Is Goodfellow about to back down?
Even Lu Mingming herself didn't believe this conjecture.
Even the newspaper itself, which has set up surveillance cameras, probably understands exactly what is happening right now.
The comment function in the live stream suddenly turned on, and a dense barrage of comments instantly swept across the screen, mostly rows of question marks.
[Finished playing? That was so boring!]
[Wait... Goodfinch, is this supposed to be a joke? He didn't even break the protective shield, and he's already spouting nonsense about killing Orannar?] [The weirdest thing is that the artillery fire stopped halfway through... It's hilarious. I think it's one of the funniest battles of the last hundred years, without a doubt.]
I can just imagine how angry that old man Goodfellow would be, hehehe.
The comments section was filled with nonchalance, with some even offering sarcastic remarks.
Having received no useful information, Lu Mingming gradually calmed down.
It appears that the stalemate will continue for some time.
As she pondered, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the doorway.
Orannal, dressed in a smart outfit, stood at the entrance of the league headquarters.
Compared to the over-sixty-year-old Earl Goodfellow, Orlana's intimidating presence was a hundred times stronger, his every move exuding the aura of a nobleman who had long held a high position.
"Haven't you had enough of this little trick? I'm tired of it."
As soon as Orannal finished speaking, the surrounding guns and cannons inexplicably turned and pointed at the aircraft where Count Goodfellow was located, densely surrounding it and trapping him like prey with no way to escape.
"Wait! How...how is this possible? I clearly positioned those assassins at the back door. They should have rushed in to hunt us down soon! And they're all my men who have followed me for years. Why would they obey you?!"
"idiot."
Oranner had no intention of offering further explanation.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to explain that much to you."
His hand slammed down, and the guns and cannons fired simultaneously, reversing the previous attack.
"Damn it, I'm not staying here to risk my life with you. I thought you were a promising talent, but it turns out you're completely no match for that little guy. You can play by yourself!"
Count Goodfellow's eyes widened in fury: "What do you mean?!"
Everyone present assumed that Goodfellow was talking to Oranner, and the comments section exploded with excitement.
"Seriously? He's using this provocation tactic now? Isn't he afraid of dying?"
This statement didn't seem to be addressed to Orannal, nor did it seem to be spoken to the attendants around him.
Lu Mingming stared intently at Gu Defen.
The witches have appeared.
Sure enough, a dark figure moved stealthily along the surface of Goodfellow's aircraft.
In the one second before he left, Gu Defen's hair was visibly completely white, his body was hunched, and his energy was almost nonexistent. He looked nothing like the fierce man he once was, as if all his spirit had been sucked away out of thin air.
Lu Mingming's eyes remained unblinking as his mysterious figure wandered around the aircraft like a ghost, blending almost perfectly into the night, making it impossible to discern his specific actions.
"finally found you."
Lu Mingming thought to himself.
My mission objective: hurry up and come at 1 o'clock. I'll be waiting for you at Xingfuxing.
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