Published: February 12, 2025
Everyone gradually quieted down, looking at Mr. Wen, who had stood up.
This man held considerable prestige in the national district, not only due to his age but also because of his previous identity as a well-known businessman and commentator across the country. He had over a million followers on social media, and anyone who slightly followed the news would definitely have some impression of him.
"In the national district, I'll take charge. You from the laboratory, choose someone to sit with me on the other side. For now, we'll take care of these two pieces of equipment. Afterward, you can conduct the third match; whoever wins, the equipment will belong to them," Mr. Wen stated.
Upon hearing this, many felt it was a feasible plan, but David shook his head, arguing that this approach did not adhere to the rules and violated previous agreements.
Mr. Wen's expression darkened. "You need to understand where this is. We're not evading responsibility; we're just being flexible. What's wrong with that? This equipment is borrowed and not from Guan Cheng Village!"
Seeing the old man's anger subtly rising, David hesitated and turned to the real decision-maker from Alamos Laboratory. The elder furrowed his brow and pondered for a moment before finally consenting.
Mr. Wen's face brightened at that. He looked at his friend Li Daqian and took out an item from his spatial equipment, handing it over.
"I'll leave the Stabilizing Kun Needle with you for now. You can hold these two pieces of equipment for me, and after the third match, they'll definitely return to their rightful owner."
Mr. Wen's voice was low, only a few around him could hear. He emphasized the phrase "return to their rightful owner," clearly wanting to reassure Li Daqian. What surprised everyone even more was the half-meter-long, finger-thick metal needle he handed over.
Although this long needle seemed trivial, it was indeed a genuine treasure—a piece of… purple equipment!
Since the recent rounds began, it had officially ranked on the national weapon leaderboard, improving with each round, and in the last update, it had already reached fourth place.
Under other circumstances, although Mr. Wen was Li Daqian's friend, the latter would not easily hand over two pieces of equipment to him. The stone statue was not much of an issue, but that pentagram was crucial to him. It was the controller for the strongest battle beast at Ten Thousand Beast Manor. Currently, only five people in the entire villa owned it, and when controlling that powerful mutated lifeform, all five pentagrams were necessary; otherwise, they couldn't command that proud creature.
This time, the successful kill of the ninth-level mutated lifeform was not only due to the proper method but also because this big guy contributed significantly; one could say it was the true trump card of Ten Thousand Beast Manor.
But now, Mr. Wen was not just a good friend; everything he did was to ensure that this banquet continued smoothly, preventing everyone from leaving unhappily.
He even feared that his concerns over the equipment's safety would be an issue, proactively offering the more precious purple weapon as collateral, which left Li Daqian feeling quite embarrassed. He thought that if he showed any distrust, it would be ungrateful to his friend's help.
Thus, Li Daqian handed the two pieces of golden equipment to Mr. Wen, repeatedly assuring him that he trusted him, and he took the purple equipment, the Stabilizing Kun Needle, in his hands.
If Li Daqian had truly declined the purple equipment due to Mr. Wen's actions and handed his two pieces of golden equipment to someone else, he wouldn't have achieved his current accomplishments in the apocalypse.
Mr. Wen noticed and didn’t mind; he only smiled, saying, “Don’t worry,” and walked to the other side of the arena with the golden stone statue and the pentagram. Over there, Alamos had sent a middle-aged man to "watch over" the two pieces of equipment with Mr. Wen.
Seeing that the problem was resolved, everyone immediately began to anticipate the third match. Only Ye Zhongming glanced at the two golden pieces of equipment on Mr. Wen's table, then at Li Daqian, who was playing with the purple equipment, contemplating something in his eyes.