Wan Rentu was stunned on the spot.

Chen Bojun immediately said, "What? Gu Jianlin and the Little Princess are fighting? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Taixu calmly replied, "Weren't you busy with official business?"

"What official business could compare to fun like this?"

"Hurry, hurry, hand that living corpse over to the research department. Let's go watch the show!"

"Who won? Tell me, who won?"

Meanwhile, the explosive sounds soaring into the sky alarmed everyone in the neighboring residential area.

"Holy crap, Brother Lin and the Little Princess are fighting! What a battle of the century! The forum's live stream froze—looks like the fight's over! Xiangsi, Brother Cheng, come on, let's rush for the front row!"

Cheng Youyu dashed out of the restroom, clutching a tablet with a black screen.

He didn't even bother pulling up his pants, scrambling forward in a mix of tumbles and crawls.

His face twisted into a deranged grin.

"Fatty, how could you be like this? Xiao Gu has helped us so many times, yet your first reaction isn't to help him, but to watch the show! Ungrateful, dishonorable, shame on you!"

After chastising him, Zhang Cheng also leaped off the couch, stepped into his shoes, and rushed forward, his grin equally deranged: "Xiangsi, hurry and catch up! Get the emergency tools ready!"

"Ah, okay…"

Nie Xiangsi timidly followed along, dragging an emergency kit.

No matter who wins or loses, with such a commotion, someone's definitely severely injured.

She prayed both of them would be okay, but that seemed unlikely.

The people at the hospital had been startled as well, and lifted their heads to look toward the distance.

Uncle Mu, who had been practicing his martial arts stance in the courtyard, suddenly froze.

"Sigh."

He murmured despondently, "What a mess."

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Mu Qingge, who was sweeping fallen leaves in the courtyard, asked suspiciously, "Who is the Little Princess fighting this time?"

Uncle Mu muttered softly, "For a fight this intense, who else? Your Uncle Gu's son, obviously."

In the second-floor princess room, Wanwan groggily opened her eyes and sat up in bed, staring at the mountain of textbooks and workbooks around her, falling into a deep spiral of self-doubt.

At the same time, the Deep Space Network forum had exploded.

The post titled *Chair Slayer VS Absolute Poison King* was pinned to the top and going viral.

Some people even started placing bets on Merit below.

The odds were seventy-thirty.

It was evident that most people believed the Little Princess had the upper hand.

After all, her ferocious reputation had even left the top brass of the association helpless, let alone anyone else.

But some argued that with the Chair Slayer's brutal ways, he might just go for a headshot outright.

Those with too much time on their hands rushed straight to the disaster site.

Those currently occupied found alternative ways to spectate.

One after another, drones lifted off from various corners of the base, heading toward the explosion site.

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When people arrived at the battlefield, the sound of explosions had already faded. The once-luxurious apartment building had completely collapsed into ruins, and the garden was engulfed in flames, billowing thick clouds of smoke.

The Little Princess's lackeys stood in a row at the door, heads bowed in silence.

Lin Wanqiu stood nearby clad in a white lab coat, her alluring and refined face displaying an awkward yet polite smile.

Judging by her expression, she seemed a bit at a loss.

The only thing intact in the courtyard was a sofa, alongside half of a shattered coffee table.

Gu Jianlin was seated on the sofa, his torn suit jacket tossed to the side, his tie long lost somewhere, and his white dress shirt unbuttoned, immaculately clean.

His black, tousled hair was slightly messy, and his gaze was chillingly indifferent.

He silently sipped from a glass of cola, fiddling with various poison bags scattered on the coffee table.

"What's everyone here for?"

Noticing the crowd's arrival, he looked up and said flatly, "Here to enjoy the spectacle, huh?"

No one answered because they could all feel the murderous aura radiating from the boy.

Of course, the most terrifying thing wasn't the boy himself.

The crowd looked up to the dark silhouette above.

Amid the deathly silence, only a faint whimpering sound could be heard:

"Mph! Mph-mph-mph!"

Hanging from the courtyard's streetlamp was an unlucky figure struggling desperately. Both hands and feet were tied up, dangling like a slaughter-ready piglet with a green, foul-smelling poison bag stuffed in their mouth, leaving them half-conscious, eyes rolling back, tears and snot smeared across their face, drooling uncontrollably.

The desolate Ghost Fire burned around her, draining her Life Force, leaving her on the brink of collapse.

The scene really did resemble roasted piglet.

[ps: This book debuts on the Qidian Reading App. Next update at 11:30 PM tonight.]