Super War God in the City

After Ling Fan left, he sighed silently while on his way, feeling somewhat like a beast despite the justified reasons. He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it.

He sent his Divine Sense into the Cang Ling Realm, found Feng Xiaobai still soundly asleep, and decided not to bother him.

He immediately figured out the direction and headed straight for Moses Manor.

In the Shenwu Institute within the Amazon Jungle.

The headmaster, Modima, sat at the top, with three people standing in line below.

"I'm assigning the three of you a task, to capture Ling Beiming and bring him back. I know you want to kill him because of the incident in Snow Country,"

"However, he must not die. You must bring him back unharmed. Do you understand?" the headmaster instructed the three below.

Upon hearing this, the three pondered for a moment, then bowed to receive their orders, "Headmaster, rest assured, we will definitely complete the task!"

"Hmm, I will keep you updated on Ling Beiming's whereabouts, go now!" the headmaster nodded and said in a deep voice.

After receiving their orders, the three quickly left.

Inside Moses Manor.

Qiao Yuchan had a sweet dream in the most comfortable bed of the world's top manor.

She had learned about Ling Fan's past experiences quite clearly from Ivan.

She could never have dreamed that Ling Fan's past was so rich and marvelous, which made her heart flutter with longing!

"Miss Qiao, Beiming is here!" Mary's voice came through the intercom.

This room had a complete environmental monitoring system and sleep monitor; seeing that Qiao Yuchan had woken up, Mary dared to disturb her.

"Ling Fan is here?" Qiao Yuchan was startled, then joy appeared on her face as she hurriedly left the room.

In the artificial grove of Moses Manor.

Concealed miniature infrared thermal weapons silently emerged from the surrounding lawns, secretly aiming at Ling Fan.

Ling Fan had been here for a while and, noticing that Qiao Yuchan was still not up, started chatting with Ivan in the grove.

Ivan sat on a nearby stone bench while Ling Fan sat on the ground, managing a small fire, roasting a delicacy called "beggar's chicken."

Ivan twitched the corner of his mouth, "How come every time you come here, you start slaughtering my manor's animals!"

The animals that could enter here were definitely among the most precious types in the world, or those of the finest quality.

Ling Fan sensed the special invisible weapons secretly aimed at him and teased, "I never noticed before. Is it every time I come here, you point these high-tech gadgets at me?"

Ivan was startled, having not expected this guy to discover them.

In fact, Mary didn't trust Ling Beiming, the dangerous person, so she always secretly activated the manor's defensive attack devices.

The equipment in this manor could fully defend against individuals of God Realm level strength. Since Ling Fan was blown up two years ago, there had been a complete upgrade here.

After a slight surprise, Ivan raised his hand in a wave,

"It's not my intention. Mary probably doesn't trust you, this dangerous fellow too much. Don't take it to heart!" Ivan said with a light smile.

"That's why people like you have no friends, always guarding against brothers and spouses, isn't living like that tiring?" Ling Fan sneered.

By then, the wild game cooked by Official Ling was giving off a delicious aroma.

Immediately tearing off a chicken leg, "Here, try this!"

Ivan shook his head, "I've been vegetarian lately!"

Given his status and upbringing, he was not supposed to consume such disorderly things.

Ling Fan didn't insist and smirked, "Can't help it, who makes the game here taste so good? I'm even planning to have a whole roasted sheep here someday!"

In fact, Official Ling's roasting in the manor was mainly a form of psychological satisfaction.

Thinking about freely doing as one pleases within the manor of the heir to the World's Number One Family, even bragging about it seemed very impressive. After all, who in the world would dare do such a thing here?

Ivan felt this guy was getting more and more outrageous, even wanting to roast a whole sheep, causing his expression to stiffen.

"Beiming, I really envy you, without a care in the world!" Ivan said lightly.

"What? You got it backwards, buddy. Carefree? You're talking about yourself!" Ling Fan retorted.

Ivan managed a bitter smile in his heart. As the heir to the First Family, life wasn't easy for him either. How could there not be any palace intrigue? So many people were eyeing the position of heir!

"Can I ask a question? I'm really curious, how do you make so many true friends, and even find a perfect woman!" Ivan expressed his deep envy.

Official Ling, chewing on a chicken leg, squinted at Ivan, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes!" Ivan nodded.

"Can't you see such a simple thing?"

"What?"

"I'm real, you're fake, so I have friends, you don't!" Ling Fan hit back unabashedly.

"Dude, I need a gun pointed at me to roast a chicken at your place, and you say you got friends? Always wearing a mask, isn't it exhausting!"

At these words, Ivan was momentarily speechless.

He understood this principle but truly couldn't be as genuine as Ling Fan. His status and identity were his shackles.

"It seems I'm doomed to have no true friends in this life!" Ivan lamented.

"Look, others consider you a friend, but you don't reciprocate, yet you always lament about not having friends. Dude, are you sick or what?" Ling Fan was speechless.

"Do we count as friends?" Ivan asked.

"That depends on you!"

"You are the only one I consider a friend!"

"I'm truly honored then, I just hope you don't sell me out and then help count the money!" Ling Fan quipped.

At that, Ivan managed a bitter smile, knowing Ling Fan was cautious and wouldn't let his guard down completely around him.

He didn't dwell on this anymore, getting along to this extent was already quite good.

"By the way, if one day I lose this position of heir, would you still be my friend?" Ivan suddenly asked.

"Heh, of the people in your family, you're the only one I somewhat like. Although you're a bit fake, you're much better than the others!

So, you won't lose the position of heir. If I'm in a good mood, I might just help you out. Putting you in that position wouldn't be a problem!" Official Ling said leisurely.

Upon hearing this, Ivan's heart skipped a beat. This statement was unbelievably bold. If word got out, it would definitely shock the world!

The heir to the World's Number One Family daring to say he could uplift anyone he wished? Utter madness.

Suddenly, Ivan realized that, as the successor to the World's Number One Family, he appeared utterly juvenile in front of Ling Beiming, who truly seemed like the number one person in the world!

"Beiming, you're bullshitting, right?" Ivan, for the first time in his life, swore.

"Heh, have any of the bullshits I've blown ever been unfulfilled?" Ling Fan snickered.

Ivan took a deep breath, trying to calm his shockingly turbulent thoughts. "You scoundrel, I knew you must have something up your sleeve, what would it take for you to give it to me?"

"Everything is predestined. Why the rush? What's yours will always be yours, and what's not won't come to you even if you strive for it!" Ling Fan said lightly.

"Ling Fan!"

Just then, a surprised voice came over.

Both men turned their heads and saw Miss Qiao, looking like a fairy descended to earth, sweeping toward them from afar.