I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

With a look of disgust, Li Lin picked up the triangle iron and then used a crowbar to tap it loudly all the way, just for his own amusement.

"Sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife..."

Contestant number seven is a mutant from the grey wastelands of Northern Ireland. It barely maintains its human form, but its abundant hair and the hair sticking up on the sides of its head make it look like the object of some Fury fanatics' ecstasy.

"So all Fu Rui fans should die."

After saying this, Li Lin carried a plate he had casually picked up from the front desk and pushed open the door to enter. Under the cold and indifferent gaze of contestant number seven, he placed the tray full of fruit and drinks on the table.

Li Lin's disguised disciple did not arouse the suspicion of Number Seven, and he also had no doubts about the fruit platter and drinks sent from Walden Pond Bar, which he devoured in a whirlwind.

Li Lin, standing outside the door, chuckled and then returned to the front desk. He picked up a new fruit platter and drinks, went to the corner of the stairs, took out Hufflepuff's golden cup from the dark green table, and skillfully poured out a drop of colorless and odorless liquid.

Hufflepuff's golden cup doesn't always follow the principle of equivalent substitution, so Li Lin generally uses it as an automatic garbage sorting machine. In addition, it produces a special item every seven days.

[Characteristic: Gift. In ancient times, this was a gift from the Valley of Abundance, and even now, its offering carries an unforgettable flavor.]

Every seven standard days, a "gift" will randomly appear in the golden cup.

Most of the time, these "gifts" are useless little things, such as chewing gum or sugary drinks, but sometimes they include props that are quite to Master Li's liking, such as special liquids that he pours into his drinks.

[Delayed Jet - Wallace]

[Sexual aspect: Cup]

"Takahiro Tangze, what happened?"

After contestant number eight finished his drink, Li Lin repeated the process, returning to the front desk to bring out a new fruit platter.

To prevent his identity from being recognized repeatedly, he resorted to any means necessary, knocking out three of his disciples. When the final contestant, number sixteen, also drank the spiked juice, Li Lin finally removed his mask and laughed heartily backstage.

"Do you really enjoy this farce, sir?" The exile's voice suddenly rang out behind Li Lin.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!" Li Lin exclaimed indignantly, startled.

Li Lin immediately realized that even if he took down the other contestants, there was still a most troublesome exile waiting for him.

Li Lin's gaze immediately turned hostile.

154 has that vibe.

As mentioned last time, while Li Lin was still plotting how to drug the exiles, the werewolf mutant from the grey wastelands of Ireland and the Orthodox priest on stage had already started fighting.

This alien being, born in the remote land of Ireland, could barely restrain his bestial nature with reason while offstage, thus maintaining his human form. However, after the deathmatch was announced, he charged out like a wild dog that had seen shit.

"Ouch——"

It was less like a wolf howling and more like a husky seeing its toy.

However, a typical husky wouldn't be more than three meters tall, nor would its tail resemble a venomous snake covered in fine black scales.

"What kind of dog is this?" Even Li Lin was drawn to the imposing dog.

“The bloodline of Cerberus, this exotic bloodline that lives only in Northern Ireland, is inherently imbued with harsh frost. They are born to be followers of that elegiac poet, but this one is different.”

The exile gripped the handle of his gun, hooking his index finger around it and twirling it halfway in the air, as if to take aim.

"Its muscles and fur are like knives... Heh, it's really frightening. Could it be a creation of the Golden General?"

But the Gray Wasteland was never the territory of the Golden General. Or was it that the Centurion and the God of Destruction, who were also in charge of the power of the Winter Phase, were also infiltrating that otherworldly land?

The authority of the Winter Phase Rule is not limited to the Elegy Poet; the Colonel and the Divided Wolf also hold the Winter Phase Rule domain.

“The Lion Craftsman? Impossible.” Li Lin shook his head in denial. “Would He do something like that if he had nothing better to do?”

Upon hearing this, the exiles cast surprised glances at Li Lin. There were very few extraordinary individuals who could address Si Chen by his name and speak so rudely.

Seeing the exiles' shocked expressions, Li Lin chuckled and secretly leaned closer to boast, "Let me tell you a secret, I'm actually the Lion Craftsman's son, a noble descendant of the Celestial Emperor..."

"...?"

The exile was puzzled. He looked Li Lin up and down, then hesitated before speaking.

How come she doesn't remember having a brother?

Seeing that Li Lin's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, the exile finally couldn't help but retort: ​​"Judging from your age... you are far too different from the Golden General, and it's not a good thing to rashly establish a relationship with Si Chen."

Li Lin, who had slipped up in the moment, realized his mistake and quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "You're right. If all else fails, I'll just take the loss and let Him benefit by being my son."

The exile's hand slipped, and the gun nearly went off.

Li Lin was still lost in his daydreams. That was Si Chen! Once he got close to him, he could have anything he wanted.

At this moment, the battle on the stage had reached a fever pitch.

A werewolf of unknown faith lunged at an Orthodox priest, who, with a solemn expression, pulled a machine gun from under his robes.

No matter how outrageous Master Li's previous battles were, his lightning-fast five-hit combo while driving a tank still inspired quite a few people.

Furthermore, this Russian priest seemed to have an extraordinary innate love for violence, so much so that he followed suit and charged forward despite the werewolf mutant's attacks.

Li Lin watched from below the stage with extreme apprehension. Luckily, he had drugged the two of them in advance; otherwise, what would have happened if the machine gun had been used to exorcise them?

Realizing that the exiles were right beside him, Li Lin couldn't show any secret joy, but asking him to remain silent and pretend to be nonchalant would be the death of Master Li.

Amidst the strange looks from the exiles, Li Lin triumphantly held up three fingers, pointing them at the stage: "Dare to make a bet with me?"

He forgot about his terrible luck of losing a hundred games in a row.

"What kind of bet...?"

Before the exile could finish speaking, gasps of surprise rose from the audience.

First was the giant gray wolf. Just before it pounced on the machine gunner, it pushed off the ground with its hind legs, trying to use the recoil to get over the barrage of machine gun fire.

However, along with this movement, its snake-like tail rose high, and a muffled sound came from its intestines.

Before everyone's shocked eyes, this previously ferocious mutant was quickly enveloped in a foul-smelling yellow mist.

It defecated.

The priest, who was holding a machine gun in his arms, was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

It was probably his opponent's sudden act of excrement that made him realize that victory was within reach.

The problem was that the intervals between Li Lin's drugging of them were not long. Just as the priest straightened the bullet belt and was about to pull the trigger of the machine gun in his hand, a sharp pain came from his convulsing stomach.

beep—

A melodious and beautiful sound came from the side, and all the guests below turned pale.

boom--

That was the sound of that heavy machine gun hitting the ground.

A second later, with a deafening roar, yellow liquid gushed out from between the priest's fingers covering his anus, splashing countless drops of yellowish-brown liquid into the air and emitting a stench that made people want to stay away.

The crowd retreated, and on the stage, a man and a beast were vying to stick their buttocks out and spray that terrifying thing into the sky, seemingly competing to see who could spray it the highest and the farthest.

Before long, the fluttering gray curtains were stained with the same color, which was terrifying.

"Impressive, impressive." Only Li Lin clapped and laughed from below the stage, "A fight to the death to the point of smearing dung on the walls, it's truly a rare sight in the world."

A flicker of fear crossed the exile's eyes as well. Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, she instinctively felt that it was related to Li Lin...

At this point, the duel between the two could no longer continue; otherwise, their next move would probably have been a contest of who could remove more excrement more forcefully.

Although Li Lin was thoroughly enjoying the show, Wu Wangwo, as the host, was starting to feel overwhelmed.

Several non-human disciples braved the torrential rain and rushed forward, striking their triangular hands to activate the invisible power of their mind, temporarily healing the two who were exhausted. They then dragged them away, drawing awe-inspiring gazes wherever they went.

After all, not everyone can make the decision to forge a path forward amidst chaos and keep moving forward.

"So, don't stop!" Li Lin said sarcastically from the audience.

"Damn it, when did you do this?" Forget-me-not gritted her teeth as she came to Li Lin's side after hurriedly finishing her business.

Li Lin looked at him innocently: "I came here right after I finished my own match, how could I have had time to do anything shady?"

The exiles were amazed by Li Lin's ability to lie without batting an eye.

Forget-me-not squinted, her expression turning unfriendly.

“There’s no hiding it from you now.” Li Lin shook his head and sighed softly, his eyes deep, muttering to himself, “Actually, I am the Lion Craftsman’s biological father. I can foresee the future. You, and you, will die a violent death in one minute—”

He pointed at the forget-me-nots and the exiles: "The only solution is to obediently surrender and hand over that million dollars! How about that, scared now?!"

155 Victory, a victory by any means necessary!

The current situation is that I know Li Lin did all of this, but he doesn't have any evidence yet.

But whether there is evidence or not is not important. What is important is that he knows that, given Master Li's nature, he would definitely not only harm two people.

The process of preparing the antidote was quick, but unfortunately, while he was preparing the antidote, two lucky pairs of players got into a fight at the toilet entrance because of Wallace's attack, fighting over the toilet stalls. Just as the fight was getting heated, they were about to lose their temper.

It can only be said that the timing, location, and people were all perfectly matched.

Forget-me-not returned once during the journey, and under Li Lin's indifferent gaze, she expressionlessly dragged out the disciples who had fainted in the toilet: "...The superhumans and mystics who came to participate in the duel had no objections, but the guests were terrified of it."

Walden Pond Bar's decades-long reputation has been tarnished by a yellowish-brown haze.

“Mr. Abraham… I understand your desire for victory, even to the point of allowing you to use tanks, a violation of the rules…”

Forget-me-not's tone at this moment sounds like that of a resentful woman who has been taken advantage of and then abandoned.