[What’s wrong, Your Majesty?] Sensing something off about Bi Xia, 007 asked.
Bi Xia took a deep look at the unreachable floor-to-ceiling window high up, ’What is that place?’
[That’s the high-end lounge of the racetrack, only special people can enter, huh?] 007 paused, stopping mid-sentence.
’What’s wrong?’ Bi Xia heard 007’s voice and asked.
After a long while, 007 spoke again, this time in an unprecedentedly serious tone, [Your Majesty, be careful, there’s a person with extremely high spiritual power in that high-end lounge, and their spiritual power just affected 007.]
If Bi Xia were in the study space right now, he would see a formatted little figure flickering, and the crystal screen it resided on was also flashing intermittently.
[If possible, please avoid clashing with him,] at this point, 007 muttered softly, [that person doesn’t harbor ill intentions, but their spiritual power feels familiar for some reason... where have I encountered it before...]
Bi Xia listened to 007’s words clearly, his gaze fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window. The last time 007 spoke , it was because of... Until Wu Zhiyuan and the other two walked up, Bi Xia slowly retrieved his gaze and turned to look at the three of them.
Wu Zhiyuan and Lin Bin greeted Bi Xia first with a smile. Bi Xia nodded and then turned his eyes to Meng Chi who followed behind them.
A former head of Class H’s Guardians, and a current leader. Logically, it should be a clash of titans, storming and surging, but at this moment, they simply looked at each other, faces unchanged, sizing each other up.
Meng Chi was the first to speak. He stepped forward and extended his hand, "Hello, I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m Meng Chi."
Bi Xia also extended his hand and said flatly, "Hello, Bi Xia."
The two hands clasped together, both exerting force simultaneously, neither yielding an inch.
Slowly, Meng Chi realized his hand was starting to go numb and reddened, while the pretty boy opposite him remained calm no matter how much strength Meng Chi applied. Moreover, the boy’s strength was so great it almost made him cry out in pain.
Noticing Meng Chi’s tightly furrowed brows and grit teeth, Bi Xia glanced at him and released his hand, "Not bad."
Was that a form of acknowledgment?
Meng Chi smiled wryly. It wasn’t just a simple handshake but a power struggle to see who was stronger. In an instant, it was obvious who held the upper hand in both aura and ability.
Such a skinny boy, yet so effortlessly... Meng Chi shook his head; he really was... weak.
So, he let go of his clenched hand openly, "You’re formidable. Class H is right to be entrusted to you."
"Thank you, I think so too," Bi Xia nodded in agreement. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel~fire~net
Meng Chi’s face stiffened upon hearing Bi Xia’s agreement, but then he chuckled, what a straightforward person indeed.
Turning his head slightly, Bi Xia cast a glance at the person appearing behind him, then casually put his baseball cap back on, the messy hair poking out playfully with the motion.
Smoothing his hair, he clicked his tongue, "I should get a new hat."
Meng Chi and the other two immediately understood Bi Xia’s intention, so they all played along. Lin Bin curiously looked at Bi Xia’s hat, "Boss, aren’t you already wearing one?"
"Ah..." Bi Xia flicked the brim, "I forgot whose head I snagged it from. Just brought it along from home. After all, I’m not one to enjoy standing out."
Meng Chi’s mouth twitched. Why did he find that so believable...
"Damn!" Wu Zhiyuan suddenly exclaimed beside him, glaring at Bi Xia. "I knew this hat looked familiar!"
Seeing Meng Chi and Lin Bin looking at him, Wu Zhiyuan pulled a face, pointing at the hat atop Bi Xia’s head, "That’s mine!"
Bi Xia disdainfully took off the hat, looked it over, and promptly plopped it onto Wu Zhiyuan’s head, muttering, "I knew it looked ugly."