I'm not a drama god

White Dove Square.

The chatter of the crowd became louder and louder.

As noisy as the surrounding square was, the center was as quiet. Under the swaying green shade, Lingxu Jun sat quietly on his cushion. He didn't look at the three members of the Twilight Club across from him, nor at the Akashic Tower under construction in the distance. At this moment, his eyes were focused on the chessboard in front of him...

This is a game of chess.

Black and white chess pieces are placed all over the chessboard, and the one in front of Lingxu Jun is white.

His eyelids were lowered, and coupled with his plain monk's robe, he looked like an old monk in meditation. At the same time, the vertical and horizontal lines of the chess game in his eyes seemed to have become coordinate axes, and semi-illusory numbers were jumping around wildly.

In the White team, two "rooks," two "horses," and two "elephants," six pieces in total, plus eight "pawns," were constantly flickering and moving as the numbers around them danced, as if deducing all the possible game possibilities...

During this process, the black chess piece never moved, as if waiting for a player who had not yet taken his seat.

Lingxu Jun seemed to be completely immersed in his own world.

The six masters of the knightly orders stood behind him like statues.

Their eyes were fixed on the three Twilight Club members in front of them.

Beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of the 9 of Hearts, the Queen of Spades, and the Jack of Hearts. The one who put them so much pressure wasn't the captains, but Lingxu Jun, who was always immersed in his own world...

Even if Lingxu Jun did nothing, the oppressive feeling he inadvertently exuded just by sitting there made it difficult for the three of them to bear it.

On this chessboard, the three of them are at most "pawns".

But what they are facing now is a "king" and all his pawns...

But even though they faced enormous pressure, the three of them did not show any fear. They stood there like nails. Even though each of them sat in a weird posture, like a group of old, weak, sick and disabled hooligans, their eyes were like sharp swords, directed at everyone opposite them.

They are waiting for their "king" to enter.

"...No, the three of them are too weak to hold out for long." Seeing this, Jian Changsheng, who was surrounded on the outside, gritted his teeth and tried to cross the fence. "I'll go over and help hold the ground."

"Wait a minute." Sun Bumian grabbed him.

"Either you enter from White Dove Avenue from the beginning, or never enter at all... If you go out now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it will only upset the balance. The other hidden members of the Dusk Club will most likely follow you out and flock to support the Dusk Club."

"Remember, this is a meeting, not a fight. If you do that, the nature of the matter will change!"

Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth, "What should I do then?"

"We can only wait."

"Wait for the Red King to take action?"

"Since the Red King has sent us such a message, there must be a solution... Just wait a little longer, he should be here soon."

"Damn...he's really patient."

Jian Changsheng seemed to remember something and suddenly began to look around.

"?" Sun Bumian saw that he had suddenly gone crazy and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"That's not right... Where's Hongxin?" Jian Changsheng frowned. "With such a big commotion this time, it's impossible for Hongxin not to come... Did he change his face again and blend in with the crowd?"

Jian Changsheng finished speaking.

Under the green shade, the chessboard in front of Lingxu Jun trembled slightly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and having always focused only on his side of the chessboard, he finally cast his gaze on the black chess piece on the opposite side...

I saw the "chariot, horse, and elephant" in front of the black king was shaking continuously, and the outlines of four of the chess pieces began to change gradually like magic, with delicate facial lines outlined on them!

Lingxu Jun did not move his chess pieces again. Instead, he returned all his pieces to their original positions and calmly looked forward...

he knows.

Another "king" has arrived.

Groups of white doves were circling above the broad avenue. Surrounded by these creatures of heaven and earth, a huge wave of invisible aura surged in, colliding with the might of the leaders of the six major knightly orders!

Boom-! ! !

The faces of the six captains of the knightly orders changed at the same time!

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept across White Dove Square. The magician held down the brim of his hat with one hand, the petals of flowers held by the couple flew in the wind, the beggar's tattered clothes fluttered, and countless young children and women began to cry out in confusion...

At the end of the wide avenue, beneath the flying flocks of pigeons, four figures in completely different costumes walked side by side.

A man in white clothes as white as snow, with a face as handsome as jade, carrying a long spear on his back, looks like a handsome young man from a play;

One of them was dressed in bright clothes, with sharp almond-shaped eyes and two long feathers hanging from his head. He stood straight and walked steadily, yet his steps were filled with murderous intent.

One of them wore a dark robe with golden threads running through it, and his figure was as burly as that of a tyrant, and his every move revealed the dominance of a king.

A man dressed in plain clothes, with an unremarkable appearance, seemed to be wandering on the edge of the world, so low-key that almost no one noticed his existence...

Four eighth-level auras swept across the White Dove Square, directly tearing apart the auras of the six leaders of the knightly orders. The swaying shadows of the trees swayed more violently, and the aura had changed from being one-sided to being evenly matched.

Seeing these four figures of [sheng], [dan], [jing], and [mo] who seemed to have walked out of an ancient drama, the people present were all stunned...

They could feel the terrifying oppression coming from those four people.

But at the same time, their curiosity was aroused.

These are the four most mysterious K cards of the Twilight Society.

Up to now, they have almost never appeared in public, and even many members of the Twilight Club have never seen them.

"Why are there four opera singers..."

"Is this someone from the Twilight Society?"

"Of course they are. And they must be the top brass. Didn't you see how the captains' faces changed? These four actors are terrifyingly powerful!!"

"Shouldn't the leaders of the Twilight Society be heinous criminals? How could they be four actors?"

"Mom, these four brothers and sisters are so beautiful..."

"This is my first time seeing the legendary Twilight Society's King Card game. How should I put it...it's definitely different from what I imagined."

“It was really worth coming this time!!”

"..."

After being intimidated by the pressure and aura of the Four Ks, the people fell into deathly silence for a moment. After a long while, they came to their senses and whispered to each other, but their eyes never left the four people.

It was as if those four masks had some kind of magical power that caught everyone's attention...

until,

A figure wearing a red robe with black patterns slowly walked out from behind.