I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 458 Small fry (56)

Although she knew this would be the outcome, Xi Ya still sneered.

Dodging the report thrown at her, Xi Ya said with a cold laugh, "Is it my fault?"

Faced with Xi Yadi's retort, Wu Zhihao flew into a rage: "Otherwise what! This was clearly an affair under your jurisdiction, and now such a huge mess has occurred! The total cost of over a hundred unmanned puppets and flying shuttles was one hundred million, and now they're all gone!"

Looking at the furious Wu Zhihao, Xi Ya shook her head, her last shred of hope for him vanishing.

With a sneer, Xi Ya said disdainfully, "I gave you the plan beforehand and agreed on the conditions with Zhuge Xingjun. You thought it was too costly, so you forcibly kidnapped Chen Yu. It's all because of your incompetence and greed, what does it have to do with me!"

"Xi Ya, you have some nerve."

"Shut up, you old idiot~" Xi Ya said, picking her nose.

Seeing Xi Ya's self-destructive behavior, Wu Zhihao was furious.

Subordinates are there to take the blame for their superiors. Do you even know what a "scapegoat gift" is?

As the saying goes, both thunder and rain are acts of kindness from the emperor. Since I have given you a path to promotion, what's wrong with letting you come and take the blame for me?
Besides, now that things have come to this point, don't you bear any responsibility at all?
Lying back in the water, Wu Zhihao gasped for breath, and after a long while, he coldly asked, "What should we do now?"

Glancing at the other person, Xi Ya flicked away a booger and said, "There are three strategies: best, middle, and worst. The best strategy is for you to go out now, admit your mistake, gain Chen Yu's forgiveness, and offer him sufficient benefits."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Wu Zhihao refused categorically. "Restricting Tianyuan is the president's strategy, and it cannot be changed."

"Then the middle strategy is to report the matter to the chairman as it is and pass the buck to them."

"That's impossible. There are plenty of people watching our Wu family; I wouldn't hand them a knife."

"The next step is to deploy our strongest forces to see if we can kill the opponent. If the opponent dies, then all is well. If not, then we're in big trouble."

"Well……"

Soaking in the spiritual liquid, Wu Zhihao carefully considered Xi Ya's strategy.

Neither the best nor the worst option is viable; the only choice is the worst option.

However, he only has three Foundation Establishment cultivators among his private soldiers, and they all have their own missions now, so it is not easy to mobilize them.

The private soldiers who had cultivated Qi were also exhausted, and it would take them three more days to return.

So, does this mean I'll have to take matters into my own hands in the end?
Just as Wu Zhihao was struggling with his decision, he saw another trusted confidant rush in.

Just as he was about to bow, Wu Zhihao stopped him and snatched his phone to look at it.

Seeing this, Xi Ya sneered: "Oh, so you know how to use a cell phone."

Xi Ya's offense terrified her two confidants, but Wu Zhihao had no time to care about that.

Chen Yu's puppet began to move.

After absorbing a large number of puppets, shuttles, and water, Chen Yu's puppets finally met his standards and began to move towards the center of the municipality.

Located in the center of the crater, it is the residence and office of the top leaders of Changsheng State, and no one is allowed to offend it.

If Chen Yu were to enter, then the previous three strategies—superior, middle, and inferior—would all lead to the same result.

That is death!

He doesn't care about a loan collapse, and he can accept the deaths of many people, but he cannot accept this kind of thing.

If Chen Yu offends those important figures, he will be held accountable, and the Wu Group will also be implicated.

Although I really don't want to leave, given the current situation, leaving is inevitable.

As soon as Wu Zhihao climbed out of the pool of spiritual liquid and came into contact with the spiritual energy in the air, his skin immediately began to fester and turn black, oozing green pus.

Within a few breaths, his body developed multiple ulcers, making him look extremely horrifying.

A hundred years ago, he contracted a spiritual illness. His spiritual roots and mana circulation system could no longer accept spiritual energy; once they came into contact with it, they would immediately fester, resulting in his current state.

I thought I would eventually melt into the spiritual liquid, but I never expected that I would have to fight a battle myself in the end.

Although he had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, his long-term spiritual illness had continuously weakened his power, and he was now only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

He reached out, and the Foundation Establishment expert serving him took out his prosthetic body.

These prosthetic bodies were needle-like, and several Foundation Establishment experts threaded the needles and continuously stitched up his flesh, closing up all the festering parts.

Half an hour later, Wu Zhihao, covered in scars, finally managed to leave the spirit liquid pool.

Wu Zhihao glanced at Xi Ya, who was still picking her nose, and said coldly, "I'll settle this score with you when I get back."

"Who the hell are you? When I care about you, you're my boss. When I don't care about you, you're nothing but a hair. You better come back alive, you old Biden."

If you complain about your boss once, you'll do it again.

After spraying, Xi Ya admired the other person's expression and felt incredibly satisfied.

Young people shouldn't complain about their bosses too often, or they'll get addicted.

After being scolded by Xi Ya again, Wu Zhihao didn't care anymore.

After he made the decision to fight Chen Yu, he felt his Dao heart turn slightly again, gradually eroding away the gloom on it.

With each step he took, he could recall his past experiences and the hardships he had overcome.

As he stepped into his former large-scale puppet armor, Type III, he finally remembered his identity before becoming the vice president of the Changsheng Prefecture's directly administered city.

I am a driver!

And he's an incredibly awesome driver!

I once participated in the Fukuzawa City driving license competition and achieved a remarkable 23-win streak.

As long as I participate, I have never lost; I am a true ace!

I once trained in the military in Changsheng Prefecture. I also possess the supernatural power of human-machine integration. My strength is beyond everyone's imagination. I am the true ace.

The Dao Heart spun within his body, and the long-lost power made him feel intoxicated.

The black lines on his body temporarily served as his internal mana circulation system, and the mana system, which he hadn't felt in a long time, began to operate. Although each cycle was accompanied by intense pain, the long-lost flow of mana within him filled him with joy.

who am I?
I am the best civilian driver in Changsheng Prefecture. Even if I haven't driven for a hundred years, my legend will still live on in Changsheng Prefecture!
Today, I will step into the fray and show everyone my strength!

The Wu Group's magic began to take effect, a thin layer of magic shielding him from view and preventing others from paying attention to him.

As long as Chen Yu can be killed, everything will be over. I will still be the vice president of the municipality, and the Wu Group will still have a bright future!

The Armored Type III stands 80 meters tall, and its agility ranks second among all classic puppets, second only to the Yulin series.

However, its armor is the strongest, and it is impossible for the opponent to break through its defenses even if it stands still and lets the opponent hit it.

Chen Yu, I'm here to kill you!

He had just finished yelling when he saw Chen Yu moving slowly, and then roared as he lunged at him.

Then there is no more.

With a single punch, Chen Yu split his opponent in two. Looking at the fallen Martial Armor Type 3, he said in bewilderment, "How can anyone still drive this antique from the last century? Where did this nobody come from?"

　There will be an update later today; I've got a lot going on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)