Suddenly, Little Ying's eyes snapped open and she pointed behind Mu Rufeng, "Daddy, found it, right there."
"Where?" Mu Rufeng turned to look in the direction Little Ying was pointing.
There was nothing there, presumably because Mu Rufeng couldn't see it himself.
Then, Mu Rufeng tried to enhance his Spatial Affinity but still could not detect anything.
It was obvious that Little Ying had a stronger perception.
"Little Ying, do you have a way to force that guy out? Let Daddy kill him." Mu Rufeng asked.
"Kill it? Daddy, it's so weak, I can kill it directly." Little Ying spoke.
"Hmm? Are you sure?" Mu Rufeng was somewhat surprised looking at Little Ying.
"Of course it's true. Watch me."
As soon as Little Ying finished speaking, she took out a very pretty pair of scissors.
She just snipped toward the ground.
And then, there was no then.
Mu Rufeng did not see any changes.
However, the next scene shocked Mu Rufeng.
At the spot Little Ying had pointed to, the space rippled and a pool of black liquid suddenly appeared.
Before Mu Rufeng could get a good look, it was incinerated by high-temperature magma.
[Trigger succeeded, Constitution +0.1, Ghost Power +0.1%]
"Just like that, dead?" Mu Rufeng stared blankly at Little Ying.
"Daddy, Little Ying is really powerful." Little Ying said proudly, with her head raised high.
"Yes, yes, my Little Ying is the most powerful. Are you hungry? If you are, have some milk tea and barbecue." Mu Rufeng rubbed Little Ying's head as he spoke.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" At his words, Little Ying happily nodded her head vigorously.
Although a lot of the food was stored in Little Ying's Otherworldly Space and she could secretly eat without Mu Rufeng noticing,
now that Mu Rufeng suggested it, she was extremely happy to eat out in the open.
"Congratulations, Mr. Mu, on your victory."
Immediately afterward, the riddled arena vanished, and Mu Rufeng was back at the previous spot.
Inside a luxurious office.
Zhao Chen leaned back on a soft sofa, smoking a cigar, leisurely watching the scene displayed on a huge TV screen in front of him.
It was broadcasting Mu Rufeng violently bombarding the arena.
"City Lord, the value of his bet this time wasn't high, why still send it out? Shouldn't we let him win once, and when he makes a larger bet later..."
Tang Feng stood by and spoke.
"You don't understand, didn't you see Mu Rufeng constantly betting downstairs earlier?" Zhao Chen said.
"City Lord, forgive my ignorance, but what is the connection?" Tang Feng asked.
"He is not like ordinary guests, he's a living person, a Contractor from another world."
"Contractors enter our Golden City in the form of instances, bringing a mission to complete."
"If I'm not mistaken, his mission is to win a number of times betting. Later, when he went downstairs, do you know how many times he bet?" Zhao Chen spoke.
"I know, a total of..."
Tang Feng was cut off by Zhao Chen, "He must have already completed the mission, and he can return to the real world at any time."
"So, the issue now is, this time, he's wagered a Special Item, ten million Soul Power, and fifty years of life."
"His previous few bets, he must have discovered something. This time if we let him win, I'm sure he will directly return to reality."
"So, this time, we must make him lose. Fifty years of life, he definitely won't be able to withstand."
"Then, he will continue to gamble, and will also test his bets, we can let him win these few times, but once he places a large bet, that will be our time to reap." Zhao Chen exhaled a thick puff of smoke and then pressed the cigar into Tang Feng's outstretched hand.
"Sizzling~~!" The burning cigar butt rubbed against Tang Feng's palm.
"City Lord, you are wise, I hadn't considered this aspect." Tang Feng nodded and bowed, feeling no pain at the cigar butt in his palm.
Tang Feng was a Level 8 Ghost King, definitely one of the top fighters of his rank.
Still, he wasn't a Level 9 Ghost Emperor, so he had to act this way in front of Zhao Chen.
Just then, the scene on the screen changed.
A pool of black liquid appeared and was then burnt to ashes; Zhao Chen saw this very clearly.
"How is that possible!" Zhao Chen suddenly sat upright, his face full of disbelief.
"That was a Ghost, born with spatial skills. Even a third-level Ghost, a Level 8 Ghost King wouldn't be able to notice."
"Unless someone is a Level 9 Ghost Emperor, it'd be impossible to detect a Ghost's existence, let alone kill it!"
Seeing this, Tang Feng was also filled with shock, "City Lord, it must be that little girl who has spatial abilities."
"Am I not aware of that? But a Level 4 creature, even if equipped with spatial abilities, shouldn't be able to detect a Ghost. Could that pair of scissors be a spatial Special Item?"
Zhao Chen slowly leaned back on the sofa, relit his cigar, his expression returning to normal.
"City Lord, what should we do now?" Tang Feng asked.
"He should be returning now. It's just a bit over a month away from the once-every-ten-years Golden City gala."
"Go, send him an invitation." Zhao Chen spoke.