Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

The person in power at the moment frowned, thinking about how to deal with the current unfavorable situation. Suddenly, a large number of inhalations were heard, and those passionate words disappeared. The noisy scene instantly became quiet.

He raised his head and looked around alertly, but was stunned.

Pairs of eyes, big and small, were staring at him...below.

Why do my calves feel cold?

"Sir, pants...pants..."

The person next to him whispered a reminder.

The man in power stared downwards, his gaze fixed on his own legs. The hair on his legs was dancing in the wind, and he looked very happy.

But his pants had already drifted away from him, falling to the ground and giving his shoes an intimate kiss.

.........

People covering their eyes: ………

Lan Qi held his breath and said: …

The six people watching the sea from a distance: …

Several people stole a glance at Du Ruo with her pink twin ponytails. The curse was as effective as ever.

A bird flapped its wings and flew past awkwardly in the sky.

The man in power quickly pulled up his trousers, his old face turned red and then gradually turned black, even darker than Lan Qi's face.

When he saw the reporter's live broadcast equipment, the man in power, who was holding his pants, broke down on the spot, and there was a blank on his old face. He now felt that life was long and all he wanted was death.

Otherwise...just kill me.

Living seems difficult.

Two noodles of tears were splashed into the wind.

Somehow he caught a glimpse of the lying Lan Qi, and the man in power suddenly realized something. He mobilized the power in his body, raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell straight to the ground.

At a time like this, it’s better to die first!

"Wonderful...absolutely wonderful." Fang Zhixin clapped his hands and exclaimed exaggeratedly, applauding the scene before him and applauding the confused people at the moment.

"It's better for this galaxy to be more lively."

Du Ruo narrowed her eyes and looked at Fang Zhixin. Feeling something was not right, Fang Zhixin blinked and stepped behind Fang Shaoli.

"Wait, teammates are not allowed to hurt each other!"

Don't curse me!

Fang Shaoli's mouth twitched: "Is it useful for you to hide from me?"

While saying this, he pulled Bai Yuefeng, who was happily watching the show, in front of him.

"Old Fang." The smile on Bai Yuefeng's face suddenly disappeared. He rolled up his sleeves, fastened his cufflinks and turned around.

"It's all over if I don't smoke you!"

Su Muqu and Gu Zhao, who were watching the show quietly not far away, shook their heads: "Tsk tsk tsk, you are going too far."

Fang Zhixin ran away decisively: "I'm going to go and see what's going on, and by the way, save their ideas."

Different from the liveliness of Blue Star, awkwardness spread in the center of the focus, and the live broadcast room full of indignation was unspeakably quiet.

Suddenly, a black figure broke into the camera, squatted down and reached out to pat the person in power who was vomiting blood.

"This guy...isn't he pretending to be dead?"

"Ok?"

A group of people asked the question in unison, thinking to themselves that this was not impossible.

"Could it be that...he deliberately dropped his pants to pretend to be dead?"

Fang Zhixin stepped back immediately, extremely surprised: "No way, what does he want?"

The reporter seized the opportunity to change the camera and gave the girl a close-up, showing surprise, confusion, and even bewilderment.

"What could it be for? Judging from what he just said, he's trying to pass on the blame."

Someone pondered the current situation: "Lan Qi sent someone to call us over. Is he worried that he might die?"

The reporter changed the camera and slapped his thigh. Yes, he was knocked unconscious and brought here by an unknown person. Could it be that this was all a setup by Lan Qi?

Fang Zhixin, who had just introduced the topic, withdrew from the task successfully and teleported quietly to Luo An's side, explaining something.

When Lan Qi heard Fang Zhixin's voice, he knew it was time for him to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes and vomited out the blood that was blocking his throat.

His lips were stained with bright red blood, and he supported himself with great sorrow: "Ahem, ahem, Lan Qi feels ashamed of his ancestors and has endured humiliation until now. I only hope that the deeds of these people can be made public to the world."

"I'm betting everything on inviting everyone from the academy to come. I'm desperate, so I'm thinking of inviting reporters here to let the people of the galaxy see all this. This is my last gamble."

"Whether we win or lose, at least those who shouldn't die can live! But I didn't expect... I didn't expect that they would destroy everything just to cover up the truth and kill me."

A weak but powerful voice reached everyone's ears. The live broadcast room was already full. Everyone looked at the pale young man, who was completely different from his previous bohemian image.

He looked at the ruins with grief and determination, his body full of broken pieces.

A woman came over with a little boy. She was the person that Lanqi had asked to go to the botanical garden.

She looked at this man with heartache. She had pretended to be patient for so long. Although it was just acting now, it was not really acting.

She comforted her brother and looked at the camera: "My brother was captured from another planet. I took the initiative to approach Lan Qi and wanted to lurk beside him and wait for an opportunity."

"But it turns out that he is not what the rumors say. He was also the one who helped me save my brother. I can testify to that."

"We bear witness."

A group of people wearing white clothes and numbered people said in unison numbly, alarming everyone.

The fallen rulers knew that they had been caught off guard and were being led by the nose by an invisible enemy.

It doesn’t matter whether the evidence in Lan Qi’s hand is sufficient or not. What matters is that hundreds of millions of people in the interstellar are paying attention to this matter, and they will have no way to refute whatever they say unless they produce hard evidence immediately.

But time was short and the base was in ruins. They couldn't get it out. If they missed this brief opportunity, even if they had great abilities, they would be suppressed to death.

"If we can't get any evidence, we can just let everyone in the world investigate and expose the secret competition to the public. This is a good method."

He sat up suddenly, looked at Lan Qi deeply, and then burst into laughter.

"I never expected that you have been hiding for so long. I admit defeat. The Kabbalah Consortium is indeed involved in human trafficking. I really regret not killing you when I seized power!"

The man in power stretched out his hand to strangle Lan Qi, but the teacher from the academy slapped him in the abdomen and pushed him back.

The man in power did not retreat but advanced, staring closely at Lan Qi, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

At this point, there is no possibility for him to escape, but he cannot let the industrial chain behind him be discovered. That is something that Tianquan will never forgive. If he falls into their hands, it will be worse than death.

Just before the college teacher took action, hands suddenly stretched out from the ground beneath the feet of the man in power, grabbed him ferociously, and dragged him into the mud like a ghost demanding his life.

"Ahhh!"

The man in power struggled, but he didn't expect that the dying man was not going to give him a quick death. Soon, the man in power's wails were locked in his throat by a hand that broke his bones. The crackling sound was endless, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Those who followed those in power were also crushed to death one by one.