Wang Jun exhaled and recited softly: "The way of heaven is to make up for the excess when there is more damage. The way of man is to make up for the excess when there is more than enough damage."

The words of a saint, no matter which era or world they are placed in, will immediately attract the attention of others and shock their hearts.

Sun Buwu, Ye Zhen, Su Qinjue, and Cao Qingxun all locked lips and waited for Wang Jun's next words.

Raising his index finger, Wang Jun said: "When a chaebol exposes its weaknesses, other chaebols are the biggest sharks and come over smelling the smell of blood."

"Now that the Zhao family has lost its most important foundation, they dare not trust any force rashly."

"At this time, the head of the Zhao family has only two choices."

"Either sit back and wait for the other eight chaebols to take over the Zhao family."

"Either you try once, muddy the water, and find a chance to win in the chaos."

"This is an extremely simple multiple-choice question. Even a three-year-old child would not be able to do it wrong."

In a corner of the courtyard, there are three loquat trees planted, with dense branches and leaves, and the pavilions are like canopies.

The night wind blows and the treetops sway gently, like a naughty child graffitiing a canvas called Void.

Cao Qingxun put his hands behind his back, stepped out of the pavilion, and said with a calm smile: "Good disciple, good disciple, what should I do as a teacher?"

Analyzing the mysteries of runes and studying the corpses of ancient powerful men, both tasks require the participation of the principal of Wanling University.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Wang Jun shouted: "City No. 36 is about to be in chaos. What is needed most now is to hold back these demigods. As long as multiple demigods stay in the lost city 'Xidu' below the city, the major chaebols will not

He rashly started a war."

"No one would think that they can face the battle between multiple demigods. The aftermath of the battle is not something that normal humans can bear."

Cao Qingxun did not look back, rolled his eyes, and secretly cursed in his heart: "This apprentice is good at everything, but he is too smart."

Wang Jun saw through that Cao Qingxun understood but did not fully understand, so he directly stated the true meaning.

Suddenly, Cao Qingxun stopped, turned around and raised his cell phone.

"Old ghost Qin has also been invited. It's a bit difficult to delay the time now."

Wang Jun asked: "Why?"

Cao Qingxun sighed, "Qin Guizhen has always refused to admit defeat. He is the kind of person who you go to play games with. He clearly agrees to only play three sets, but there will be two wins in three sets. As long as you win two wins,

If you are a winner in his eyes, he will never be willing to leave. Instead, he will have to add extra time, extra time, and extra time."

"Master, don't worry," Wang Jun shook his head, "Mr. Qin studies ancient characters, not corpses."

"Hey, we are afraid that he will go astray in his eagerness to win."

"That's easy to handle. Just use the friendship from last time to blackmail him. He is considered a member of Chiqi anyway. Wouldn't it be more realistic if the two of you act together in a play?"

"It seems... feasible." Cao Qingxun held his right elbow with his left hand and rubbed the soft stubble on his chin with the palm of his right hand.

Looking at his apprentice from a distance, he thought in his heart: "Old ghost Qin couldn't solve the rune last time, so it's up to me and my precious apprentice. This time? It's even more hopeless!"

With a smile on his face, Cao Qingxun turned around with a flick of his sleeves and disappeared into the night with a step that he didn't recognize.

Ye Zhen suddenly said: "The lost city of 'Western Capital' has been the center of attention of many forces, and now there are many demigods stationed there. Now is the time for us to do other things."

"Is there anything else?" Sun Buwu frowned slightly.

Ye Zhendao: "There is a traitor in Black Edge Alley, among the Twelve Blades. I hope you two can help investigate."

Sun Buwu muttered: "Okay, who is the target of my investigation?"

"If you don't like being responsible for familiar people, then I'll find a few less familiar ones for you."

Ye Zhen handed over a chip, the kind that can be viewed by clicking on it.

Sun Buwu silently took it, smiled at Wang Jun, then shrunk to an inch and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, there were only three people left in the pavilion.

Ye Zhen's expression was surprisingly solemn and he said: "Ajun, I hope you can help investigate Qiangwei. Her ability is very special. One person is equal to seven people, so you only need to be responsible for him."

Wang Jun shook his head, with doubts hidden in his eyes, "I have only joined Black Front Alley for the shortest time. You want me to investigate the traitor?"

Ye Zhen didn't speak, and Su Qinjue said instead: "To be honest, Qiangwei is different from others. She doesn't like to interact with others. In Black Front Alley, except for A Zhen and me, she is the same as everyone else."

Nodding acquaintance."
Chapter completed!