Berserk God of War
Chapter 419: An Interesting Game

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: An Interesting Game

Whoosh...

The people on deck were astounded, staring incredulously at the two figures inside the cabin door.

The Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, to be so tough.

At the same time, the guard leader clutching his chest ran toward Captain Di and asked, "Captain, are you alright?"

Captain Di lifted his head, his face so red it seemed about to ooze blood.

He fiercely retorted, "How could I be alright, I nearly died... How far are we from Wentian City now?"

"Less than an hour and we’ll be there," the guard leader promptly replied.

A sinister glint flashed in Captain Di’s eyes as he ground his teeth and said, "Good, good, good, now use the Innate Treasure to speed up and find the Shopkeeper of Wentian City’s Wanbao Pavilion branch ahead of time, tell him Third Young Master Lang is in danger."

Upon hearing this, a cold light flashed in the guard leader’s eyes, and he immediately understood Captain Di’s intent.

Now, Third Young Master Lang didn’t have any strong guards with him.

Although his own Martial Arts skills were extremely high, there could still be contingencies.

If he couldn’t beat them, it would be troublesome, and even if he could, those two students from the Holy Dragon Palace might take the opportunity to flee on dragons...

And Captain Di did not want to let them go; he wanted to crush them aboard the Long Question Mark.

As long as the Shopkeeper from the Wentian City’s Wanbao Pavilion brought reinforcements, together with Third Young Master Lang’s status as a student from the Heavenly Dao General Academy, even if they killed those two, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace wouldn’t dare to fart.

Without another word, the guard leader immediately mounted a Flying Mount and sped toward Wentian City.

Inside the cabin, Wenhua Hall!

This was the largest VIP hall on the Long Question Mark Divine Spaceship.

These commercial Divine Spaceships were generally quite large, at least ten times larger than those used for battle by the Black Burning Army.

Inside the ship, there were naturally various rooms and services available.

Some wealthy young masters liked to hold feasts on Divine Spaceships, enjoying the scenery of various places while discussing poetry and romance.

At this moment, Wenhua Hall was just like that, with music reminiscent of flowing mountain streams, dancers moving gracefully in the middle, surrounded by a group of young masters brimming with drunkenness.

Suddenly, one of the wealthy young masters looked toward the main seat and asked, "Third Young Master Lang, did I just hear some sounds of fighting?"

The person at the main seat was naturally Lang Yizhan, who, with the dual status of being the third son of Wanbao Pavilion and a student from the Inner Palace of the Heavenly Dao General Academy, was more than enough to make the other young masters present hang their heads.

These people were nothing more than the sons of local tycoons from the Long Night Empire.

However, Lang Yizhan still gave them face, because he intended to rally the forces related to the Long Night Empire and Wanbao Pavilion; the master of Wanbao Pavilion had let Yisuo Lang join the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace with the intention of grooming him.

In other words, the business of the Long Night Empire was supposed to belong to Yisuo Lang, and their elder brother had not yet intruded upon it.

To Lang Yizhan, this was naturally a good opportunity.

By taking away what his father originally intended for his second brother, he then had the chance to contend with his elder brother.

"Fighting?"

Upon hearing that, Lang Yizhan subconsciously lifted his eyes and then shrugged indifferently, saying, "Perhaps some people are having a conflict on deck, it’s unrelated to us. Come on, let’s drink."

Because of the surrounding music, and because of Sikong Jing’s overwhelming speed against the guards, Lang Yizhan had not noticed anything amiss.

And he didn’t believe there would be any issues.

In the Long Night Empire, no one dared to lay a hand on him, and as for the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, it must be under pressure from Elder Ma Daoming by now, unable to even lift their heads, so they naturally couldn’t rush over to save Baili Que.

Even the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace wouldn’t know that Baili Que was on the return journey on the Long Question Mark.

Therefore, Lang Yizhan was very at ease.

Hearing his words, the others stopped paying attention to the supposed fighting and just toasted each other.

At this moment, one of the young masters chuckled and asked, "Third Young Master Lang, didn’t you say there was another interesting program? Don’t keep us in suspense, we’re all very curious."

As the words fell, a look of anticipation gleamed in the eyes of the young noblemen.

"There’s a very special program at this banquet, and I wonder what it could be?"

"The best would be if Lang Yizhan gave some good fortune to his own business."

Lang Yizhan chuckled lightly as he took a sip of wine, then said, "Since everyone is so curious, I will now reveal the answer. Bring me Baili Que."

No sooner had his voice faded than a pale-faced woman in black was escorted up by two palace-dressed women.

The woman in black was naturally Baili Que.

She was tightly bound with ropes at the moment, her voluptuous figure highlighted, causing the spirits of the young noblemen on the scene to surge, their eyes gleaming.

"Third Young Master Lang, who is this woman? I like her so much."

Several noblemen couldn’t help but stand up.

Baili Que was a great beauty in her own right, but her Dark Dragon Mountain attribute and strength, coupled with her current predicament, created an overwhelmingly strong visual impact...

These young noblemen, when had they ever seen a beauty of this caliber?

The corners of Lang Yizhan’s mouth twitched slightly as he introduced slowly, "Baili Que, the Chief Inner Palace Student from Dark Dragon Mountain of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace."

As these words came out, the once boisterous banquet hall instantly quietened down, eyes widening in disbelief.

"This, this..."

Though the noblemen were often indulged, they were not fools.

They would not dare to offend the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, let alone Baili Que, the Chief Student of Dark Dragon Mountain.

"Next, let’s play an interesting game."

"I’m sure you are all looking forward to the chance to marry the Chief of Dark Dragon Mountain back home, aren’t you?"

"Shortly, I will toss the embroidered ball for Baili Que. Whoever catches it, I will host a grand wedding for him with Baili Que in Wentian City. I wonder if you gentlemen are interested?"

Lang Yizhan squinted his eyes, looking at the noblemen all around.

They were stunned, such a game it was, and one hesitantly said, "Third Young Master Lang, I fear we wouldn’t dare to marry her."

"Hahaha..."

Lang Yizhan burst into laughter, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"Afraid of what? This is a proper and official marriage to Baili Que, not anyone else."

"And it’s a wedding I’m hosting for you. Then, I will also grant the groom the status of a student of the Heavenly Dao General Academy."

"A student of the Heavenly Dao Academy marrying the Holy Dragon Palace student, it is entirely proper and to be expected!"

Upon hearing this, the young noblemen’s spirits soared, their eyes shining with excitement, eager to try their luck.

"And do you not have the confidence to conquer her in bed?"

"Hehe, the products from Wanbao Pavilion always come with a quality guarantee, Baili Que is definitely the original deal."

In an instant, the young noblemen clenched their fists.

Confident in their masculine charms, as men, they could not say no, their gazes fixated on Baili Que with fiery intent.

Meanwhile, Baili Que’s eyes were a fiery red, flashing with cold light...

But she was not only bound, even her voice was sealed, unable to utter a word.

"To it, I don’t believe I can’t conquer this chick."

"To marry the Chief of Dark Dragon Mountain of the Holy Dragon Palace and become a student of the Heavenly Dao Palace, I will bring glory to my ancestors."

"Yes, the more I think about it, the more thrilling it gets!"

One by one, buoyed by alcohol, the young noblemen’s courage grew.