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Lalongkorn stared at Cheng Yi, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "I can't succeed to the throne? Then can you?"

He abruptly turned to the guard beside him and shouted sternly, "Guards! Drag this criminal who dared to trespass into the enthronement ceremony out and lock him in jail!"

A group of guards stepped forward in response, but when they reached Cheng Yi, they felt the invisible aura emanating from him—a pressure that had been tempered by countless life-and-death battles. Their steps faltered, and they looked at each other in bewilderment, none daring to reach out and grab him.

"Useless trash!" Lalongon roared, pointing at Cheng Yi. "Arrest him right now! Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Cheng Yi didn't even look at the guards. He looked up at the giant screen on one side of the square and said coldly to the air, "System, release what you filmed."

The next second, the large screen that was playing the Thai King's life story suddenly switched the image.

The first scene shown is of Lalongkorn in a secret chamber of the palace, where he curses at the portrait of the King: "You old bastard! You've occupied the throne for sixty years, and why do you have to bring back a bastard to take away my things? I'll make sure you die a horrible death sooner or later!"

The scene then shifts to the inner sanctum of Wat Phra Dhammakaya, where Lalongkorn roars at a group of monks: "If that old bastard doesn't come back, you must find a way to make me succeed to the throne! Anyone who dares to stand in my way, I'll kill them!"

In the video, his expression was ferocious and his tone was harsh, a stark contrast to the "grief" he displayed in the square.

The volume on the big screen was turned up to the maximum, and every word was clearly transmitted throughout the square.

The entire audience was stunned, turning to look at Lalongkorn on the platform, their eyes filled with shock, anger, and disdain.

Lalongkorn's face turned deathly pale. He stared at the screen in utter horror, frantically yelling at his men, "Turn it off! Turn the screen off right now!"

Pointing at Cheng Yi, he cursed, "It was you! You forged that video! You liar! You want to usurp the throne!"

Just then, a monk wearing a red robe and with a fat head and big ears suddenly rushed out from the monks' line. It was none other than the abbot of Wat Phra Dhammakaya and the president of the Buddhist Alliance, Venerable Fa Sheng.

He pointed at Cheng Yi and shouted, "Don't believe him! This video is fake! I guarantee in the name of Buddhism that His Highness is innocent! Guards, arrest this liar!"

The guards hesitated as they looked at Cheng Yi, taking only one step forward, but still dared not make a move.

Cheng Yi looked at Shi Fasheng, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "The abbot of Wat Phra Dhammakaya? You think you're worthy?"

He raised his hand and waved, "System, continue releasing."

Immediately, new images appeared on the big screen: a list of huge bribes that Shi Fasheng had accepted in his luxurious villa, scenes of him having affairs with multiple women, and even evidence of him embezzling temple donation money and colluding with businessmen to seize land... one by one, the evidence was so filthy that it left the people in the square dumbfounded.

"fraud!"

"hypocrite!"

"Arrest him! He deserves to die!"

Angry roars swept across the square like a tidal wave, and countless people threw objects at Master Shifasheng.

The guards around him dared not hesitate any longer and rushed forward to lift up Shi Fasheng, who had collapsed to the ground and whose face was ashen.

Suddenly, as if grasping at a last straw, Shi Fasheng frantically cried out to Lalongkorn, "Your Highness! Save me! You promised me all this! You made me do it! You can't abandon me!"

Lalongkorn watched as the guards dragged away Fa Sheng, his heart filled with anxiety—this was his greatest support in Buddhism.

But faced with the overwhelming public outrage below, how could he dare admit it? He could only grit his teeth and shout at the guards, "Take him away! Lock him up in jail and await further investigation!"

The guards dragged the wailing Shi Fasheng away, and all eyes in the square once again focused on the high platform. On one side was the panicked Lalongkorn, and on the other was the composed Cheng Yi. The struggle for the throne had only just begun.

Cheng Yi stared coldly at Lalongkorn, his eyes like ice: "Do you want to kill him to silence him, or do you want to cut your losses and save your own life? He's your staunch supporter, and he's already this wicked. How much better can you be?"

Lalongkorn's eyes were practically spitting fire as he pointed at Cheng Yi's nose and angrily rebuked, "What does this have to do with you? You're not even Thai, so what right do you have to point fingers here!"

“My father has already acknowledged my identity, and everyone here recognizes me. Are you the only one who is blind and deaf?”

Cheng Yi stepped forward, his imposing manner intensifying. "Or are you hiding something and pretending not to know me?"

Lalongkorn felt the probing gazes around him and forced a calm snort: "So what if we're related by blood? You're just an illegitimate child who's been raised outside the palace. What right do you have to interfere in the enthronement ceremony? There's no place for you here!"

"Whether I'm qualified or not is another matter, but you are definitely not qualified." Cheng Yi's voice clearly echoed throughout the square, carrying an undeniable certainty.

"I'm not qualified?" Lalongkorn seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and suddenly raised his chin. "I have been the crown prince for sixty years! In these sixty years, what matter, big or small, has not I been involved in?"

My supporters are everywhere in political and military circles, and I have countless followers among the general public! What right do you, a newcomer who just returned, have to compare yourself to me?

Cheng Yi didn't say anything more, but simply gestured with his chin toward the big screen.

The next second, the audio of Lalongkorn's conversation with Levi in ​​the car echoed clearly in the square—"Go contact the abbots of the sorcery temples and yin temples in Chiang Mai... I don't care if they're good or evil, as long as they can help me get on the throne..."

As the audio faded, the entire room fell silent.

The way everyone looked at Lalongkorn changed instantly, a mixture of shock, disdain, and anger.

Colluding with evil sorcerers to seize the throne? That's blasphemy!

"You...you actually dared to spy on me and eavesdrop on me!" Lalongkorn trembled with rage, his face turning ashen. "You've been plotting this all along! You wanted to usurp the throne from the very beginning!"

These words were tantamount to indirectly acknowledging the authenticity of the audio.

A deafening uproar erupted in the square, with waves of questioning and angry shouts surging forth.

Cheng Yi seized the opportunity and signaled the system to play the next video.

In the video, Lalongkorn is seen hysterically yelling into the phone: "You must make that old bastard die on the plane! I don't care what method you use, he absolutely cannot return to Thailand alive! Otherwise, I'll make sure your whole family pays the price!"

"boom--!"

The audience's anger was completely ignited, like a volcanic eruption.

"You beast! You even dared to kill your own father!"

"What right does this heartless bastard have to be the King of Thailand?"

"Arrest him! Avenge the King! Execute him!"

The angry roars nearly lifted the roof off the square, and countless people waved their fists, wishing they could rush onto the stage and tear Lalongkorn to pieces.

Lalongkorn was terrified and grabbed the microphone, screaming, "Fake! This video is fake! He's slandering me! He's defaming me! Don't believe him!"

But the impassioned crowd wouldn't listen. The people in the front row had already started to surge forward, but they were blocked by the soldiers around the square. In the pushing and shoving, the angry shouts became increasingly shrill.

The Deputy Prime Minister of the Legislative Council looked grave as he held urgent consultations with cabinet members, their whispers filled with anxiety.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" Lalongkorn completely lost his temper, pointing at Cheng Yi and cursing, "I knew it! If you're alive, I can't inherit the throne! I should have killed you long ago! Killed that old bastard!"

This statement was like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting public anger.

Stones, rotten vegetable leaves, plastic bottles... all sorts of debris rained down on the platform, and Lalongkorn dodged them in a disheveled manner, his magnificent crown prince robes instantly becoming stained.

He grabbed the microphone and roared at the top of his lungs, "So what if I did it?! Cambodian troops are already gathering at the border and are about to attack! Without me, Thailand will perish! Do you want the country to be destroyed?!"

Upon hearing this, the bustling square became eerily quiet.

The people looked at each other, hesitation flashing in their eyes—with the nation in crisis, were they really going to throw themselves into chaos? The deputy prime minister and cabinet members also frowned, clearly persuaded.

Cheng Yi stepped forward, his voice steady yet carrying immense weight: "Do you think that by colluding with Cambodian enemies and betraying Thai interests, you can secure your throne? Do you really think those two-faced bastards will just stand by and watch you sit on the throne?"

"I don't care!" Lalongkorn went completely mad. "The throne is mine! No one can take it away! Mobilizing the army depends on me! Without me, who can save Thailand?!"

Do you think you're the only one who can mobilize the army?

An old but powerful voice suddenly rang out.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man in a wheelchair being slowly pushed into the square by a middle-aged man.

"It's the Premier! The Premier is out!" Someone recognized him and shouted excitedly.

The deputy prime minister and cabinet members quickly stood up and walked down the stage to greet him.

The Prime Minister waved his hand lightly, his gaze sweeping over Lalongkorn on the high platform, his tone icy: "You are not the only one who can mobilize the army. Thailand does not need a ruthless and ambitious man as its king."

Lalongkorn staggered back a step, his eyes unfocused, then turned ferocious: "Guards! Guards! Kill them all! Anyone who dares to block my way must die!"

However, the guards around him remained motionless, and some even turned their faces away quietly, clearly unwilling to obey him any longer.

Lalongkorn scanned the entire area, a fierce glint in his eyes, and gritted his teeth as he growled, "Levy! Make your move!"

A man in a black suit stepped forward in response; it was none other than his personal security guard, Levi.

Levi glanced at a few inconspicuous figures in the crowd and said in a deep voice, "General Vega, it's your turn."

From the crowd, a burly man dressed in red and wearing a military cap slowly stepped out; it was none other than "General of the Night," Vega.

He gave Levy a cold smile, then suddenly reached out and twisted Levy's neck with lightning speed—a crisp "crack" rang out, and Levy's body slumped to the ground, his eyes wide open, clearly dead.

Upon seeing Levi's corpse, Lalongkorn's eyes widened instantly. He pointed at Vega as if he'd seen a ghost: "You...you're insane?! How dare you betray me! Do you know I'm about to become the King of Thailand?! Loyalty to me brings wealth and glory! Loyalty to that brat, what will you get?!"

Vega completely ignored him, and led the three imposing men behind him—Bison, the King of Muay Thai; Baroque, the Masked Assassin; and Contana, the Scorpion—directly to Cheng Yi, knelt on one knee, and shouted in unison, "Assassination Fist, pays respects to the master!"

Lalongkorn was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg: "You...you...you knew each other all along?!"

Vega snorted coldly, looked up at Cheng Yi, and said respectfully, "We, the Assassination Fist, have always been loyal to His Highness Prince Cheng Yi."

Everyone in the square was stunned by this reversal.

Lalongkorn, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now lay slumped on the high platform, his face ashen, as if his bones had been removed.

Cheng Yi, this suddenly appearing "Prince of China," actually harbors such terrifying power behind him.

The wind direction completely reversed at that moment.

Suddenly, Lalongkorn laughed. There was no joy in that laughter, only utter despair and madness, like a cornered beast letting out its final roar: "Since that's the case, what else is there for me to cherish? This Thailand, I'd rather destroy it with my own hands!"

He abruptly turned his head and roared into the void: "Taowei! Qisha! I promise you! There are tens of thousands of people here, enough for you to turn the entire Bangkok into the underworld!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a low sigh and a sinister laugh rang out simultaneously, spreading like ghosts throughout every corner of the square.

Before everyone's eyes, two figures dressed in long robes, one in black and one in red, suddenly appeared in front of Lalongkorn.

The man in black robes was thin and gaunt, with a pair of green eyes peeking out from under his hood; the man in red robes had a graceful figure, but wore a pale mask on his face, revealing only a pair of venomous eyes.

Lalongkorn raised his head, looking at the two men with a burning flame of destruction in his eyes, and said in a hateful voice, "These people will all be sacrifices for you! If I can't have them, no one else can! I'd rather destroy all of this!"

"Ralongkorn, are you insane?" A majestic and familiar voice suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap in the sky above the square.

Lalongkorn shuddered, gasped, and screamed, "Father?!"

The crowd parted automatically to make way, and an old man in a black cloak slowly walked out.

He stopped, slowly removed his hood, revealing a weathered yet still dignified face—the Thai King who should have been "shattered to pieces" in the plane crash!

"You...you're not dead?" Lalongkorn's voice trembled, his pupils dilated with extreme shock, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.

The entire audience was in an uproar!

"It's the King of Thailand! The King of Thailand is still alive!"

"The news said he was in a plane crash, and they even gave him a cenotaph. How could this be..."

"My God, what on earth is going on?"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, their hearts pounding like a rollercoaster as they stared in disbelief at the familiar figure.

The Thai King stood there alive, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire scene; this was more shocking than any plot twist.