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 Looking at the closed door, Jing Meng Hun could only feel all the hatred rising in his heart. In this recent time period, every mission of Golden Horse Riders Department had failed in the hands of King of Hell Chu. Out of four King level leaders, one was handicapped, and one had lost his life!

Among ninth grade Revered Martial Artists, they had lost no less than ten. In terms of core powers, dozens had also died! Even a few day days ago, in this very room, he only said one line and was scolded by his opponent like a servant!

All of these things were caused by this one person!

Today, you will meet retribution!

Jing Meng Hun's eyes flashed with hatred and gratification. His breathing paused. All of a sudden, he gently raised his left arm majestically without making a noise! Everyone behind him understood and lowered their bodies.

Finally, a loud bang came from the window!

This was the sound of Yin Wu Tian forcefully smashing the window to pieces.

Yin Wu Tian had made his move!

Jing Meng Hun did not hesitate. With the unstoppable momentum of lightning, he kicked the door with the force of thunder. Bang! The door to the room broke into pieces and shot straight into the room.

Jing Meng Hun immediately stepped into the room. He commandingly yelled out, "King of Hell Chu! Surrender yourself up! Hahaha..."

Inside the flying rubble, time and space seemed to have become blurred at this moment. Nothing was very clear. Only a silhouette of the person facing him could be seen. This person was also holding a battle-ready stance! Bam! They palmed each other. The person facing him suddenly yelled out in terror, "Big brother! It's me!"

Yin Wu Tian!

Jing Meng Hun let out a scream from shock. He waved his sleeve, and all of the chaotic debris in the air immediately cleared away and flew to the side. The view of the room became clear right away.

From behind him and the window in front of him, the martial experts of Golden Horse Riders Department poured into this room with icy killing aura surrounding from their entire bodies!

Jing Meng Hun stared and almost choked. Everyone who advanced in also maintained the same action; they stared in one direction with gaping mouths.

In that place, there was a desk and a chair. On the chair was a rolled up comforter. Surprisingly, there was a rope tying the top making it look exactly like a neck of a person. The posture looked exactly like that of a person who was contemplating...

Besides this, there was nobody in sight!

Jing Meng Hun whipped his head around and suddenly grabbed the neck of the bastard standing next to him. He asked ferociously, "Where is he?"

"I am talking to you!" Jing Meng Hun flipped his hand. Bam! This Revered Martial Artist's head flipped back. He spat out blood, and a handful of teeth clattered on the ground. He became unconscious.

He could not have picked a better time to be unconscious!

He had avoided answering this question that he had no answers for.

"Useless!" Jing Meng Hun tossed him to the ground and yelled furiously.

"There is a letter here." Yin Wu Tian stood on the side with an icy countenance.

This was a very ordinary letter. This was written on the outside of the envelope: Dear Prime Minister Diwu; Chu Yang thanks you!

"Chu Yang! Chu Yang!" All of the blood inside Jing Meng Hun's body immediately rushed to his head. He stared at this letter and yelled, "So this was King of Hell Chu! Motherf*!"

At this very moment, an icy voice rang out, "King level leader Jing, has this door of Heaven Reaching Tower sinned against you? You smashed it. Is your hatred that great?"

Jing Meng Hun immediately turned around. At the door, he saw a very fat man standing there and staring at him coldly.

His usual money-making demeanor had disappeared. In place of it was something ready to erupt!

The manager of Heaven Reaching Tower, Du Fa Cai!

"Manager Du? I have nothing against you people, this person staying at Heaven Reaching Tower is an Iron Cloud spy! Moreover, he is my mortal enemy!" Jing Meng Hun said gravely, "Manager Du, you owe me an explanation!"

"Explanation? Hahaha..." Du Fa Cai laughed icily, "Jing Meng Hun, you should understand it! Heaven Reaching Tower does not belong to Great Zhao! Don't even mention anything about Iron Cloud spies; even someone who killed your dad and stole your wife would be my precious guest if he has gold and silver! I don't need to explain anything to you. On the contrary, my Heaven Reaching Tower requires an explanation from you!"

"Even Golden Horse Riders Department... cannot cause trouble here!" Du Fa Cai said coldly, "Even your boss... Diwu Qing Rou... cannot do this!"

Du Fa Cai's eyes flashed with a terrifying light as he looked at Jing Meng Hun calmly.

Jing Meng Hun's countenance became difficult to look at in a blink of an eye. He had just realized that the person in front of him was not someone to be pushed around.

This was a Bamboo person!

A person of the greatest dark force in Middle Three Heavens! If he went against them and angered that crazy woman, Jun Xi Zhu, she would definitely not mind bringing all of the dark forces in Middle Three Heavens down to Lower Three Heavens for training.

As the leader of the dark forces, this Dark Bamboo only somewhat cared about rules. In most cases, she never allowed rules to govern her!

Therefore, among all of the powers in Middle Three Heavens, only Dark Bamboo's forces could come down to Lower Three Heavens to make money.

The reason was simple: Who has ever seen gangsters obeying the law?

It was fortunate that they were only making money. If they wanted to do other things, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Diwu Qing Rou was sitting in his manor. Facing him was Gao Sheng.

Since the great clans of Middle Three Heavens entered Continent Center, Gao Sheng became a reclusive hermit. If he had to go outside, he would go with his face covered. Even his servants had to cover their faces.

He would not allow anyone to recognize him.

This eldest young master Gao had a burden in his heart! That burden was Gao Sheng's nightmare. While that nightmare had yet to appear, Gao Sheng did not dare make a mistake.

What misfortune! Gao Sheng had lamented to himself endlessly.

Each time he thought of that Miss Hu Yan, young master Gao felt like he just swallowed a fly. It was a kind of horrible thing that just made him want to puke.

"Prime Minister, do you think that they will be capture King of Hell Chu in this mission?" Gao Sheng asked.

"Right now, we can only say that young master Chu is a fake; we cannot say that he is King of Hell Chu." Diwu Qing Rou said calmly, "Before King level leader Jing returns, anything is possible."

"This mission has been carefully planned; with such a massive force, do you still think that something unexpected could happen?" Gao Sheng asked in surprise. In his mind, there was absolutely no flaw in this mission.

It would be difficult for King of Hell Chu to escape even if he could fly!

"Whenever you do something, you have to use all of your efforts. At the same time, you have to do it in the best possible way and reduce the endless joy from expectations of success. You must use all of your efforts to think about all the mishaps you might run into...!" Diwu Qing Rou said somberly, "That way, you would have the chance to reap in your rewards! Even if you succeed as you expected, it will bring you joy and fulfillment!"

"Any sort of arrogance or overconfidence could lead to failure. Furthermore, with your frame of mind, failure would create an unbearable shock to your psyche!"

Diwu Qign Rou looked deeply at Gao Sheng and said, "Gao Sheng, you must remember this point."

Gao Sheng became pensive; he muttered those words and nodded his head.

"In all of history, countless heroic leaders have had to face the shock of failure! In the eyes of the world, at that point and time, they could not be destroyed by such shock. But things change. Who would have predicted them? Before those heroic leaders could rise up from such shock, their troops failed, and their entire campaigns were lost! Do you know why?"

"Their expectations were too great? Their ambitions got the better of them?" Gao Sheng asked in puzzlement.

"Yes and no." Diwu Qing Rou said, "It is because they made themselves fail! They thought that victory was secure in their grasp. Perhaps when they were planning their battle, they were planning their victory as well... But the moment of failure is most dangerous! Before then, thousands of failures could not shock a person, but at that moment, it is totally damaging!"

"So, throughout history, there were many such battles. Later generations have studied and asked questions, but there were no answers. Because no matter how you see it, failure was not possible! But they still failed. Battle strategists call these mystery cases. But there was one thing: those leaders' minds were muddled; they caused themselves to fail. So any decisions they made were wrong! Failure was inevitable!"

"I also do not want to fail this time!" Diwu Qing Rou said casually, "So I never think about winning!"

"I understand!" Gao Sheng was completely convinced.

The moment closest to success was also the moment people were most sensitive. If they had to face shock...

Diwu Qing Rou said that was the moment when it would be most difficult to control one's mental faculty!

"I you want to traverse Middle Three Heavens later, this will be very important to you." Diwu Qing Rou said slowly.

"Yes."

Right at that moment, a servant came in and reported, "Prime Minister, General Manager Lu from the royal palace came with a royal decree."

"Royal decree?" Diwu Qing Rou frowned. These words were truly unfamiliar. Since His Majesty took him into his trust, to when he became suspicious of him, to when he became guarded against him, to when he hated him... He never received any royal decree.

How was it that a royal decree came at such a time?

"Let him in!" Diwu Qing Rou said.

Not long after, general manager Lu Ren Jia wobbled in with a face filled with displeasure.

When receiving a royal decree, one had to be in the middle of the main hall. Young and old had to kneel and bow in reverence.

Currently, Diwu Qing Rou was actually receiving the royal decree in his study?

General manager Lu was not happy.

"The royal decree arrives... Diwu Qing Rou, receive the royal decree!" Lu Ren Jia raised his neck and yelled loudly at Diwu Qing Rou.

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