"Chen Haoran, Jia Pengjun! The negotiations aren't even over yet, and you dare to openly rob us!" Chuan Jianguo was furious, his neck turning red.
However, Jia Pengjun showed no fear and retorted, "Stop playing dumb! You're definitely playing the victim! You Americans are the worst kind of bastards!"
Chuan Jianguo clenched his fist and said firmly, "I swear in the name of the organization that this matter has nothing to do with our Black Group!"
“Black Group? Why don’t you dare say the full name—the Black Death Organization? Others may not know, but do you think I don’t know about the evil deeds of your organization?” Jia Pengjun refused to back down.
Initially, their argument was limited to verbal exchanges, a back-and-forth of sharp words.
However, as time went on, the argument escalated into a violent personal attack, even hinting at a physical confrontation.
If Trump wanted to use a self-inflicted injury ruse, it would be far too convincing.
Standing to the side, Chen Haoran watched as the situation escalated and finally couldn't help but shout angrily, "Give me, Chen Haoran, some face? You two, stop arguing!"
Although Jia Junpeng was in the midst of the argument, his thoughts became increasingly clear.
He realized that the root of the dispute was likely unrelated to Trump.
After ruling out the possibility of the Black Group and himself, Jia Junpeng began to suspect that the problem might lie with the Dragon Group.
Jia Pengjun felt increasingly uneasy.
Chen Haoran always used his lack of experience as an excuse to not only push Jia Pengjun into the spotlight, but also to use him as a shield.
Once a seed of doubt is planted in someone's mind, it will quickly sprout.
"Chen Haoran, Chen Haoran! I thought only a double-standard dog like Trump would resort to trickery, but I never expected that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also be involved in such a scheme? Tell me! Were you the one pulling the strings behind this?"
"Chen Haoran! It must have been you who sent people to steal the commercial drafts!" At the same time, Chuan Jianguo also had the same suspicion.
Everyone says that the Dragon Group acts with integrity, but is it really true that there are no problems at all?
Seeing the two men's faces turn red and their aggressive expressions, Chen Haoran quickly denied it.
If this mess were to be dumped on my head, even if I were to learn from Lao Ba and swallow it on the spot, it wouldn't solve the problem.
Faced with their questions, Chen Haoran pondered for a moment, then proposed:
"Since we both insist on our innocence, and we each have spies in the other's camp anyway, what should we do if someone is found to have redeemed the commercial drafts? Should the other two sides form an alliance to fight against that traitor?"
"Fine! You'd better not let me find out it's you!" The two men's expressions changed, but they didn't deny that they had planted spies.
Each of the three had their own agenda, and in the end, they each returned to their own camps and went their separate ways.
...
After the successful ambush, Su Yue led the dozens of pursuers westward.
Interestingly, this group followed Su Yue's pace the entire way, like a shadow.
Su Yue is fast, so they are fast.
Su Yue is slow, so they are slow too.
They dared not approach too closely, lest they provoke this powerful opponent.
They dared not launch a sneak attack, for fear of accidentally killing Su Yue.
Those three commercial drafts were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, constantly threatening their lives.
And so, Su Yue led his apprehensive followers to the edge of the map.
At this moment, a deadly wall of poison, formed from emerald green smoke, is silently advancing inward from the edge.
This is what the Order Keepers refer to as the "shrinking circle" phenomenon.
This smoke contains a deadly poison; if anyone accidentally steps into it, they will die within seconds with no chance of survival.
The true purpose of this instance is to deliberately create tension and conflict by constantly shrinking the player's living space.
"013! You are now surrounded by our family alliance! Where do you think you can escape to?"
"013, the poisonous fog is right behind you. Don't be ungrateful. Our Black Group advises you to give up resistance and surrender immediately!"
"013, if you move again, I won't hold back my arrow! My archery skills are absolutely top-notch in the entire Dragon Group!"
The group was saying the harshest things, but doing the most cowardly things, creating an awkward silence.
Fearing that Su Yue might be pushed to the brink and plunge into the poisonous fog, who would then own the commercial draft?
Faced with the encirclement and poisonous fog, Su Yue remained as still as a rock, letting the poisonous fog slowly approach.
In an instant, Su Yue was completely engulfed by a cloud of poisonous mist!
[WARNING! You are currently in a poisonous fog and will suffer continuous poison damage. Please return to a safe area immediately!]
The system's sharp warning sounded jarringly, reminding Su Yue.
However, unexpectedly, Su Yue did not experience continuous blood loss.
Bathed in the poisonous fog, Su Yue felt incredibly comfortable, as if every cell in his body was cheering: "Just as I thought!"
The next second, system notifications kept coming into Su Yue's ears.
[Ding! Under the effect of the S-rank talent "Corrosive Skin", you are immune to poison damage!]
As we all know, toxic fog is also a type of poison.
Therefore, Su Yue redeemed the "corrosive skin" that granted immunity to poison damage.
Now it was the group of people outside who were dumbfounded; Su Yue's signal had disappeared from the map.
Faced with the ever-approaching poisonous fog, they retreated in panic, their minds replaying everything that had just happened.
The group's CPUs were all overheating; everyone's attention was focused on the archer.
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