Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 411 My Nephew is Lin Feng

With the National College Glory League over and the Chaotic Lands portal successfully closed, there was no longer any need for Lin Feng to stay in Shangjing. He planned to return to Guanglin.

Hongyun University was his base of operations.

Having won the national college glory league championship, he will lead the other members of the alliance back to Hongyun University to implement the next plan.

As for the plan to become king, there is still six months to prepare, so there is no rush.

His family, however, remained in Beijing.

Beijing is the political center of China and the safest of the twelve base cities.

This time in the chaotic land, too many people were killed; more than twenty Inhuman Kings alone died at their hands.

If we include the kings who died because of closing the spatial gate, the number is far greater.

The strange man is unaware of the truth, yet he already hates him to the core and has issued a bounty of hundreds of billions. If he knew that it was he who closed the spatial gate, he would probably launch an even more insane revenge.

Lin Feng himself wasn't afraid, but he was mainly worried that someone would threaten his family's safety, so leaving his family in Beijing was the best option.

The night before Lin Feng was to leave Beijing, he received an invitation to a banquet.

Lin Feng wasn't interested in the dinner, but since the invitation came from Hong Tao, he couldn't refuse.

Not only Lin Feng, but the rest of the Avengers also received invitations.

At 7 p.m., after dinner, Lin Feng and his group gathered together.

"Wearing these clothes is so uncomfortable!"

Yu Qiao tugged at his collar and complained.

Today's event is a formal banquet, so everyone dressed up a bit. Yu Qiao even wore a suit, looking more serious than his usual carefree self.

“You don’t have to wear it!” Yun Tianqi said with a smile.

Yu Qiao usually dresses very casually, so it's unusual for her to be dressed so formally today.

"Do you think I wanted to? It's all to leave a good impression," Yu Qiao said.

Tonight's banquet is actually a victory celebration.

Celebrate the closure of the portal to the Chaotic Lands.

The banquet was attended by important figures, making it a good opportunity for some people to seek "patronage" from various powerful forces and organizations.

Yu Qiao also had this plan, which is why he dressed up specially.

"Don't waste your energy, this has nothing to do with you."

Yun Tianqi said with a smile.

To secure a spot in the King of Kings program, besides absolute ability, the key is online voting.

Those with absolute strength naturally don't need support; they can rely on their abilities alone.

But such experts are few and far between; even the All-Star players of previous years are not confident of this.

To gain the support of fans' votes, one needs the help of a club or other influential figures.

Having powerful backers can provide resources, and at the same time, it will generate more buzz and exposure, giving you an advantage.

It's not just certain forces; even the Twelve Base Cities attach great importance to the King's Plan and will cultivate their own chosen individuals.

Every guardian is important to the base city, serving as a guarantee for protecting and maintaining its stability.

For satellite cities that lack protective artifacts and are constantly at risk of being attacked by monsters, the existence of guardians is even more crucial.

A typical satellite city usually has only two guardians.

Investing resources to nurture someone who has the potential to become a champion, and then having that person fulfill their promise after becoming a champion, is a win-win situation.

Yu Qiao planned to gain influence and participate in the King's Project, but clearly, he was not the best choice.

Despite being repeatedly hit, Yu Qiao was not discouraged. Instead, he sneered disdainfully, "You just got beaten up and you still have the nerve to laugh? It seems you've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed."

"Good boy!"

Yun Tianqi's smile froze, and he moved to make a move, but Yu Qiao, who was prepared, dodged him.

"Come and chase me, you beaten-up bastard."

The others watched this scene with amusement.

Yun Tianqi likes to argue with Yu Qiao, but he doesn't have the upper hand in verbal battles. He is usually provoked by Yu Qiao to the point of anger and embarrassment, and in the end, he can only resort to physical violence.

In the past two days, Yu Qiao has been joking about Yun Tianqi getting beaten up.

Compared to the easygoing Yu Qiao, He Jun was attending such an event for the first time, so she seemed a little nervous. She wore a neutral-colored suit and followed closely beside Dong Yunan.

"Okay, the car is here, stop fooling around."

Watching the two playfully bickering, Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly. Yun Tianqi then stopped chasing, while Yu Qiao continued his verbal sparring behind him. The group quickly walked out of the hotel and boarded the bus at the entrance.

The banquet venue was not far from the hotel, and the bus stopped about ten minutes later.

After everyone got out of the car, they came to a place that resembled a manor.

The area outside the manor was already quite lively, with well-dressed men and women entering the manor everywhere. The appearance of Lin Feng's team attracted the attention of many people.

But clearly, they are not the main characters today.

Upon entering the manor and arriving at the banquet hall, Lin Feng saw many familiar faces: executives from various clubs, executives from the Glory Alliance, professional players, and former professional players. Among them were Xie Yixiao and Zhao Zhou, who were chatting idly with champagne in their hands, their laughter occasionally breaking the silence.

"Your enemy."

Yu Qiao looked at one person and nudged Yun Tianqi beside him with his elbow.

Zhao Zhou also spotted Lin Feng's team. He glanced at Yun Tianqi and Ye Xing, then swept his gaze over the others without lingering.

"How arrogant! I really want to punch him," Yu Qiao said.

Yun Tianqi nodded: "He is arrogant! But he is indeed very strong, and he is surrounded by powerful people."

Although he wanted revenge, Yun Tianqi knew that if they really fought, the Avengers would be no match for him, and even if Lin Feng showed his full strength, he would have no chance.

Even the most skilled players would be forced to flee when surrounded by these former professional players, unable to put up a fight.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a crisp sound came from a reception hall.

A man wearing a suit, but with a stubble and a somewhat thin build, stumbled as his right cheek quickly swelled up, leaving a handprint.

The man, who was in his thirties, looked somewhat disheveled. He had been slapped, and his eyes showed shame and indignation, but he forced himself to endure it and dared not retaliate, or even show any resentment.

Opposite him was a woman wearing a red cheongsam, and behind her were two burly men in suits.

Looking at the beaten man, the woman laughed and said, "You little rascal, you've been hiding for three years. Did you think you could hide in another dimension and we wouldn't find you? I'll just ask you one question: how are you going to settle the debt?"

"This little sprite is enough to settle the debt."

The man was carrying a palm-sized cage in his right hand. Inside the cage was an elf with colorful wings, whose appearance and size were very similar to a human.

This elf was only ten centimeters long, about half the height of a palm, with black hair and black eyes, very white skin, and big eyes. She looked like a ten-year-old girl. She was naked and huddled in the cage, shivering, with tear stains on her pale face.

"Lin Bing, a little elf with no abilities is just a toy. Selling it for a hundred million is not a problem, but it won't pay off the debt."

The woman shook her head, her tone gradually turning cold:

"Is there anything else? If not, you're not leaving this room today."

“Sister Hong, how could this be only 100 million? The toys alone are worth far more than 100 million. Someone offered 300 million before, but I didn’t sell it.”

Lin Bing, whose right cheek was swollen, spoke angrily.

"You said it yourself, that was in the past."

Sister Hong smiled, unconcerned about Lin Bing's anger.
"I'm not ripping you off. In the past, you could have gotten 300 million, or even 500 million. But now everyone is panicking, and housing prices have plummeted. Who has the heart to raise a little elf without any special abilities? This is about the price it's worth as a pet."

As she spoke, Sister Hong waved her hand gently, and two burly men in suits behind her walked towards Lin Bing and appeared behind him.

"I have something to do later, so I won't waste my breath on you. This elf has no special abilities, and I don't want it. Even if you use it to pay off the debt, it'll only amount to 100 million. How are we going to deal with the remaining 18 billion?"

Sister Hong asked, her tone already showing some impatience.

These humanoid sprites are very rare, found only on the Divine Martial Continent. Some possess innate abilities and are quite powerful.

However, after testing, this little sprite had no special skills, so it could only be a toy.

Feeding Pokémon is not easy; the monthly expenses can reach tens of millions, making it unaffordable for most people.

It used to be easy to sell for a high price, but that's not possible now.

"How did it become 1.9 billion? Didn't we only borrow 500 million in the first place?"

Lin Bing's hands were bound, and he was forced to lower his head. He asked with a somewhat frightened expression.

He knew how ruthless Sister Hong was; otherwise, she wouldn't have been on the run for three whole years, never daring to leave the alternate dimension.

If you don't pay, something really bad will happen today.

The little elf was swaying inside the cage, looking equally terrified and pitiful.

"You knew about the interest rate when you borrowed the money, and now you're pretending to have no memory of it?"

"Sister Hong, could we postpone it for a few days?"

Lin Bing pleaded, his head being forcibly pressed down, unable to lift it.

"There's no time to back down. If you can't pay me today, we'll break your arms and legs."

Sister Hong's patience had run out. She said calmly, and the tearing sensation in her arm made Lin Bing's face turn pale and his expression pained. The hesitation on his face disappeared instantly, and he hurriedly shouted, "My nephew is Lin Feng, and he's rich!"

(End of this chapter)