similar items. With just a little more narrowing down, they could attempt to guess the answer!
Ming Po knew very well—since answering incorrectly three tis in a row resulted in death, the most correct approach was to not exhaust the Twenty Questions. Instead, after narrowing the choices down sufficiently, they should start guessing the correct answer, asking a calibrating question after every two guesses to reset the 'three tis in a row' counter. Right now, they had only used up ten questions—they still had plenty of leeway.
As for what it specifically might be, they only needed to ask Gao Song.
But the fiercely grimacing Gao Song, after reaching the limits of his rage, surprisingly burst into laughter.
He inexplicably cald back down. He looked at Ming Po, revealing a bizarre smile, and thodically restored his elegant and unhurried deanor.
Were it not for his pupils glowing with a wolf-like eerie green light, he would look exactly the sa as when the ga first began.
He waved his hand in a feigned gentlemanly manner and said calmly, "It is fine, you can just continue asking."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. It was a sneer, waiting to watch a good show.
—Strange.
Ming Po's heart suddenly tightened.
He could see through the psychology of others. In his past gas, his magical, unbelievable actions that seed like sheer luck were almost all due to him seeing through the essence of others within just a few minutes of contact. His ability to break Gao Song's defenses with a single sentence was exactly because of this.
But now— Ming Po clearly saw that Gao Song was not just pretending to be calm.
Even though he had been backed into such a corner, he genuinely believed from the bottom of his heart that he would not be guessed. Judging from the light shining in the depths of his pupils, he had already activated his Title ability.
Ming Po already knew that the prefix of Luck brought a preemptive, overpowering fortune, and Silver Crown was a pseudo-super armor state that provided immunity to ntal control. These two abilities were permanent passive effects.
—Then, the Title ability he was activating now must be the effect of Mistletoe. It was precisely because of this Title's effect that Gao Song suddenly felt at ease.
Yet Ming Po felt absolutely nothing wrong with himself.
His perception was extrely sharp right now—the abilities of the Domain of Slaughter enhanced instincts, which included perception. If there was spying or interference, he should at least be able to sense the anomaly.
But— Ming Po felt nothing at all.
What exactly was it? What exactly was it— What had he overlooked?
While Ming Po was thinking, the cald Gao Song looked at Gao Fan.
"Little Fan." Gao Song's expression was now so calm it was almost abnormal. "I will give you a chance. Sell out this friend of yours—and you can follow afterward."
Hearing this, Gao Fan looked at Gao Song with extre disgust.
Before he could speak, Gao Song continued on his own, "Have you heard of the organization known as the Chinese Chamber of Comrce? Only the absolute top billionaires in China can join it."
"Ah, I have heard of it," Gao Fan said coldly. "An illegal organization that collectively refused to sign the Watch and Assist Protocol."
"Illegal?" Hearing this, Gao Song laughed out loud. He looked at Gao Fan with the pitying gaze one might reserve for a fool and slowly shook his head. "You really have been brainwashed. Deceivers of the World have no political organizations at all, nor do they belong to any organization. What laws are there? Whose laws? You do not honestly think the laws of mortals can govern us, do you? If that were true, then everyone who survived the Ga of Deception has broken the law! They have all committed the cri of murder!"
He shouted loudly, "We use Ti Chips to maintain order, use future technology to drive the era's developnt, and use precognitive intelligence to manipulate finance— Do you know the true value of this circle? No matter how ti is reset, the enterprises we have built will stand unshakable. Because our enterprises form the Pillar of this era. You have no idea how many technologies you take for granted were brought back by us as Paradoxical Technology.
"How many people live in houses we built? How many people work in our subsidiary companies? And how many people use the things we produce and manufacture? If any one of us were to disappear, do you know how much chaos it would cause in the world? How many would lose their jobs? How much technology would vanish into thin air? Our organization even collaborates with Deceivers of the World holding massive capital in other countries. Compared to that Divine Cody which always wants to control others, we are the more orthodox organization, are we not?
"Without us, the entire global situation would change, and it would not even be impossible for a world war to break out again. You have mingled with those lower-class people for too long, Little Fan. You have forgotten how noble the blood flowing in your veins is."
"?" Gao Fan retorted, "Where exactly am I noble?"
"Of course you are noble, Little Fan. You are nobler than this person, nobler than —nobler than most people." Gao Song said calmly, "Your father was a Deceiver of the World, your mother was a Deceiver of the World, and I am also a Deceiver of the World. Your grandfather, who is now retired, is a Deceiver of the World too. Your entire family is comprised of Deceivers of the World.
"Before your parents gave birth to you, they were already Deceivers of the World. They spent ten full months to bring you into the world. Your 'cost' is already close to a Ti Gold Deceiver of the World. What flows within you has never been blood from the Material Realm to begin with. If Deceivers of the World have a bloodline, then starting from your generation, you are the most pure-blooded Deceiver of the World!"
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