Deceitful Game

Chapter 133 The Protection of the Silver Crown

Chapter 133 The Protection of the Silver Crown

"Oh----"

After staring at Mingpo for a few seconds, Gao Song suddenly laughed.

He casually asked, "Why are you so confident?"

"It's very simple."

Mingbo's lips curled up slightly as he adjusted his glasses: "Because I can see your thoughts."

"Oh?"

Gao Song asked in an almost laughing voice, "Really?"

"nature."

As Mingpo spoke, he took off his glasses.

He wiped the lenses with his sleeve, his dim, yellowish pupils fixed on Gao Song: "Although they look like glasses, they are actually a treasure called 'Spiritual Vision.'"

Without the glasses obscuring his gaze, Mingpo's previously indifferent and emotionless eyes suddenly became sharp, arrogant, and pointed.

Mingpo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a wild smile, and he spoke nonsense with extreme confidence: "When I gaze at you, I can read what you're thinking."

He certainly didn't have such a treasure, but it didn't matter.

As long as Gao Song believes—or rather, as long as Gao Song even seriously considers it, or even just considers the slightest possibility—Ming Po can amplify this fear infinitely.

"Then just tell me directly, is that okay?"

Gao Song smiled as well, but his gaze remained unwavering: "Wouldn't it be better to save the treasure of mind-reading for a crucial moment?"

"What good would it do to tell you?"

Mingpo countered, "Have you ever heard the saying 'Don't imagine a pink elephant'? The more you tell yourself not to, the less you can control the urge. Like right now—can you control your thoughts?"

"I may not be able to," Gao Song said leisurely, "but neither can you, Mr. Madman."

"—Twenty Faces, you tell him what the 'Silver Crown' in my title signifies."

"Yes."

The host, "Twenty Faces," bowed slightly to Gao Song.

She looked at Mingpo and said earnestly, "The suffix 'Silver Crown' means it can prevent mind control, mind reading, charm, hypnosis, fear, and other forms of mental interference."

"Did you hear that?"

Gao Song proudly raised his head: "Are you mistaking me for Xiao Fan, young man? Since I set up this game, its rules must be in my favor."

"I've seen abilities like hypnosis, mind reading, and eye-switching before. These abilities are destructive to this game—how could I have survived this long if I hadn't prepared countermeasures?"

"yes."

Despite being exposed for her lie, Mingpo remained completely calm.

Even Gao Song's "rebuttal" contained valuable information.

"You care about this a lot, huh? It's a game where the more you know someone, the easier it is for their secrets to be guessed—you've been quite restrained in other aspects, but here you're going to slap me in the face."

Mingbo said slowly and deliberately, "I see, it's because you were beaten by someone with similar abilities before—"

And you should have been badly beaten. You're stuck at this stage because you're afraid. You're afraid to enter a new game because you're worried about losing your title suffix—you're keeping this title because you want revenge.

"Am I right?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Song's expression immediately darkened.

The "aristocratic smile" on his face, which was both friendly and slightly arrogant, also disappeared immediately.

Now, he has a sinister expression on his face.

For the first time, a clear killing intent surfaced in those slightly narrowed eyes.

"Boring psychology."

Gao Song's voice also turned cold: "Why don't you guess when you're going to die?"

;

"It's a treasure, isn't it?"

The card in front of Mingpo flashed.

This means you guessed correctly.

Therefore, the right to ask questions in this round was transferred to Gao Fan.

This time, Gao Fan didn't speculate, but instead looked at Ming Po.

It has now been confirmed that Gao Song's answer was "some kind of man-made tool"; while Ming Po has been identified as "some kind of treasure".

Without a doubt, Mingpa is more dangerous.

As a new con artist, Mingbo had limited access to and knowledge of precious artifacts. Conversely—

The term "tool" still needs to be further narrowed down.

In this situation, Gao Fan made the most correct choice: "What should I ask?"

Gao Fan spoke up, asking Ming Po earnestly.

—He completely gave up on answering the question himself, instead turning himself into "Mingper's second chance to answer!"

This is to avoid wasting one's turn, and also out of trust in Mingpo.

"How embarrassing, Xiao Fan."

Gao Song stared coldly at Gao Fan: "So many years have passed, and you're still just as weak."

"Whenever you encounter a problem, you always ask others for help—when have you ever thought about how to solve problems on your own?"

"Or is it that your parents' overindulgence has made you forget how to walk?"

His words became sharp, and the hypocritical and gleeful arrogant smile on his face was gone.

But when pressured directly by his uncle, the timid Gao Fan calmed down instead.

He was clearly less afraid now.

His eyes no longer trembled, and even his hands, which were unconsciously rubbing their cuffs, clenched into fists.

That's because of anger.

The anger rising in Gao Fan's heart made him forget about being afraid.

How dare you mention my parents?

Gao Fan's words also became sharp: "Killing your brother and nephew, seizing family property and wiping out your entire family—a person like you would have been executed by slow slicing in ancient times."

"But this isn't ancient times, Xiao Fan. In this world, there aren't so many corrupt morals—if you're weaker than others, then you deserve to be eaten up completely."

Gao Song said coldly, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips: "Besides, even if I kill him, so what? Can you find any evidence? Or are you planning to turn yourself into evidence? You don't actually want to punish me with the law, do you?"

ha?

"A crime that goes undetected isn't a crime—how can you be so old and not even understand this basic principle? You've studied for over a decade, and all you've done is become a rigid, rotten person—you're a useless thing, just like your father."

"I'm afraid you don't know, but your father asked me the same question before he died. The exact same one you asked me."

He abandoned his sarcastic remarks and instead displayed a chilling hostility with crystal clarity: "He insulted me, then begged me to let you go—you're all the same, aren't you? Is this how you ask for favors?"

"Oh----"

Mingpo laughed.

First, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then the laughter turned into a wild, unrestrained laugh.

The laughter greatly displeased Gao Song. He stared at Ming Po, a faint green glow appearing in his eyes—the color of Heng Zhi's domain.

"What are you laughing at?"

He questioned.

What I'm laughing at is—

Mingpo's lips curled up as she asked, word by word, "Does not going to school really break your defenses like this?"

"Oppose morality, oppose education, oppose authority, oppose patriarchal system—then what do you advocate? The law of the jungle?"

"—But are you really that strong? You've spent over a decade and still haven't even reached Moon Silver. You get beaten so badly you're afraid to advance, stuck in the newbie village as the king—after crushing so many noobs, do you really think you've become a pro?"

"So what?"

Gao Song sneered, "Being better than you is enough."

"Strength and weakness in this world are relative. Just like I would not compare my wealth with Bill Gates—but I am indeed richer than you, to a degree that you can hardly reach in your entire life."

"So what difference is there between me and Bill Gates to poor people like you? No difference! Absolutely no difference!"

"Because these are realms that you cannot reach!"

"Just like me! I'm stronger than all of you combined!"

Gao Song's whisper grew louder and louder, gradually turning into a roar.

Mingpo didn't say anything, but turned around and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Your uncle is really funny—he insulted someone and then broke down in his own defenses."