470: Chapter 114 The Confused Old Horse

After Zhao Fangxu finished his pointed remarks, the video playback ended.

Ma Xianhong's eyes flickered for a moment before he finally tossed the phone back to Zhang Chulan, his face darkening as he said, "In the end, you're still just trying to sow discord and drive a wedge between us! You want to create a rift so you can pick us off one by one, right?"

Zhang Chulan nodded and followed his lead, saying, "If you think the worst of us, then yes, that's exactly it."

Then, he changed the subject: "However, Old Ma, while it's true your skills are high-level, you're not so formidable that the Company couldn't handle your group without getting you out of the way first. For starters, Brother Meng has also mastered the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements, and his relationship with the Company is quite good."

"You should be well aware of his strength."

"Since we're on the subject, I might as well tell you one more thing."

"The man who led the team to bring you back to the Company was named Xu Xiang; he was a director of the Company and had a very close relationship with Brother Meng."

"As it turns out, he was killed by the person behind you."

"This matter is extremely egregious!"

"So, the Company is determined to deal with the person behind you!"

"And on this matter, Brother Meng's stance is definitely aligned with the Company. The reason he’s still willing to say so much to you is simply that, like me, he doesn’t want to see you go down with those people. Because from the current situation, you are also a victim."

"Heh." Ma Xianhong let out a cold laugh and said mockingly, "So, you're saying you're actually being kind-hearted?"

Zhang Chulan shrugged and asked in return, "Have I ever done anything bad?"

Ma Xianhong didn't respond; he picked up his bag containing the Magical Artifacts and turned to leave.

His mind was currently a mess, and he wanted to find a place to be quiet.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan didn't stop him, but merely shouted, "Old Ma, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me. After all, we've only met a few times. I lied to you in Biyou Village, so when I say I want to help you out of kindness, you really need to think it over carefully."

"I also said that your lost memories and your missing family might very well be related to the people around you."

"You need to think that over too."

Hearing these pointed words, the already distraught Ma Xianhong seemed to be triggered by something and immediately flew into a rage: "Zhang Chulan! You're lying! Sister..."

As soon as the word "Sister" left his mouth, Ma Xianhong seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism; his expression froze, and he hastily stopped himself.

Zhang Chulan's eyes flickered, then he waved his hands repeatedly to soothe Ma Xianhong: "It's okay, Old Ma, don't worry about the slip of the tongue. That's not the point. The point right now is that I'm untrustworthy, but I'm not the only one who can't be trusted."

As soon as he said this, it seemed to trigger a defense mechanism, and a voice like self-hypnosis immediately echoed in Ma Xianhong's mind.

"Don't trust anyone!"

"Don't trust anyone!"

"Don't trust anyone!"

"Don't trust anyone!"

But it soon changed to the voice of his "Sister," Qu Tong.

"Xianhong, you're too tired."

"Let me teach you; this is your path to peace of mind."

"Haven't you noticed that the frequency of our arguments is getting higher and higher?"

"Trust Sister."

"That's right."

"Xianhong."

The two voices intertwined back and forth, causing Ma Xianhong intense pain as he subconsciously clutched his head.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan approached and called out to him, "Old Ma?"

Ma Xianhong's response was a heavy punch.

Caught completely off guard, Zhang Chulan was struck until his nose bled.

"Zhang Chulan!" Feng Baobao was startled and was about to move against Ma Xianhong in an instant.

Zhang Chulan, however, reached out to stop her: "Sister Baoer, don't be in a hurry."

Then, he looked at Ma Xianhong, who had stopped after the single strike, and saw him take out a Ring and dab it with Zhang Chulan's blood.

A moment later, Ma Xianhong took out an identical Ring, tossed it to Zhang Chulan, and then turned and walked away.

"Old Ma."

"Don't follow me!"

Zhang Chulan stopped in his tracks and held up the Ring, asking, "What is this, a Magical Artifact? What does it do? How do I use it?"

"Old Ma, at least leave a phone number!"

Ma Xianhong gave an irrelevant answer: "Let me think by myself."

With that, he ignored them and walked away on his own.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan didn't chase after him but began to recall his exchange with Ma Xianhong just now...

A few minutes later, he turned to Feng Baobao and said, "Sister Baoer, change of plans. Go after Ma Xianhong."

"Okay."

Soon, the two of them followed the direction Ma Xianhong had left and arrived at a dense forest.

As soon as they entered the forest, Feng Baobao alertly warned, "Other people are coming!"

Just as she finished speaking, several red Qi Bullets shot toward the two of them.

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao immediately dodged to the side.

The Qi Bullets missed their mark and exploded on the ground with a thud, creating pits that showed their power was not to be underestimated.

Zhang Chulan's heart chilled as he raised his hand and sent out a Little White Worm toward the direction the red Qi Bullets had come from.

As the Little White Worm approached and illuminated the area, a figure hiding behind a tree was exposed.

At the same time, based on her perception, Feng Baobao sought out another, even more powerful enemy...

On the other side, after Ma Xianhong left, because he was deep in thought and due to the distance, he didn't notice the battle occurring behind him between Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and the others.

He reached the main road and encountered Qu Tong's person.

It was a White-haired youth sitting in a car.

"Sister sent you to take me back?" Ma Xianhong asked as he walked to the car window.

The White-haired youth shook his head: "No, she said it doesn't matter anymore. As long as you're safe, it's fine."

Ma Xianhong was greatly surprised.

His "Sister," Qu Tong, actually wasn't insisting on his return?

The White-haired youth added, "Take care of yourself. Goodbye."

With that, he was about to start the car and leave.

Hearing this, Ma Xianhong glanced around and quickly said, "Wait, give me a lift for a bit."

Upon hearing this, the White-haired youth didn't refuse.

A short while later, Ma Xianhong got into the car and began to think as he watched the scenery receding on both sides.

Qu Tong not demanding his return made him feel relieved, and some of his suspicions dissipated somewhat.

But where should he go next?

Look for his family, or try to recover his missing memories?