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Chapter 137 - 132: The Business League is About to Cry_1

Chapter 137: Chapter 132: The Business League is About to Cry_1

At this moment, the boy was already climbing the steps, passing by a woman who was coming down.

However, just as the two crossed paths, the boy seemed to be accidentally bumped by the woman who was half his height taller, causing him to lose balance and tumble down the steps.

The woman was taken aback, clearly not expecting to knock someone over. Seeing it was a child, she quickly extended her hand to help him up: "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

The boy seemed quite shy, speaking quietly, picking himself up, and swiftly walked toward the stage.

The woman frowned and subconsciously reached into her pocket. Once she felt the familiar outline of the coin, she breathed a sigh of relief and left the stage to wait in the contestant rest area.

On the other side, the boy was on stage, apparently not intending to dawdle. He quickly chose a level two rank with poor attributes, and nonchalantly displayed a simple magic wand as his relic.

Such a reckless display was undoubtedly hasty. Not just the big guilds, even the leaders of the small factions looked down on these completely unremarkable attributes. They all hesitated, with no intention of turning on their lights.

But that was precisely the boy’s goal. He wanted to be eliminated as soon as possible and leave the place.

What he didn’t expect, however, was that the scene he had imagined with all the lights off did not happen. Instead, one light lit up to many people’s surprise - it was from the cross-tuning team!

"Very good. We greatly appreciate this young man’s capabilities!"

Zhang Yang had already walked around from behind the table at this point, heading directly towards the boy.

The boy became alert, but Zhang Yang had preemptively spoken in a low voice: "Kid, my glasses can see your basic attributes, you’re hiding your abilities, aren’t you? Hehe, I don’t know why you’re doing it, but how about you come over to our cross-tuning team first? If it doesn’t suit you, you can leave."

The boy was stupefied for a moment and seemed a bit at a loss for how to react.

Zhang Yang didn’t give him time to respond. He walked over, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and led him back toward the judging table.

At this time, several of his cross-tuning team colleagues had already approached with smiles, seemingly intending to offer him a handshake and make his acquaintance.

However, the boy noticed that these individuals had subtly formed a semi-circle around him, seemingly intending to surround him.

The boy immediately became wary and instinctively attempted to break free and run.

But Zhang Yang was faster than him. Seeing the changes in the boy’s face, Zhang Yang immediately pushed him to the ground shouting, "Take him down!"

The other members of the cross-tuning team instantly rushed in, pressing the boy down so he couldn’t move, took the magic wand out of his hand, and handcuffed him.

This sudden action caused an uproar at the scene.

The audience and judges were bewildered, wondering what exactly was happening.

"This guy is a thief. Check if you’ve lost anything!" Zhang Yang commanded, one hand still keeping the boy pinned down, while he addressed the others.

In the rest area, Xia Chongyu froze when he heard this, quickly took out the coin from his pocket and looked at it. His face changed drastically.

His coin had somehow become a game coin!

"My coin!" Xia Chongyu suddenly stood up, forgetting his calm demeanor in his panic.

Seeing the woman’s reaction, Huang Zhichao, from the Business Alliance judge seat, also grimaced.

Such an important item was stolen right under everyone’s noses. Unbelievable!

He and Master Li immediately rushed from behind the table towards the boy.

But the boy then seemed to bite down on something he had hidden in his mouth beforehand. A sudden burst of strength erupted from his body, breaking the handcuffs, and with a swift rolling movement, he pushed everyone back.

Zhang Yang and the rest quickly drew their weapons ready to fight, but while still in mid-air, the boy suddenly produced two purple orbs from his fingers, throwing them onto the stage. A cloud of smoke instantly enveloped the entire stage.

The people below could only hear a chaotic melee coming from the smoke. After a moment, footsteps echoed as a shadow emerged from the fog. A young man dressed all in black, with a striking scarf.

All these people against one, yet the first one out was the thief?

The others soon emerged from the smoke but had already lost too much ground. Huang Zhichao shouted in desperation, "Stop him! There’s a reward!"

As a famous internet celebrity and wealthy second-generation entrepreneur, Huang Zhichao’s low hesitation to spend money was well known. The ’reward’ he offered couldn’t be a small sum.

Some of the players were immediately tempted and began to surround the figure from all sides.

Of course, many more chose to give way. After all, the professionals on stage couldn’t catch this master. How could they, the newbies, handle him?

The boy didn’t care about other people’s reactions. After landing, he bolted straight for the exit. In the face of players blocking his way, he moved like a ghost, weaving and dodging fluidly through the crowd. His speed was so fast, he seemed to leave afterimages in his wake. None of the players blocking his way could even touch his clothes.

"Close all the gates!"

Zhang Yang chased after him, shouting the order. For major conventions like this one, they naturally would’ve made various contingency plans beforehand. There were officers from the cross-tuning team guarding at all exits. Once they heard the order, they hurriedly closed the gates.

Seeing this, the boy stopped pursuing the exit. Instead, he launched himself towards a corridor of shoulders, rushing forward, then leaping high in the direction of the second floor audience seats.