Cosmic-Level Demon God

Central City, inside the Small Red Building.

Ying Lin sat in front of the television like Qin Shi's most loyal fan, closely following the other's itinerary.

From entrance to challenge, not missing any detail.

"This guy, how can he be so similar!"

Ying Lin gulped down the high-proof liquor in the glass, staring intently at the figure standing tall in the center of the ring after defeating the Biological Armor.

Shen Changyuan was like this back in the day, radiant as the Scorching Sun in Heng Province, overshadowing his peers.

"At least Shen Changyuan had Mo Zhenting to contend with! Qin Shi is completely invincible now!

Zhou Yuanchen was defeated, and Zhang Hai can't stand up to him either..."

Ying Lin instinctively clenched his hand, the thick glass cracked in his grip.

Is He Lanchan's legacy truly so terrifying?

To lift a poor student from Old Factory Street onto this grand stage of Central City?

"Luo Bing! Is everything settled?"

Ying Lin picked up the terminal and dialed a secure line.

"Young Master Ying, rest assured with me handling things."

Luo Bing seemed to be driving, the wind roared as he opened the window, his voice came in fragments:

"The people are ready, coming from the Yinzhou side, all without any legal status.

Even if they are tracked later, dead or alive, they wouldn't involve you.

I deliberately left some clues, using the public account of the Ying's Hai Province branch.

No matter how sincerely Young Master Ying Huang tries, with another attempted assassination on the Nanhuang Daoist School's personal disciple.

Such a major incident cannot be smoothed over, reconciliation is doomed to be impossible."

Hearing Luo Bing's confident assurance, Ying Lin slowly calmed his anxious heart and praised:

"Once I leave this godforsaken place, the family foundation account will be managed by you."

The wind howled outside the car window, Luo Bing said:

"Thank you, Young Master Ying, for your years of guidance and trust.

From an obscure investment banking errand boy, you promoted me to where I am today.

I will never forget your kindness in this lifetime!"

Ying Lin was drawn into memories by these words, feeling quite emotional, his gaze turned absent-minded:

"Yes, time flies, it's been years. I remember our first meeting, in an office building in Hai Province.

Back then, I had just left the family, preparing to join the great expansion movement.

Just happened to see you, thought it was interesting, took your resume for a look, and then picked you for my team..."

"That's not how it was, Young Master Ying."

Luo Bing's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Ying Lin frowned.

He never liked being interrupted while speaking.

Especially by a subordinate.

But considering Luo Bing's unwavering loyalty, Ying Lin suppressed the surge of anger in his heart.

"Oh?"

"That office building was called 'Henghui Mansion'. I squatted there for half a month, just waiting for you to appear, hoping to seize an opportunity."

Luo Bing, holding the terminal, turned to gaze at the bustling night scene of Central City.

"I came from a satellite city of Hai Province, my parents barely managed to put me through college, and my talent in the Martial Arts Path and Spiritual Ability Path was not outstanding. I could only barely touch the Specialized Domain, and it was hard to advance further.

In choosing a profession, I had no advantage either. At best, I would enter a corporation, serving as a translator or secretary, being sent to remote areas for several years to gain some experience..."

Ying Lin gradually grew impatient; he had no time to listen to a subordinate's laments:

"Luo Bing, we can discuss these past matters later. You need to keep a close watch on Qin Shi. No few Yinzhou people can threaten him, and besides Yu Weiwei from Nanhuang Daoist School, the Governor's Mansion will surely provide security measures."

Luo Bing, however, ignored Ying Lin, continuing on his own:

"I waited at Henghui Mansion for a long time and finally saw you. That day, the suit I wore was borrowed; I remember it vividly, reflecting on it every year since.

You didn't look at my resume, not even giving me a proper look, you only asked if I had been in the student council, then mentioned the student council etiquette girls were well-shaped and there was a party tonight, suggesting I could come."

Ying Lin's brow furrowed tightly. He vaguely sensed something amiss; Luo Bing usually spoke little, why was he so talkative today?

"That evening, I brought my resume again, but it ended up thrown in the living room's trash can. I joined your team because you discovered my mastery in linguistics, which I used to help you flirt with a Yinzhou woman at the party."

Luo Bing pressed his lips together, speaking towards the terminal:

"Young Master Ying, from beginning to end, you were just my boss, and I was merely your employee.

There was never any loyalty between us. So, Young Master Ying, goodbye.

It's time for us to part ways."

Click.

After speaking, Luo Bing ended the call on his initiative.

He put away the terminal, respectfully looking towards Ying Huang, who sat opposite.

"Thank you, Young Master Ying Huang, for giving me a chance to prove myself."

Ying Huang held a delicate wine glass with his right hand, gently twirling it, the rich liquid swirling slowly, each time reaching the rim before falling back.

He didn't look up at Luo Bing, nor did he acknowledge this 'pledge of loyalty,' instead showing interest in playing this 'childishly playful' and 'boring game'.

After a moment, he finally spoke:

"I have always respected everyone equally, or rather, disrespected everyone equally. Because when I was young, my mother told me a truth: viewing oneself as a 'master' is often the most foolish.

A master is the one in power, and the powerful habitually take the servility and flattery of the subordinate for granted.

But the latter will remember it, viewing it as suffering humiliation, and when the day comes that they no longer need to depend on the powerful, they will pay it back manifold!"