The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 1022 - 1021: Congratulations, You’ve Uncovered Yet Another of Your Wife’s Aliases!

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1021: Congratulations, You’ve Uncovered Yet Another of Your Wife’s Aliases!

Perhaps no one else could see it, but for him, this was undoubtedly a duel bristling with sharp edges and riddled with peril.

It was already quite a struggle for him to hold out this long.

No one had ever forced him to exert his full strength before, and now, the "Second Team" was that exception.

He had always thought of the Second Team as a bunch of unskilled connections, but after this match, well, it seemed they did have some moves.

"Hey... stop it..."

Yun Zhijuan sounded like a lifeless robot, weakly murmuring, "Stop..."

The reason for his weakness was because he could see his future through this duel.

Utter despair.

He wanted to quit. Right now, he just wanted to go back home.

As Yun Zhijuan despairingly considered leasing a fish pond so he could fish every day, the corner of his eye caught something. Damn it!

"Mian Xiaobao, don’t! He’s—"

Before Yun Zhijuan finished yelling, the steel wire in Lu Mian’s hand had already precisely coiled around One Team’s waist.

At this instant, if she exerted just a bit more strength, she could slice him cleanly in two.

Shuddering violently, Yun Zhijuan no longer cared about anything else and staggered forward to intervene.

But simultaneously, Xiao Qimo, whose fate now hung in someone else’s hands, calmly lifted his eyelids. Paying no mind to the steel wire threatening to cut like molten iron at his waist, a gun appeared between the fingers of his hand.

The icy firearm twirled a few rounds at his fingertips, and in the next second, the muzzle pressed against Lu Mian’s waist.

Move? Make a move, and I’ll kill you.

This reflected the truest inner thoughts of both individuals at that moment.

Yun Zhijuan: ... I beg you, can you just let me say something?

Dashing forward frantically, Yun Zhijuan wasn’t sure whether he was overwhelmed by the aura emanating from the First and Second Teams, or simply tripped by the disheveled carpet. After a mere couple of steps, he stumbled and landed flat onto the ground, utterly ungraceful in posture.

Lu Mian: ... Did Old Yun just have a stroke?

Xiao Qimo: ... Could this senior of mine be trying to scam us?

This small accident caused both Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo to momentarily pause in their feud, their hostility retracting slightly. For the first time, the two faced each other directly and truly looked at the other.

This represented mutual acknowledgment of each other’s capabilities—they finally placed each other in their sights.

However, it was this very glance that marked the turning point of the entire duel.

Their gazes met.

Time seemed to freeze instantly.

Two pairs of eyes crossed paths midair, and Xiao Qimo felt as if struck by lightning; a sudden chill ran down his spine.

Those eyes...

Those eyes...

For a moment, he had no idea why, but an involuntary sweat broke out on him...

The weather was warm, his earlier intense movements had him flushed and overheated, yet here he was, breaking out in cold sweat.

He thought he must be going insane.

In that heartbeat of eye contact, he couldn’t help but feel the person before him looked remarkably like his wife.

Lu Mian.

Her name exploded in his mind, and the cold, imposing aura around Xiao Qimo dissipated entirely.

He must be mad; he must have gone insane thinking about Lu Mian.

As for Lu Mian, she maintained her grip on the steel wire, her fathomless dark eyes hiding traces of confusion.

Everything today had gone exactly according to her plan.

She stepped onto the stage with overwhelming force, launching a deadly ambush against the First Team and forcing him to react. Whether this duel ended in life or death, win or lose, she had no concern for unforeseen complications.

Yet, at this moment, the expression in the eyes of the man opposite her was rattling her profoundly, making her soul tremble.

She felt that gaze was oddly familiar...

On the stage, the two seemed frozen in place, silently facing each other. Neither spoke a word, nor made any movement.

The spectators below gradually regained their breath, exchanging unsure glances. Was it over?

But this atmosphere was just too odd!

Eerie and suffocating.

"Did we survive?" Someone let out a post-trauma chuckle.

"So, who won in the end?"

"It must be First Team, right? Didn’t you see their gun pointed at Second Team?"

"No, no, look closely! The steel wire from Second Team is also wrapped around First Team’s waist!"

Third Team: ... Damn, what an incredible duel.

So incredible he didn’t see a thing, only two shadowy figures clashing.

"Fourth Team, you have good eyesight. Can you tell which side has the advantage?" One of them turned to Fourth Team for insight.

Fourth Team let out a cold chuckle under their mask, though outwardly they stroked their chin with feigned thoughtfulness. "Well... hard to say. It depends on their next moves. But perhaps it’s best to stop here. No need to sour relations."

Outwardly, the Commander expressed: Stop fighting; don’t harm the camaraderie.

But inwardly, they kept yelling: Keep fighting! Fight harder! The fiercer your fight, the greater benefit for me. Best if one dies and the other gets injured—that’d be perfect!

"Oh..." The Fifth Team Commander quizzically tilted his head. "Why aren’t they moving? So, are they fighting or not?"

On stage, Xiao Qimo stood staring deeply at the Second Team Commander, only a meter away.

Before, he didn’t know the meaning of "an eternity in a glance."

Now he knew.

For instance, this moment felt as though eons had passed.

Eons long enough for him to count every eyelash on the Second Team Commander.

It wasn’t an illusion.

It wasn’t madness.

His body swayed slightly, concealing every emotion beneath the mask.

The man parted his lips and finally spoke the first words, in a long, drawn-out voice.

"Wucheng?"

Xiao Qimo watched as the Second Team’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Then in a flash, a matching question floated over.

"Las Vegas?"

Xiao Qimo: ...

Lu Mian: ...

These two lines seemed incomprehensible to the audience below.

But for the two on stage, they were etched deeply in memory. Those were destinations their respective spouses had traveled to for business trips.

Almost like a code, once exchanged, it signified one undeniable truth.

Lu Mian narrowed her gaze and stared deeply across at him.

The piercing intent in her eyes cut silently like blades, surrounding Xiao Qimo entirely.

Xiao Qimo felt as though he were enduring scorching flames and divine punishment, utterly shocked. His mind split in two: one side screaming "Lu Mian," while the other repeated "Second Team Commander."

Meanwhile, a devilish little figure inside his brain sneered, saying: Congratulations, you’ve just exposed another layer of your wife’s disguise!

"..."

Xiao Qimo couldn’t comprehend his own feelings. The sun was high, the weather warm, yet he felt a bone-deep chill, paired with dizzying despair.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t reconcile the two identities in front of him.

But the truth was—

His wife, his mischievous little demon, his pampered sweetheart, stood here before him. As the Second Team Commander of IEG, she had reunited with him.

There wasn’t even a trace of joy in the reunion, only an overwhelming surge of frustration, regret, and helplessness.

Yun Zhijuan picked himself up off the floor and quietly shuffled to the side, desperately minimizing his presence.

Well, it seemed he wouldn’t need to explain anything now.