Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 869 Three Zhuges
"What else?" Wang Ye said calmly. He hadn't led the way blindly, even if the battle went to the ends of the earth. Who told you to say you wanted to eat the most popular food in the capital?

"We old Beijingers love McDonald's. If you really don't like it, Burger King is fine too. The old shops in Beijing with names are all food plus surnames, like Xiaochang Chen, Mending Li, Kaorou Ji, right? Burger King is also a must-try here."

"Take me to Fengzeyuan, or Cuihualou, or Hongbinlou." He Songling was a man of the world, he had never been to the capital in his previous life, and he had never been to it in this one either. Zhenduo was serving him very well. "I want braised sea cucumber with scallions."

"What a glutton!" Wang Ye watched as He Songling spent 4,700 yuan on one meal and couldn't help but feel sorry for his own wallet. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't needed any money while living on the mountain all these years, and that the money his father sent him was all in his bank account, he would already be thinking about how to pull some strings to wash dishes at a restaurant to pay off his debts.

The four of them ate until they were stuffed, and then strolled around the capital. Although He Songling had visited the capital decades ago, it was nothing like the city it was now. The capital of China, the second largest city in the country, was a testament to the city's modern economic boom.

"Old Ling, have you had enough?" Wang Ye never dreamed that shopping with a man could be so tiring. This guy went to six big shopping malls in one day, liked to squeeze onto the subway with people, went to the Forbidden City, and even climbed the Great Wall.

Not to mention the two men, he and Zhang Lingyu, even Xia He, a young girl, was a bit too tired to shop anymore after buying twenty-five bags, a dozen pairs of shoes, and thirty or so pieces of clothing and jewelry.

"Big cities are great, you can't get enough of them even after a whole day." He Songling was barely satisfied. He checked the time and it was already past 10 p.m. So he and the three young people teleported to an open space and concealed their aura.

"Found it!" The three strange people who had been searching all day, getting taken a detour by unlicensed taxi drivers, and being ripped off by shady real estate agents and hotels, finally had a bright idea.

"Damn it, they finally showed up, huh!" The three of them put on masks and, like Azu, didn't take a taxi or the subway. Instead, they sped off in Wang Ye's direction.

"Wang Ye, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Once the three of them surrounded Wang Ye, their voices were filled with resentment and grievance.

"No, are you blaming me for not being able to find me?" Wang Ye was also quite innocent. "The capital is so big. If you don't have the power to check the Skynet surveillance, isn't it normal that you can't find me?"

"Impossible! Damn it, if others can't find you, how could I not find you?" The masked man in the lead roared, "I spent all day casting a divination for you, and it turns out there's no such person as you in the world. You clearly knew we were coming, so you used tricks to deceive the heavens!"

"Oh, a sorcerer," Wang Ye nodded. "Then can you blame me for not being able to calculate it? Can't you just blame your own incompetence?"

At this point, Wang Ye understood something. No wonder He Songling had taken them shopping all day; he'd been just showing off these kids. Then he began to lament his family's fortune. It was all over; that bastard Ling had guessed right—a hundred million was gone.

In fact, He Songling didn't deliberately try to block anything. However, since the others were with He Songling, calculating Wang Ye was equivalent to calculating He Songling. His world power directly enveloped Wang Ye. In fact, the result calculated by the person in front of them was correct. At that time, Wang Ye, within the scope of sorcerers, was indeed not in this world.

He's in the world created by He Songling!

"You, Wang Ye, the third son of the King of Zhonghai, are not only a Taoist priest, but also a sorcerer, and you're quite the smooth talker."

"Words..." Wang Ye reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "A VIP annual pass for Deyun Society. Want to learn how to use them?"

I went to get this done with He Songling today; that old man really spent a lot of his own money today.

"Stop beating around the bush!" the three men in front of him roared in fury. "Do you dare to fight?!"

"The three of you have cornered me. If I say I won't fight, do you think you'll just give up?" Wang sighed. "Alright, come on. Let's finish this quickly and call it a day."

"You're pretty arrogant!" "Of course I'm arrogant." Wang Ye gestured with his hand, "Can't you see there are four of us? Four against three, we have the advantage."

"Ah, this..." The three hesitated for a moment.

One Wang wasn't enough; that old white-haired man was Zhang Lingyu, the direct disciple of the Old Celestial Master, and the old woman with pink hair next to him was Xia He, one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing. The fact that they were hanging out together had spread throughout the entire underworld.

These people together are not easy to deal with.

"See? Three people and they still dare to..."

When Wang Ye confidently turned around, he found He Songling, Zhang Lingyu, and Xia He squatting on the ground playing cards, having pulled out a deck of cards from somewhere.

He Songling and Xia He ganged up on Zhang Lingyu, beating him so badly that his face was covered in scratches.

"you……"

"Oh, you guys go about your business." He Songling looked up and glanced over. "We're just NPCs passing by."

"Hmph, good!" These three people were from the Zhuge family. Their original purpose was to test Wang Ye's abilities and see what skills he had to defeat Zhuge Qing and the "Feng Hou Qi Men" he displayed at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

It was originally just a friendly sparring match between modern juniors, with no deadly feud. Since He Songling and the other two have made it clear that they will not interfere, they can go all out.

"How about a one-on-one duel?" Zhuge, the leader, glanced at Wang Ye.

"No need, all three of you can come at me together." Wang Ye felt sorry for his father when he thought about losing 100 million to He Songling. Although he didn't love money and had no intention of taking over the family business, he hadn't asked his family for a single penny over the years.

But he's still his father, no matter what.

Therefore, these three people had to bear the brunt of this anger.

"Bore!"

In less than two minutes, Wang Ye had the three of them pinned to the ground.

To be fair, their Wuhou Qimen Dunjia is superior to Zhuge Qing's in terms of individual techniques. However, in terms of adaptability in battle and the combined application of various techniques, they are far inferior.

These three are somewhat like the top students in school. If I had to make an analogy, Zhuge Qing would be Harry Potter, and these three would be Hermione Granger.

Wang Ye already easily defeated Zhuge Qing using the true meaning of Tai Chi, let alone now that he has comprehended the true Feng Hou Qi Men. Beating up the three of them would be a piece of cake.

(End of this chapter)