Meng Laode was stunned.

+1?

What +1?

Suddenly glancing at Fang Zong, she crushed the purple clay teapot with a snap, barely managing to restrain herself from smashing it towards him.

He went straight to the point: "You brat, just how many times have you scared us?!"

"Heh~" Fang Zong smiled warmly.

Then he turned and said goodbye.

In June, the weather can change drastically, with wind and rain appearing at any moment.

A strong wind was blowing outside, and it was raining heavily, but for Fang Zong, Li Xiaoran, and Xue Nuo, it only added to the artistic atmosphere.

Li Xiaoran stepped on raindrops, which turned into ice, allowing him to walk in the air. Fang Zong, carrying Xue Nuo, pierced through the rain curtain, like a god of the wind.

When they arrived at the river in the suburbs, Dad was fishing.

An old man in a straw hat and raincoat, alone on a cold river, smiles broadly, looking relaxed and carefree.

Of course, people who can fish on a mid-sized luxury yacht and have a particular fishing mindset are unlikely to feel uncomfortable.

Fang Zong spent the three days on the yacht. On the morning of June 10, Meng Laode sent a helicopter to take Fang Zong and his group to the airport, where a small transport plane was already waiting.

Breakfast was the same as the last time I went to Beijing, including various desserts and a one-meter-long lobster, but the government paid for it.

Really, exactly the same.

Xue Nuo couldn't find an ice cream cone and immediately became cynical.

"Don't stop me! I want to protest! I want to fight!"

"I just don't understand why taxpayers' money is being wasted without even an ice cream cone!"

Two and a half hours later, we arrived at Beijing Airport.

This time, instead of passing through the huge office building, the underground tram continued its journey towards the city center, crossing countless police lines and penetrating deep into the heart of the East Country.

The small tram entered the huge elevator, ascended, and came out through the doors. Fang Zong was surprised to see Anmen Square.

They have now reached the vast wilderness behind Anmen Square.

Ahead, the buildings stood in layers, the massive, nine-ridged structures rising and falling amidst the lush greenery of the mountains, their brackets intricately interwoven, their roofs covered in yellow tiles. As Fang Zong was looking at them, a young man in a black suit rose from the ground and smiled at them.

"Please follow me." The young man smiled in a formulaic manner.

Fang Zong nodded: "Is that the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Team?"

"That's right, it's just for show, only used in diplomatic situations."

The young man said with a mocking expression, "You know, these buildings are all historical relics. If it weren't for the sake of our country's reputation, why would we work here?"

Fang Zong chuckled, and the atmosphere instantly became cheerful.

But then, Fang Zong saw a dozen or so people walking over from the outer perimeter. His eyes narrowed and he laughed heartily.

What a small world!

And judging from the distribution of the dozen or so people on the other side, are they trying to make things easier for me?

Fang Zong was overjoyed. He hid in the shadows for a moment, then pricked up his ears to listen to the faint sounds carried by the breeze.

"Hey, Ba Dao, Ba Dao, don't be impulsive!"

"Yes, don't be impulsive. What was your personal grudge before is now a matter between the two countries, since LeBlanc from America has come to extradite Yasuo."

"That's right, diplomacy is no small matter! Listen to your brother, can you just keep it to yourself?"

"Yes! Let's go to Japan sometime!"

A dozen or so military officers, some holding his head, some his waist, and some his legs, blocked a thin, short man who was wielding a two-meter-long golden-ringed broadsword.

Fang Zong thought Ba Dao was Steel Bear's teammate, and with such an imposing name, he must be a strong man. But when he saw Ba Dao, he chuckled.

But then, he reached out and stopped Li Xiaoran, who had spread out eight arms, his brows furrowing.

In his eyes, the person standing more than 20 meters away from the dozen or so Eastern Kingdom generals was none other than Yasuo, the Unforgiven. At this moment, Yasuo looked arrogant and didn't take the Eastern Kingdom generals seriously at all.

Just as the military commanders of the East said, there are no small matters in diplomacy.

His safety at this moment is a microcosm of certain diplomatic events between the two countries.

"Aren't you going to kill him?" Li Xiaoran asked Fang Zong in surprise, knowing about the feud between Fang Zong and Yasuo.

If he hadn't been so busy lately, Fang Zong would have already taken his men to help Ba Dao.

Fang Zong shook his head and said, "To kill openly and brazenly? That's not a good idea."

Judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Yasuo has no excuse for the generals in the Eastern Kingdom to kill him, only for his personal grudge against Ba Dao.

According to the extradition treaty, this would indeed be considered a diplomatic incident between the two countries.

Openly killing is like slapping the face of the United States, the core nation of League of Legends. Any bloodshed or friction is hardly fun.

...

Fang Zong's concerns were also those of more than a dozen military officers.

They blocked Ba Dao's path, but each of them glared at Yasuo with hatred.

Although he hadn't broken the law in the Eastern Kingdom, Yasuo had killed one of their comrades on the high seas.

A while ago, I even killed a spirit that hadn't received its ID card.

These are all crimes, only they are not enshrined in law or constitution!

"Baka! What a pity!"

Yasuo seemed to be talking to himself, but he was clearly cursing at Ba Dao, saying, "I was looking for Fang Zong, but I couldn't find him. Instead, I was chased and hacked by a dwarf. If it weren't for the dwarf's territory, who would be hacking whom?"

Baka! I'm not happy!

"Damn it," I muttered to myself, calling myself an idiot.

Baka deurei laoma!

That's arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!

The dozen or so generals were furious, but they had to consider the overall situation. Their faces trembled, their eyes turned green to blue, and they still had to stop Ba Dao.

Yasuo was even more smug. He pulled out his katana, stabbed it in, pulled it out, and stabbed it in again, uttering a continuous string of "Baka!" before...

"Holy crap!" Yasuo suddenly looked up, the terrifying pressure making his hair stand on end.

The dozen or so generals, including Ba Dao, were also puzzled and wanted to defend or dodge. They were very surprised by the sudden appearance of the terrifying pressure. Which senior was using magic at headquarters?

"Oops, I've gone the wrong way. I just became a sub-magic level cultivator and wanted to say hello."

Seriously, I was just saying hello to Ba Dao, how did I end up going off-topic?

"Run, everyone! I've veered off course!"

Fang Zong's figure appeared ten meters above Yasuo's head, yelling and crying.

"Run! Run! Run! I really didn't mean to, I veered off course!"

"You have to get out of the way, I've really missed!"

"Uh..." The generals were speechless, then gloated.

Dodge? Under the pressure of magic, can someone at the magic level really dodge?

You must be joking!

A dozen or so warriors, especially Ba Dao, were frantically defending while keeping an eye on Yasuo, who was right below Fang Zong.

They're fine; they're just caught in the aftermath.

Yasuo was unlucky; he was right under Yasuo's butt!

"Fang Zong, you deliberately tricked me!"

Yasuo looked up at Fang Zong, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could eat Fang Zong's flesh and drink his blood.

He suddenly drew his sword and, before Fang Zong could fall, slashed upwards...

"The Dharma Gate"

Wind Barrier!