Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

"I remember I told you not to touch Xie Yuchen!" In the endless darkness, two shadows sat on both sides, and the atmosphere was oppressive and tense. When the shadow man on the left heard the news from his subordinates, he could no longer suppress his anger, slammed the table, and stood up suddenly.

“Those who achieve great things do not care about trifles. Don't forget, even if you raised someone from childhood, you are still closer to that person in the end!” However, the man in black robe sitting opposite him seemed unusually calm. He just slowly raised his hand and filled a cup of tea for himself. His tone was so calm that it made people feel chilled.

"So what! When we first started working together, we had already made a clear agreement that we would never hurt him in the slightest! Now that you have blatantly violated our agreement, from now on, we will no longer cooperate with you in all your subsequent actions!" The shadowy figure on the left had his eyes wide open, his eyes burning with rage. He swung his sleeves vigorously, sweeping across the tea set on the table. The porcelain clashes with a crisp sound, and then falls to the ground and breaks. Then, he turns around without hesitation, strides away, leaving only his followers and the black-robed man in a stalemate.

At this moment, a faint light suddenly flashed. The broken porcelain pieces that were scattered on the ground disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed. At the same time, a brand new desk appeared in the original place, on which was placed a pot of fragrant tea that was steaming hot. The man in black robe took a sip of tea, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely noticeable smile: "You should know that I have always only obeyed his orders."

"Emperor Xin, even if a lie is repeated thousands of times, it will never become true. Do you think you can cover up the truth with these false words?" The man in black robe seemed not to be worried or take the threats of Emperor Xin and others seriously.

"So what? True or false, false or true, does it matter so much?" Emperor Xin didn't mind the lies of the man in black robe being exposed.

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell him that you have been laying out a lie for him for a thousand years?" The man in black robe rose up from the feet of Emperor Xin like a wisp of black smoke, circling like a snake.

"Afraid? I, Emperor Xin, have never been afraid of anything in my life." Emperor Xin laughed as if he heard a joke.

Suddenly, Emperor Xin made a swift move and grabbed the black-robed man's neck like lightning. "How can you be sure that the person sitting in front of you is real?" After saying that, the next moment, the hand that was still pinching the black-robed man's neck turned into a puff of smoke.

"Why should I confirm whether you are real? It is enough for me to know that you are Emperor Xin." The man in black robe did not seem to care whether the person in front of him was real or fake.

"Come back to us when you've had enough of being crazy!" Emperor Xin said and disappeared.

"As expected of the greatest emperor of all time! He is indeed very impressive!"

A puff of black smoke flew out from the man in black robe, leaving only the words "clean it up" before he disappeared as well.

A man wearing a demon mask came in orderly from the door, picked up the humanoid object lying limp on the ground, and dragged it away. "Send it to the pharmacy and let Elder Wan see if there is any value in it."

The leader gave instructions to the two people who dragged the person away, and then had someone clean the entire secret room, and finally burned it completely with a big fire.

Xie Yuchen had just sent away the chattering old ladies and old men at home, and before he had time to catch his breath, a servant came running in with two letters from afar. He took a look and saw that the envelopes were signed with the names "Emperor Xin" and "Qin Fuguang" respectively.

Unfolding the letter, familiar handwriting came into view: "Xiaohua, I heard that you were ambushed a few days ago! How serious is the situation? We are traveling outside right now, and we really can't rush back to be with you right away.

And your father and father, how could they let you go alone to deal with such a dangerous thing? When they come back, they will definitely teach you a lesson..."

The letter was written in a very eloquent manner and lasted for several pages, but Xie Yuchen just glanced over it quickly with an expressionless face, without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if these words of concern were nothing but wind passing by his ears.

In the end, without even frowning, he threw the piece of letter paper into the burning brazier beside him.

There was a "sizzling" sound, and the flames instantly licked the paper, quickly burning it to ashes.

Xie Yuchen stared quietly at the burning and gradually extinguished embers of the letter paper in his hand, and thought to himself: What I want to be is a chess player who controls the overall situation, rather than a poor chess piece that is manipulated and slaughtered by others.

All the so-called care and criticism are meaningless to him, because only by relying on one's own strength and wisdom can one truly control his own destiny.

Just as Daddy said, he seemed to be born to be the one controlling the chessboard. From beginning to end, he was the one who manipulated everyone on the chessboard, skillfully maintaining the delicate relationship between them.

So far, no one has been able to treat it as a chess piece, manipulating it at will on the chessboard, making it a lamb to be slaughtered.

This is exactly the most significant difference between Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie. Xie Yuchen can certainly act as a pawn, but the premise must be that he voluntarily chooses to do so. Otherwise, everyone in the world is just a pawn in his hands.

On the other hand, Wu Xie is destined to become a poor chess piece drifting on the chessboard, without roots or wings. He is not qualified to be a chess player at all, because his entire life trajectory has already been forcibly planned by others. Even if he is left alone in the middle of the process and allowed to embark on the path of a chess piece, this established fact cannot be changed.

What is Wu Xie doing at this time?

He and Fatty Wang were reported and arrested, and the information they had was confiscated.

Wu Xie was still shouting hard in the monitoring room, but unfortunately the uncle in the hat outside the glass ignored him.

Outside the corridor of the inspection room, two uncles in hats and a lawyer came over and greeted the people outside the glass, "How is it?"

The man shook his head slowly, a helpless look on his face, indicating that he hadn't gotten anything out of the other person. "This guy's mouth is as hard as a rock. No matter how I asked him, he refused to say a word! He kept shouting that they were not thieves at all, but were just staying at a friend's house temporarily. But when I asked him their real names, he suddenly became mute and didn't say a word."

At this time, the man pointed to the person standing behind him and introduced, "This is the lawyer who came to bail them out. He is the famous and well-known Lawyer Yao in Yanjing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man hurried forward, shook Lawyer Yao's hand tightly, and shook it up and down with excitement, praising him non-stop: "Oh my! So this is the legendary Lawyer Yao! I just took a casual look at you from a distance, and I felt that you are dignified and handsome, and exudes an extraordinary temperament. Look at your elegant appearance, you must be a man of both literary and martial arts, wise and brave! You are really an intellectual, very different from warriors like us!"

However, before the man could finish his words, a man called Lao Jiang interrupted him impatiently, "Enough, enough! Lao Shen, look at your fawning look, you're just like a lackey. Come on, stop talking nonsense, let's go in and do business first!" With that, Lao Jiang led Lawyer Yao to the inspection room.

Looking at Lao Jiang's receding back, Lao Shen was so angry that he stamped his feet, pointed at him and shouted, "You are such a big-headed ghost! You look so honest on weekdays, but I didn't expect you to be so cunning and treacherous at the critical moment, like a rat stealing oil! Humph, I really don't know what to say to you!"

"Okay, Old Shen, you know who Old Shen is, why are you angry with him?" The young man next to him patted Old Shen on the shoulder.

"What's the relationship between me and Lao Shen? What's the relationship between you and me? Put your hands down! You're so sloppy all day long. Do you look like a policeman?" Lao Shen looked at the young man next to him, changed his attitude just now, and scolded with a stern face.

The young man was so frightened that he stood up straight and looked at Old Shen with a serious face, "I'm sorry! Officer Shen, I was wrong!"

"Considering that this is your first offense, I will forgive you. Go down!" Old Shen looked at the young man, nodded slightly, and then let him go.