A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Chapter 750 Xing Wence's Decapitation Operation

A sudden turn of events! A glimmer of hope!

Xing Wence jumped up from the sofa in excitement, walked a few steps to Zhang Heng, and pressed his hands firmly on Zhang Heng's shoulders, the force revealing the turmoil in his heart.

His face was filled with joy and gratitude, and he was even a little incoherent: "Good! Good! Good! That's wonderful! Xiao Heng, you...you really are my lucky star! There's always a way out, I truly believe that today!"

Zhang Heng could clearly feel the slight tremor in the other person's palm. It was not only the excitement of the prospect of the plan, but also the deep desire and obsession of a top trainer to break through the bottleneck and pursue greater power and partners.

"if you can……"

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "We'll make some preparations and set off tonight. I'm quite familiar with South China."

However, to Zhang Heng's surprise, Xing Wence did not immediately agree to this efficient plan.

The joy and excitement on his face slowly receded like the tide, replaced by a solemn contemplation.

He didn't answer immediately, but sat back down on the sofa, his right hand instinctively resting on the bridge of his gold-rimmed glasses.

As he pondered, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, almost forming the character "川" (river).

The relaxed and hopeful atmosphere that had just risen in the office seemed to be frozen by this sudden silence.

Zhang Leiyuan also noticed his friend's unusual behavior and cast an inquiring glance at him.

A few seconds later, Xing Wence raised his head. The flame in his eyes, burning with the pursuit of power, had not been extinguished, but it seemed to be mixed with something more complex and heavy.

He looked at Zhang Heng, slowly shook his head, and his voice was much lower than before.

"Xiao Heng, your suggestion is excellent and highly efficient. However... I'm afraid it needs to be changed slightly. I can't leave for South China with you tonight."

He paused, meeting the puzzled gazes of Zhang Leiyuan and Zhang Heng.

He continued, "Give me a week. A week later, we'll meet up at Goose City Academy in South China, okay? Then we'll head to the 'Ghost City' together."

"A week?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Leiyuan raised his sharp eyebrows, his tone filled with confusion and a hint of urgency.

"Old Xing, time waits for no one! The Northwest Championship Challenge is only a month and a half away!"

"You need time to recruit new allies, familiarize yourself with your strength, and adjust your tactics."

Zhang Heng chimed in, saying, "Yeah, Brother Ce, a week isn't a long time, but it's not short either. What if something goes wrong with the wormhole over there, or the Creation Palace launches its attack ahead of schedule? What you need most right now is time!"

Zhang Leiyuan's words made perfect sense, and Zhang Heng nodded in agreement. He looked at Xing Wence with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he would "waste" a precious week at this critical juncture.

Faced with their questions, Xing Wence first met Zhang Leiyuan's gaze. His eyes no longer held the usual gentle smile, but only an almost icy calm and resolute look.

He spoke slowly, his voice low but clear, each word seemingly carrying a metallic quality.

"Brother Lei Yuan, you're right, time is of the essence. But some things are equally urgent."

He paused slightly, seemingly considering his words, but ultimately chose the most direct approach.

"The principle of blood debts must be repaid in blood is something that even a junior like Zhang Heng understands, so I understand it too, and all Chinese people understand it."

"Now that you are the champion of East China, guarding this region, your every move has far-reaching consequences. There are many things that are not suitable for you to do personally, nor can they be done by you."

He exhaled softly, as if shedding some kind of disguise, his tone becoming calm yet sharp.

"So, someone has to do these 'inconvenient' things."

"Someone like me, who is currently relatively 'free' with no official status and happens to have some ability... is just right for me to do it."

Zhang Leiyuan's gaze suddenly sharpened like an eagle's as he stared intently into Xing Wence's eyes, seemingly trying to read out all of the other's plans.

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

A few seconds later...

The sharpness in Zhang Leiyuan's eyes gradually turned into complexity; he understood the unspoken intention deep in the other person's eyes.

He shook his head slowly and almost imperceptibly, not out of disagreement, but as a sigh mixed with worry, understanding and helplessness.

“You…” Zhang Leiyuan’s voice lowered.

“Old Xing, I understand your feelings. But... that's still foreign territory, and it involves a lot of people. The enemy is not someone to be trifled with.”

He paused, then finally just patted Xing Wence's shoulder heavily.

"Suit yourself. But remember, in everything you do, your own safety must be the bottom line. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback."

Upon hearing this, Xing Wence finally revealed a faint, heroic smile on his face and nodded: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Their conversation was like an encrypted telegram, full of unspoken understanding, but Zhang Heng, who was standing to the side, was completely confused.

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood"? "Things that are inconvenient to do"? "Other countries' territory"? "Enemies"?

These words, strung together, point to a vague yet chilling possibility.

"Dad, Brother Ce, what are you talking about? What blood debt? What foreign territory? Who are you referring to as the enemy... the Temple of Creation?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask, his doubts and unease growing.

Xing Wence did not answer Zhang Heng directly, but instead picked up the high-tech projector again.

Instead of projecting the Book of Purple, he deftly traced a few lines on the surface of the sphere with his fingers, switching modes.

The bluish light band shifted again, and the projected content transformed into a real-time news interface connected to the international internet.

He quickly typed in a few keywords and brought up a live broadcast of a press conference.

In the background, there is the iconic flag and emblem of South Korea, and a South Korean Foreign Ministry official in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed and his face flushed with excitement.

Facing the camera and the densely packed reporters below, waving the documents in his hand, he spoke in heavily accented, broken Mandarin, righteously and sternly accusing them:

"...(a rapid string of Korean)...Aish! This is a serious violation of peace! A blatant breach of international conventions!"

(The tone became even more impassioned)... (Another string of rapid and angry swear words.)

Interspersed with words like 'unacceptable,' 'strongly condemned,' and 'serious consequences'...

Ah! We demand that the Chinese side immediately provide a reasonable explanation, severely punish the perpetrators, and compensate for the losses! Otherwise… (threatening gestures and tone)…

Although Zhang Heng knew nothing about Korean, he could tell from the official's distorted expression, intense body language, and the constant, repeated curses of "Ashiba" that he could only understand.

The scrolling Chinese news headlines at the bottom of the screen—"South Korea strongly protests so-called 'Chinese quasi-gods' attack on its maritime patrol fleet, pointing the finger at China"—were enough for him to understand what had happened.

Garchomp's "pledge of allegiance" has taken effect. And clearly, South Korea is blaming China for this, and is making a big fuss and exerting pressure on the international stage.

Zhang Heng instantly understood what Xing Wence meant by "blood debt" and vaguely guessed his next target.

He looked at Xing Wence, his voice uncertain: "Brother Ce... did you postpone your trip because you also want to... like Garchomp, raid South Korea and teach them a lesson? To share the burden?"

"No no no..."

Xing Wence raised an index finger and gently shook it in front of him, denying Zhang Heng's guess.

He turned off the projector, and the angry faces of the South Korean officials vanished into thin air.

His eyes were sharp as a drawn sword, and his tone was calm, yet it contained a murderous intent even more chilling than the diplomatic protest he had just delivered.

"My target is not those clowns from South Korea." He leaned forward slightly, his voice lower but clearer, like ice beads falling onto a plate.

“I have received reliable information that the ‘Spear of the Empire’—Arthur—has not returned to the American mainland since the last East China Sea battle, nor has he hidden in his old base in Europe.”

"He is currently recuperating in a secret base on the Ryūkyū Islands of Japan, and remotely controlling his remaining forces in the Asia-Pacific region."

He looked at Zhang Leiyuan, then at Zhang Heng: "Brother Leiyuan's blood debt, the heroic souls who sacrificed their lives in the East China Sea Campaign, the brothers who died in the line of duty at the East China Police Bureau..."

"Many things can be blamed on this guy. He's currently isolated, and the main player is injured, so he's at his weakest. Since the champion can't easily make a cross-border move, then..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.