Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 888: Barren Eastern Lands, Not Even a Proper God

From 0:180 to 180:0, it truly is a miracle.

On the distinguished guests’ stand of the Empire, the old man in black robes watched helplessly as the protective shield was unexpectedly broken, while Mike’s bloodied forehead was only grazed by a sunflower seed shell...

His brow furrowed fiercely, casting a sharp glance towards the Imperial Team’s audience seats.

This glance was no small matter; his eyes felt scorched by the sunlight, and with a jolt, he was compelled to quickly withdraw his gaze.

"Dean Davis, could it be that they have a master over there sitting in command? Breaking our assistance?" The follower questioned, puzzled by the adversary.

The old man snorted coldly: "That barren Eastern world, without even a decent god, what kind of master could they have? It’s nothing more than some lone ghosts causing trouble. I’m hungry, let’s not bother with them for this match; we’ll show them next time!"

The follower continuously nodded, bowing and kowtowing: "Dean Davis, you are right, since they are just lone ghosts, it’s not worth your esteemed effort as a dean to engage. It’s merely a recreational competition, not worth bloodshed. Next month is the F1 Global Car God Race, by then we’ll make the Empire bow at our feet in agony! We’ve already prepared a splendid feast at the hotel, we invite you to gracefully attend and savor it..."

The old man stood up and left, sweeping his sleeves.

Someone specifically held an umbrella for him, shielding the glaring noonday sun.

A crowd surrounded him as they left the arena.

Mike, who was beaten down onto the grass by Yin Hu, was instead ignored, wailing pitifully like a homeless dog.

Yin Hu sighed, walked over, helped Mike up, and let him lean on the railing: "I didn’t want to take your life, but why are your moves so vicious in a match, when it exceeds the bounds of competition? Every event is about friendship first, competition second; this isn’t a life-and-death duel!"

Mike gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked towards the direction Dean Davis disappeared, muttering: "We M Country people are not like you little Eastern dwarfs, we believe in annihilating our enemies; it’s either win or die! Only this way can our nation be strong, to reign forever and make you dilapidated Eastern small countries tremble and submit!"

Yin Hu was stunned, never expecting that such moral education was what the other side embraced.

He thought the competition was merely an exchange of PKs, while the other side saw it as eradicating enemies and demonstrating force.

He thought the Empire was a gracious and kind, hospitable host, but the other side perceived them as a dilapidated Eastern small country?

Too arrogant, too domineering.

He wasn’t good with words, his lips moved several times but he didn’t know how to rebut this combative, ideologically stubborn foreigner.

He glanced up, unintentionally spotting on the guests’ stand, Xi Zuzi’s white-clad figure just getting up from the seat, seemingly waving her jade finger lightly in his direction.

Yin Hu’s mind cleared for a moment.

The next second, he instinctively, mimicked Xi Zuzi’s gesture, waving his fist as if unintentionally towards Mike’s direction.

"Bang——!"

Just helped up, Mike fell onto the grass again, eating a mouthful of dirt.

"You, you, what are you... um, hurry and help me up!"

Mike groaned incoherently.

Yin Hu patted his hands, took a step to leave: "Nothing, just stretching a bit. Your M Country is so incredible, you don’t need a helping hand from an Eastern small country, haha."

Hey, he’s not skilled at roasting others.

Yet somehow these words slipped out of his mouth.

But it was really well said!

On the guests’ stand.

Xi Rubao was stunned again and again by the reversal in the competition, finally jumping up and cheering: "Oh my, Hu Zi really did us proud! 180:0, we won, we won, we won oh oh oh!"

Wu Qianman felt slightly forlorn: "It’s just a bit of a pity, the elderly in the orphanage still lost miserably..."

The elderly had bet 200:20, alas.

Xi Zuzi stood up, flicking her jade fingers, her expression as calm as a still water surface, and said lightly——