Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 820 Hi, long time no see
Wang Ai heard the name "Ling Songhe" yesterday and immediately summoned Wang Bing, all to protect his great-grandson.

He decided that no matter what means he had to use, he had to make sure his great-grandson participated in tomorrow's competition.

However, Lü Ci was more familiar with He Songling, and with a single sentence, he dispelled Wang Ai's idea of ​​stopping Wang Bing from participating in the competition.

"If it really is He Songling, and he wants to make things difficult for Wang Bing, there's nothing we can do. We can't hide him, and we can't beat him in a fight. If you let him take the beating alone, that's fine, but if you anger him, he might beat both of us, or even both of our families."

Wang Ai was shocked to realize who He Songling was. Not to mention the past seventy years, even if he were seventy years ago, could her two families handle him now?

"Wang didn't do anything he deserves to die, did he?" Lü Ci analyzed for his old buddies.

"No. My little Bing is so well-behaved..." Meeting Lü Ci's strange gaze, Wang Ai had no choice but to change her tune: "He was a bit domineering, but at most he caused serious injury, it shouldn't be... that serious, right?"

"It's one thing if one or two people are crippled, but I heard that this kid beat up five or six classmates at school, and even their families, and you took care of them too?"

Lu Ci glanced at Wang Ai and said, "He Songling may seem unreliable, but he's actually more compassionate than any bodhisattva in a temple. To put it bluntly, Wang Bing's chances of surviving are slim. You should hurry up and get your grandsons to have more children while you're still young and have a chance."

"No, they've really gone completely lawless! They still think they're back in the day!" Wang Ai slapped his thigh and stood up, then sat down again, meeting Lü Ci's strange gaze.

With their tacit understanding, Wang Ai didn't even need Lü Ci to say it; he already knew what his best friend meant: Your Wang family's grandson crippled someone and didn't have to pay any price; when other parents came to your Wang family to settle scores, your Wang family settled things with them—wasn't that also illegal and criminal behavior? And yet no one pursued it, right?
What your Wang family has, others have too, and even more. What do you want to compare with He Songling on? Strength? Or money?

Wang Ai was at a loss. If he let go now, he would lose a great-grandson, and if He Songling was in a good mood, he might spare his family; but if he didn't let go now, He Songling would definitely wipe out his Wang family.

This is no joke. Even in today's society governed by the rule of law, it's impossible for even a god to kill dozens or hundreds of members of the Wang family. But if they can't be killed, can't they at least be crippled?

As long as Wang Ai and the other elders and high-ranking masters of the Wang family are killed, and the rest who have practiced Qi have their meridians destroyed, and those who haven't practiced Qi are scattered and incorporated into the ranks of ordinary people, then the Wang family will be finished.

"Little Bing, my bastard..."

Wang Ai stood on the stands, her hands trembling as she wiped away tears.

But Wang Bing clearly knew nothing. On the contrary, because he had been forcibly taken away by his great-grandfather yesterday and told that nothing had happened, this arrogant young man was filled with violence.

"Deng Youfu, that snake spirit, deserves to die! Today I'll see who dares to stop me from getting the Heavenly Talisman!" Wang Bing muttered through gritted teeth, his face contorted with rage. "Why isn't that bastard here yet? He dares to make me wait? I'll break every bone in his limbs in a minute!"

Wang Bing didn't even consider that not only Wang Ai and Lü Ci came to his competition, but also Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong, Feng Zhenghao, Chen Jinkui, the head of the Shuzi Sect, several bigwigs from the Qiuzhen Society, and the North China head of Na Du Tong.

He considered this to be a matter of course, a matter of course.

However, the truly righteous people are those who come later.

"Hi~"

He Songling strode in, circled the field, and waved to the audience with a bright and cheerful smile.

"Really!"

Wang Ai was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost collapsed onto the stands; Lü Ci also took a few steps back at the same time.

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong also seemed a bit awkward, their mouths agape, completely disregarding the image of Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain. Feng Zhenghao and Chen Jinkui, both in their fifties and sixties, were younger and, though they hadn't seen him before, could tell from the old men's expressions that a very important person had arrived.

Only Lu Jin remained, still smiling and stroking his beard. "Long time no see, everyone."

He Songling was still happily waving to the people in the stands, seemingly unaware of the impact his appearance would have on others.

"Hey kid, what the hell are you looking at!" Wang Bing couldn't stand it anymore and yelled from the side.

"Come here and prepare to die!"

"Old Wang, your great-grandson?" He Songling ignored the boy and looked up at Wang Ai on the stage.

Wang Aizhen wished she could just stay behind the stands and pretend to be an ostrich, oblivious to everything, since she couldn't stand up anymore.

However, that was impossible. Even through that concrete wall, he could feel He Songling's gaze looking over at him through the low wall.

He was forced to stand up.

"Um, haha, okay, long time no see."

Wang Ai's condition shocked everyone.

This old man has always presented himself to the world as sinister, ruthless, cunning, and unpredictable—an image that is clearly not to be trifled with. He is arrogant and doesn't care about the opinions or views of others.

At first glance, you can tell it's not something legitimate.

But now, however, he looked like a kind-hearted chubby boy, bowing and scraping, desperately trying to force a not-too-sinful expression as he smiled at the young people below the stage.

In the eyes of some elderly people, it seems that Wang Ai has suddenly become a 90-year-old child again, returning to the chubby boy he once was.

In fact, Wang Ai is still feeling a phantom pain in her body.

He wished it were all a dream, but no matter how much he pinched his thigh, he couldn't wake up.

He's still alive! How is he still alive! How can he still be alive!

Wang Ai roared three times in her heart.

Although they had heard rumors of He Songling's possible appearance yesterday, seeing him in person was still quite different from what they had heard. They had spent the whole day preparing themselves, but He Songling simply stood there and shattered all the psychological defenses they had built up.

"Don't get excited. Do you really expect that old man from the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhang Boduan, to kill me?"

"He can read my mind!" Wang Ai panicked even more, her face turning pale.

Wang Bing was arrogant, not foolishly lucky. Although there were some things he couldn't understand at a deeper level, he could still see the most basic things.

That was his great-grandfather, whom he had always relied on. He looked terrible and seemed to be very wary of his opponent.

However, Wang Bing was no ordinary man. Normally, seeing his backer weaken, he should have taken a step back and played it safe. But before he had been beaten, Wang Bing thought, "Why don't I get rid of this scourge for my great-grandfather?"
With a whoosh, he launched a fierce attack!

(End of this chapter)