"Second Brother, you’d better get on our ship quickly, otherwise you’ll be implicated,"
Lang Yiwei spoke as if he was unaware of Lang Yisuo’s current state of mind, feigning concern.
At the same time, Lang Yizhan also sneered, "Second Brother, you’d better come over here quickly, or it will be too late."
But no sooner had the words left his mouth than a sudden fierce wind howled all around them...
Just as Lang Yisuo stood there unsure of what to do, several Divine Small Spaceships, moving extremely fast, suddenly flashed over from all directions. They seemed to be accelerated by some treasure, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the Changhua.
Lang Yisuo’s face went pale with shock, and in the next instant, a "swish swish swish" sound rang out.
Figures dropped onto the deck of the Changhua.
There were as many as twenty people, each emitting the aura of the Dao Inquiry Realm, followed by another figure who stepped over the heads of these Dao Inquiry Realm experts and floated gently down, revealing a strange face filled with murderous intent.
Neither Sikong Jing nor Lang Yisuo knew who this middle-aged man suddenly descending upon them was.
But he was definitely someone from Overlord Commerce.
Indeed, as soon as Lang Yiwei saw the man, he cupped his fists and said, "Deacon Tian, Lang Yiwei of Wanbao Pavilion greets you."
This was a Deacon, holding an office comparable to Hua Lidian’s.
Sikong Jing’s eyes narrowed further, yet he still stood there with an air of calm composure.
Deacon Tian, however, nodded his head condescendingly and said cheerfully, "Young Master Lang has provided information about Sikong Jing this time. I, Tian, will surely reward you handsomely, and will not let you down."
Hearing this, the smile on Lang Yiwei’s face grew even broader as he replied, "Deacon Tian is too polite. It is Lang’s honor to serve Overlord Commerce... However, I do have a small request that I hope Deacon Tian can grant."
He spoke neither servilely nor overbearingly, indeed appearing mature and steady.
Deacon Tian shrugged and responded, "Oh? Let’s hear it."
He didn’t take Sikong Jing seriously at all, engaging only with Lang Yiwei since his arrival.
Lang Yiwei also ignored Sikong Jing, pointing at Lang Yisuo and saying, "This is my second brother Lang Yisuo. I hope Deacon Tian can let him off this time. Although he is very close to Sikong Jing, after all, he is my second brother."
At those words, Lang Yisuo’s face changed again, his fists clenched tightly.
Sikong Jing merely tilted his head, pulling a cold smile.
Poisonous, very poisonous...
Lang Yiwei seemed to be pleading, but in actuality, he was deliberately painting his second brother in a bad light to Deacon Tian—leaving a terrible impression.
Whether or not Lang Yisuo would be able to leave unscathed, his actions within Wanbao Pavilion would be severely constrained.
Because Lang Yisuo might well end up on Overlord Commerce’s blacklist, and even if the boss of Wanbao Pavilion favored him, he would still have to consider the pressure from Overlord Commerce.
Lang Yiwei’s tactics were far more formidable than Lang Yizhan’s.
As expected, Deacon Tian’s expression darkened slightly before he reluctantly stated, "No problem, but your second brother must get away from Sikong Jing immediately, and he must declare that he severs all ties with Sikong Jing, never to associate with him again."
Lang Yisuo looked up sharply, his eyes seething with anger.
On the opposite side, Lang Yizhan seemed to call out with concern, "Second Brother, why don’t you do as Deacon Tian says quickly, otherwise you’ll lose your life."
Lang Yisuo looked over furiously and saw that his eldest brother and third brother’s faces were filled with cold sneers.
Without hesitation, he declared, "Impossible. I will stand or fall together with Junior Brother Sikong."
His words were resolute, showing not the slightest sign of wavering.
No sooner had he spoken than Lang Yiwei feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Second Brother, you must not! You must consider the bigger picture. You should know you now control the Wanbao Pavilion business of both the Long Night and War Soul Empires—something even your third brother dreams of acquiring. To stand or fall with Sikong Jing means giving up all that."
These words seemed to be of earnest advice, but the meaning was clear, "Your business is going to be mine."
Lang Yizhan also said, "That’s right, second brother, although you’ve joined the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, the Academy is still just an Academy. How could we be as close as we, your own brothers, are? How could we possibly harm you?"
Lang Yisuo’s fists clenched with a crackling sound, and his eyes revealed a pitifully ridiculous look.
If it weren’t for them, how could Overlord Commerce possibly appear here?
This is what they call blood brothers!
"Sikong Jing, if you don’t want to kill our second brother, then quickly sever all ties with him,"
At that moment, Lang Yiwei finally spoke to Sikong Jing for the first time, continuing with an incessant sneer.
Lang Yizhan understood his elder brother’s meaning all too well. The more Sikong Jing spoke of the importance of their relationship, the more stubborn their foolish second brother would become. The more he would stick with Sikong Jing through thick and thin, thus meeting his end all the sooner.
At this point, Lang Yisuo also subconsciously looked towards Sikong Jing.
The latter still wore a calm smile on his face, paying no attention to Lang Yiwei or responding to Lang Yisuo’s gaze, but turned to look at Deacon Tian and slowly asked, "Overlord Commerce, why come after me?"
Although Sikong Jing knew perfectly well why this was happening, he was still eager to know what reason Overlord Commerce would use to take him down.
After all, they had many rules, and had always been very fair.
At the same time, Sikong Jing was also trying to gauge the current situation with Hua Lidian, and to make further preparations accordingly.
Deacon Tian looked back at him, laughing casually, "Because you conspired with Hua Lidian to entrap and kill Steward Ren Dongmeng."
A flash of murderous intent passed through his eyes momentarily. Originally, it was Ren Dongmeng who had violated the rules and had been executed by him, and Hua Lidian even held clear evidence. Now, however, it was being twisted into a tale of conspiracy and murder...
It seemed Ren Dongmeng’s mother’s influence was quite formidable!
"Oh? And where is Steward Hua now?" Sikong Jing asked again, still as unhurried as before.
Deacon Tian frowned slightly, feeling that Sikong Jing was overly composed.
Shouldn’t he be frantically objecting, expressing fear and roaring in anger, crying out about the injustice?
This composure felt odd to Deacon Tian, but thinking of the person behind him, Deacon Tian relaxed and said, "Of course, he’s detained within Overlord Commerce, waiting for you to arrive so you can be dealt with together."
No matter how composed Sikong Jing was, or what kind of techniques he had up his sleeve, he couldn’t possibly escape from the palm of Deacon Tian’s hand.
Meanwhile, a gleam of cold light momentarily flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes.
It was clear that Hua Lidian had not yet been convicted or dealt with, so this move against him was very likely the personal action of Deacon Tian standing right in front of him. In an instant, Sikong Jing came to a clear decision.
With this in mind, Sikong Jing further inquired, "What about Steward Hua’s evidence?"
Upon hearing this, Deacon Tian’s eyes narrowed fiercely.
"Evidence? What evidence?"
"Oh? You mean those fake pieces of evidence in Hua Lidian’s possession? Of course, they’ve all been destroyed," he said.
After saying this, he erupted into laughter. The evidence in Hua Lidian’s hands was certainly not fake—it was all the evidence that Ren Dongmeng attempted to make public, violating the rules, to expose Su Yuexi as the War Body. But now, Deacon Tian was calling it fake, insisting it had all been destroyed.
Sikong Jing’s questioning was an attempt to overturn the case.
But that was impossible!
Ren Dongmeng’s mother, Ju Dan, had recently made great contributions; destroying the evidence was a mere trifle to her.
Laughing, as he looked at Sikong Jing, Deacon Tian’s eyes were filled with mockery. Now, how could you remain composed?