Chapter 89: An acquaintance, but also an enemy

The high-quality champagne danced with an amber luster in the crystal wine glass, the mellow wine aroma and the fragrant flower fragrance complemented each other, the air was filled with a subtle atmosphere, and the guests' eyes moved back and forth between Gu Bingchen and the man.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

In this strange silence, applause suddenly came from upstairs. Looking up, there were two people leaning on the railings with intricate patterns. The young man with picturesque eyebrows and eyes looked surprised. The man who was applauding was standing beside him. He was graceful, tall and handsome, and his slim black uniform showed his identity.

"It's Doctor Xiaojie and Governor Song!"

People with good eyesight instantly recognized the identities of the two people.

The appearance of the two was like a stone falling into a calm lake, stirring up waves, and the banquet hall returned to its previous bustle.

"Isn't it a competition? I'm looking forward to it." Song Shinan rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms, with his chin slightly raised and his eyes nonchalant.

The man's forehead was sweating, his hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably, and he was now in a dilemma.

Gu Bingchen was not in a hurry at all, he just felt that the man upstairs was too familiar, this kind of pretentious look was very similar to someone in his memory.

However, the most important thing at the moment is to deal with some big fools who are being used as pawns.

"Everyone who comes is a guest." Just when the stalemate was at a standoff, a square-faced man wearing black-framed glasses came out to act as a peacemaker. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was moussed, and his facial features were fairly regular. He smiled and said, "The main purpose of tonight is to treat all the guests to good food and drinks. It would be ugly if you were dressed so elegantly and handsomely but were to fight and kill."

His eyes fell on Gu Bingchen's casual clothes, and the square-faced man paused.

"Our Psychic Exchange Association will be held in three days. We can compete then. There's no rush, right?"

"Besides, this venue is not suitable for PK. Don't you think so?"

A guest who knew the square-faced man immediately replied, "You're right!"

"Then...what do you two think?" The square-faced man rubbed his hands, with a bit of flattery and flattery between his eyebrows.

Gu Bingchen had a fake smile on his face: "You all said so, what can I do?"

The square-faced man was choked and had to change his target. He approached the man and whispered a few words.

Someone stepped down from the stage. The man was eager to leave the banquet hall immediately, so he took a few steps forward and stammered, "I'm sorry, I said something outrageous. Sorry."

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly." Gu Bingchen really wasn't teasing him this time. He really didn't hear what the man said.

The man bit his lip, bent 90 degrees and bowed. He raised his voice and said loudly, "I'm sorry! I didn't recognize the real man!"

Everyone's attention had not been diverted to begin with, and their eyes became even hotter when they heard this.

Gu Bingchen paused while pinching Jiang Yunqi's wrist, feeling even more embarrassed. He waved his hand, his tone tinged with impatience, "Okay, move away. I don't want to see you now."

The man ran away. The banquet wasn't over yet, but he left early.

The square-faced man took out a handkerchief and wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, exhaled a foul breath, turned around, and disappeared into the guest room again.

"What do you think his purpose is?"

Gu Bingchen asked in a low voice while sitting on the sofa in the dim light.

Jiang Yunqi didn't like the taste of alcohol, so he took a round orange, peeled it, and asked back: "Who will be the most anxious after you proposed the bet?"

Gu Bingchen tapped his hands on his knees with his fingers bent: "It must be the person who dislikes me."

"And the person who plotted behind the scenes." Jiang Yunqi's fingertips were stained with the light yellow color of the orange peel, and his tone was flat, "These two people are just pawns."

"Who would hate me so much? I just arrived in Dijing." Gu Bingchen's lips corners raised slightly, and the words he said seemed to be mixed with worry and fear, but his expression revealed a hint of eagerness to try.

Jiang Yunqi peeled off the white veins on the orange peel and handed it to Gu Bingchen's palm: "It's sweet, try it."

Gu Bingchen opened his mouth, but did not eat the orange peel in his hand. Instead, he took the orange peel that had been bitten a little from Jiang Yunqi's other hand. His voice was hoarse and his smile was particularly seductive: "Yeah, it's very sweet."

"You are used to being slick." Jiang Yunqi pinched Gu Bingchen's face with his fingers stained with orange peel liquid, and a gentle smile flashed in his eyes.

"Is it the wrong time for me to show up?"

Gu Hua said faintly beside him.

Gu Bingchen: "When did you come? Have you finished reminiscing?"

Gu Hua nodded: "Well, my seniors are still busy, so I'll leave first."

She waved the two cards in her hand and said with a smile: "I'll go to my seniors' laboratory in a few days."

Jiang Yunqi threw an orange over and said calmly: "It's good that you have your own plan. There's no need to come and tell us." Gu

Hua put the card in her pocket, broke the orange open, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of her lips: "That won't work. Now we are tied to the same rope. I also got a pass for Brother Xie."

The orange was very juicy, but a little sour. Gu Hua frowned, but it was not easy to throw it away, so she had to put it aside first.

Jiang Yunqi was about to say something when the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out. He looked up, and there was still no expression on his handsome face, but his eyebrows were full of vigilance and alertness.

Within a few seconds, a large beam of white light hit the center of the banquet hall, and the piano that was originally placed there was moved down by the staff.

At this time, the man standing in the middle with a microphone and speaking was the peacemaker just now - the square-faced man. He smiled and said, "Warmly welcome all superpowers to participate in our banquet tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd seemed to have someone he had arranged. As soon as he finished speaking, they applauded enthusiastically, and some of them were shouting, but they were not excited about anything.

Gu Bingchen looked at all this coldly.

"I'm just a small supervisor, just playing a role in warming up the atmosphere."

"We have many important guests arriving tonight."

Several beams of white light moved as he spoke.

"There is our doctor, Xiao Jie."

The white light hit the boy's face, which was a bit dazzling. He raised his eyes, waved his hand, and then lowered his head.

The man next to him pursed his lips, and was very unhappy with the sudden introduction. So when the square-faced man said, "There is also our Governor Song," he had a cold face and didn't even raise his head. The

square-faced man was glared at, and cold sweat instantly wet his back. He hurriedly shouted for people not to shine the light on Song Shinan and Jie Diyu, fearing that if he was a second late, his head would be split apart.

He cleared his throat to cover up the panic that just passed by, and smiled and said, "Of course, there is also our Captain Zhou!"

The applause suddenly resounded throughout the banquet hall like thunder.

The square-faced man bent his waist, holding a brand new microphone in his hands. On the steps, a young man with an imposing manner slowly walked up.

The young man had a stern face and expressionless face, like an iceberg.

Gu Hua glanced to the side, and glanced at the equally aloof Jiang Yunqi. She could tell the difference without comparison.

Jiang Yunqi was the kind of ice beauty who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

The young man in the center of the stage had an aloof look, but his eyes revealed contempt.

This is not a good person.

Gu Hua silently put a label on him.

The young man took the microphone, his voice a little hoarse: "Hello, I'm the captain of the first team, my name is Zhou Jun, an S-level gold-type psychic."

The guests in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Someone exclaimed: "It's worthy of being the Imperial Capital. Even the level of psychics is one level higher than our small bases."

"S-level, how amazing it is." Someone opened his mouth wide, his expression full of admiration.

When the discussion gradually died down, Zhou Jun continued, "The purpose of the dinner is to promote exchanges among you. The Superpower Exchange Association will be held in three days."

"I am one of the persons in charge of this Superpower Exchange Association." Zhou Jun paused slightly, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "The world is getting worse and worse nowadays. Various zombies and mutants are rampant on the earth. The land cannot be used for planting, and viruses are hidden in the water sources. Extreme natural disasters have occurred in various places. Sometimes I wonder whether mankind can still overcome the zombie crisis."

The banquet hall was silent, and only Zhou Jun was still narrating the disaster.

"Fortunately, God is on the side of mankind. A large number of people with superpowers have emerged among us."

"We can not only protect our families, but also protect ordinary people."

"But superpowers will always be powerless."

"Either they are exhausted, or they are not powerful enough."

Zhou Jun's palm condensed with golden light, and in an instant, an arrow appeared in his hand.

Gu Bingchen watched with great interest, but Jiang Yunqi and Gu Hua both looked away tacitly.

"And our Psychic Exchange Association is to improve your abilities through your exchange experiences."

"In addition, we have also set up a competition. Of course, friendship comes first, and competition comes second. I hope that the exchange in three days will stop there."

Zhou Jun smiled stiffly. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, raised his chin, and said, "Today, I also brought a little surprise."

He put down the microphone, put his hands together, and clapped them lightly.

The staff took two men to the center of the stage. One was sitting in a wheelchair with pale lips, and the other was wearing a black coat and a mask on his face.

When everyone was curious about who these two men were, Gu Hua, who was sitting in the corner, changed her expression, clenched her palms on the armrest of the sofa, and her eyes were cold as ice.

Shao Lin?

And... Zou Rui!

Gu Hua stared at Zou Rui in the wheelchair with anger.

Seeing him skinny, pale, and dying, Gu Hua felt a sense of relief.

Some people should have died long ago.

Shao Lin was very sensitive to the unfriendly looks, but because the light was dim and there were many guests, he could not find Gu Bingchen and the other two for a while.

He was just as he remembered, gentle, refined, and elegant. He pushed up his glasses and took the phone calmly. His voice was clear: "Hello, my name is Jiang Shao, and this is my younger brother, Jiang Rui."

Gu Bingchen leaned over and sneered: "They didn't even disguise their faces, they just changed their surnames. Anyone who can recognize them will know the real identities of these two people at any time."

Jiang Yunqi wiped the orange juice off his fingertips and said coldly: "Maybe they did it on purpose."

This is true. Shao Lin did it on purpose.

Now, he is just a chess piece that has been pushed out. Sooner or later, he will lose his function. He might as well give it a try before he dies.

If he wins, he can still keep his body intact.

If he loses, he can drag that person to hell with him before he dies. It's worth it.

It's nothing but death, what's there to be afraid of?