Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 1230 - 1193: Heroes, Twilight_3

Chapter 1230: Chapter 1193: Heroes, Twilight_3

"Fang Beijun, so you’ve come. Well then."

"Shen Peisheng, you too have said quite a lot."

"But, I need none of it!"

"My health is even better!"

"As long as I’m here, I’m the one who calls the shots in the Greater China Region!"

It seemed like a fleeting resurgence of energy, as Xiahou Qi, from seemingly nowhere, strung several sentences together.

His voice was low and hoarse, yet unwaveringly firm.

His body swayed like a flat boat amid tumultuous waves, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment, yet still he stood his ground, unwavering.

He said he would hold the last gateway for Bai Xiaosheng and the others.

And he meant to do just that!

Shen Peisheng stared steadily at his old foe and walked over to Xiahou Qi, step by step.

With each step, a smile slowly spread across Shen Peisheng’s face.

For decades, he felt he had never smiled with such glee.

"Elder Xia, why bother? Moreover, is there any point to this?"

"We have been rivals for decades, neither of us able to overpower the other. But now, as you grow old, you’ve become muddled, entrusting your hopes in that Bai Xiaosheng."

"Do you really think that what he obtained in Nanyu was due to our oversight?"

"No, I allowed him to find it on purpose!"

"Oh, speaking of which, I would have thought it impossible for anyone else to have gotten their hands on it so smoothly! Bai Xiaosheng is truly not an ordinary man; he actually managed to do it!"

"Yet his success is precisely what’s digging your grave! It made you send away all your support here, wearing you out with endless toil, making it impossible for you to carry on!"

"Being betrayed by the younger generation you trusted most, how do you feel about it now, tell me, I’m actually quite eager to hear!"

With a voice that only the two of them could hear, Shen Peisheng spoke these words.

Xiahou Qi stared fixedly at him, biting on the corner of his mouth, focusing to keep his consciousness clear.

Even the corners of Xiahou Qi’s mouth seemed to faintly ooze blood. "You haven’t won yet!"

Shen Peisheng silently laughed, seemingly in mockery of Xiahou Qi.

"Not won? Where did you get that idea from? Do you think that half the people in the Greater China Region won’t submit to me?"

"Let me tell you, once I’ve fully taken control, you’ll see how I deal with that Bai surname kid, and with Li Haofeng, Zheng Honghu, Chen Yucheng!"

"These people whom you think represent the future hope of the Greater China Region, I won’t let off a single one!"

"You are their root; if you fall, can they last long?"

"You’d better take good care of yourself, recover well, once you’re in better shape, I’ll be sure to have you watch with your eyes wide open as your years of hard work go up in flames!"

Shen Peisheng said with utmost earnestness, lowering his voice.

The people in the room, perhaps some faintly heard something, but wisely pretended they heard nothing, continuing to whisper among themselves.

Merely discussing that Shen Peisheng should succeed to the position, and Xiahou Qi should relinquish power.

"You dare!"

Xiahou Qi, upon hearing Shen Peisheng’s threat, suddenly widened his bloodshot eyes, the whites laced with red veins, glaring at Shen Peisheng like a ferocious demon.

His emotions grew more intense, and he couldn’t stop coughing violently, his coughs uncontrollable, sending droplets of blood spewing with his saliva.

Shen Peisheng stepped back in disgust but then sneered coldly watching the current state of Xiahou Qi.

The mighty President of the Greater China Region!

What a pitiful old hound in its twilight years!

"To set up this trap for you, I’ve sacrificed my direct lineage and painstaking efforts, now it’s my time to reap the rewards. You can’t stop it!" Shen Peisheng whispered.

In your dreams!

Xiahou Qi longed to tell Shen Peisheng that, but alas, every time he opened his mouth, his throat wheezed like a broken bellows, racked with endless coughs.

Not a word could he speak.

The crowd in the room quieted down, looking at Xiahou Qi with indifference.

There, Fang Beijun also looked on coldly.

He had received quite a few benefits from Shen Peishen and had expended a great deal of effort to secure this opportunity.

The doctor who came with Fang Beijun was about to step forward but was stopped by Fang Beijun.

"It’s just a cough, let’s wait a bit," said Fang Beijun with a smile.

The doctor immediately fell silent and stepped back.

"Elder Xia!" Wang Mubei called out from the door urgently, disregarding everything as he dashed over.

This time, no one stopped him, not even Shen Peishen, who allowed him to come forward.

Xiahou Qi heard Wang Mubei’s voice, and like seeing a glimmer of hope, summoned all his willpower to clench his teeth, one hand covering his mouth and the other tremblingly reaching out to his assistant.

"Medicine!"

Xiahou Qi said with the last of his strength.

The medicine Bai Xiaosheng had given him—he had one last pill!

The medicine wouldn’t cure the illness, but it could suppress the pain, enabling him to speak.

As long as he could get some relief, he, Xiahou Qi, would not fall. He would personally call headquarters to tell them he was okay!

At that time, neither Shen Peishen nor Fang Beijun would take his position away!

Xiahou Qi looked at Shen Peishen, the scene in his eyes somewhat distorted but still fixating the other man firmly in his sight.

Shen Peishen!

I’ve battled with you for decades!

You haven’t won yet, and I haven’t lost!

At the last moment, as long as I am here, I will guard this final line for Sheng and the others. Your schemes are cruel and indeed surprising, but you won’t succeed!

No!

Xiahou Qi was conveying his beliefs through his eyes.

Shen Peishen looked on indifferently at Xiahou Qi as he reached towards Wang Mubei, without the slightest intention of stopping him.

Wang Mubei looked anxious, his hand already reaching into his pocket, drawing something out.

"Medicine!"

Xiahou Qi’s gaze turned to Wang Mubei, bursting out with power, shouting out loud.

He staked all his remaining energy on that pill.

The room fell silent, everyone watching the scene.

Finally, Wang Mubei drew out the pill, his expression urgent as he handed it over.

Xiahou Qi watched as his hand inched closer to the pill, his eyes brightening slightly.

Hope was approaching...

However, just at the last few inches, the pill stopped.

Xiahou Qi seemed as if he could reach it, yet he couldn’t.

Xiahou Qi lifted his eyes in stunned disbelief.

Wang Mubei’s eyes brimmed with tears, his face full of regret.

"I’m sorry, Elder Xia. In the end, you have to step down, and I still need this job, need to provide for my family."

Wang Mubei appeared despondent.

"Forgive me!"

The pill fell from Wang Mubei’s hand, and then he crushed it under his foot.

Accompanying Xiahou Qi’s last hope dissolving into dust.

To be betrayed by the person he trusted most was more lethal than all other blows combined.

Xiahou Qi stared straight at Wang Mubei, his heart dead with grief, and gave a final, miserable smile.

Then, Xiahou Qi’s eyes closed, and his body fell straight backward.

"I’m sorry, Sheng. This last line of defense... I couldn’t hold it for you..."