Chapter 299: The Last Supper
After bidding farewell to Pope Bibi Dong, Ling Mo walked away proudly and smugly in full view of everyone.
“Damn, this kid is too arrogant! But I like this kind of arrogance…”
“Daring to confront the Pope without losing ground, truly a god! I wonder what move Spirit Hall will make next, can Ghost Gate handle it?”
With Ling Mo’s departure, Bibi Dong coldly scanned the surroundings and left.
Immediately after, waves of discussion arose at the scene, with everyone talking about what move Spirit Hall would make next.
“Hehe, Sect Master, this kid… knows how to play. I really don’t know who gave him the courage to talk to Bibi Dong like that…” Chen Xin said with a smile.
He was the first to interact with Ling Mo and knew well the mischievousness deep in this kid’s bones. Back then… he too had been messed with by Ling Mo so badly that he couldn’t show his face and felt utterly miserable.
“I won’t misjudge people! Watch, there will be an even better show to see next.”
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, seemingly scheming something in his heart.
Ever since entering Spirit City, he hadn’t been idle much. He knew very well what Ghost Gate wanted to do.
At this time, stance really mattered; choosing wrong meant no chance to turn back later.
No need to think, the Upper Four Sects shared the same breath and fate, advancing and retreating together!
Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School was definitely on Ghost Gate’s side; Ning Fengzhi had made that clear from the start.
“Let’s go!”
The semifinals ended, just waiting for tomorrow’s final championship match. Many people were looking forward to what kind of exciting performance the finals would bring tomorrow.
This time, Ling Mo had staked his face; if he lost, he’d probably have no face left to mix around.
Having roasted them so badly, if he really lost, the joke would be huge.
Returning to the hotel, Ling Mo headed straight to the area where Shrek Academy was located, along with Dugu Bo.
Pushing open the great gate of the meeting room, everyone was already there.
“Xiao Mo, Senior Dugu…”
Seeing Ling Mo and Dugu Bo walk in, everyone called out.
“Everyone rest well today. Tomorrow, you must give them a show of color! I’ve staked the dignity of my Ghost Gate on you all, so you can’t let me lose face…”
Ling Mo smiled, then said seriously.
“Rest assured! This time we must take the championship…” Dai Mubai said confidently.
“That’s right. Since we’ve come this far, it wouldn’t make sense without taking the championship.
They say second place is the biggest loser. If we’re taking it, we take the championship. The word failure has nothing to do with us…”
“Good, looks like you all have a lot of confidence. Now I’m relieved! Xiao San, looking forward to your performance tomorrow…”
Ling Mo looked at Tang San; tomorrow he would definitely be the protagonist on the stage, no question.
“I won’t disappoint you! Rest assured…”
Tang San said with a smile. He really hadn’t disappointed Ling Mo before; whatever he promised, he basically delivered.
“Good! Tonight I’m treating. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be our last dinner together!
Eat as much as you can, all expenses on me. Let’s go…”
Ling Mo waved his hand grandly, treating everyone to the last dinner.
After today, the group might not be able to eat together anymore.
Hearing this from Ling Mo’s mouth, the mood inexplicably felt a bit sad.
After these years of interaction, everyone had feelings! Now it was time to part, and everyone was reluctant.
“Everyone cheer up a bit. Gatherings have separations! No banquet under heaven lasts forever. Everyone try to adapt.
How about this: pick a time, and after graduation, get together again sometime…”
Seeing everyone a bit down, Ling Mo quickly comforted them.
“Great! Then let’s make a five-year pact. Five years from now on this day, gather back at Shrek Academy…”
Ma Hongjun suggested.
“Sure! Five-year pact, whoever doesn’t come is a punk…”
Dai Mubai said with a smile. In reality… he was the most worried one.
If he failed, he definitely couldn’t make the five-year pact, while the others could.
For him to say such words, Ling Mo was quite surprised.
“It’s settled then! Come on, today I’m treating, eat as much as you can…”
With that, Ling Mo led the group to an exclusive distinguished guest dining suite.
Even Flander, Master, Liu Erlong, Qin Ming, and Dugu Bo came.
Everyone gathered together and happily finished this dinner, with no burdens in their hearts.
“Hehe, these kids! Seeing them so happy suddenly reminds me of us back then…”
Master rarely showed a happy smile. Flander chimed in: “Yeah, back then, I was even happier than them! Know what a spirited lad is?
Hehe, thinking back now, if so many things hadn’t happened back then, we might not have so many regrets…”
“Flander, when did you get so sentimental?” Liu Erlong said teasingly. She knew what regrets Flander meant.
But some things could only be kept in the heart; saying them out changed the flavor.
“Senior Dugu, thanks for helping out so many times this time. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have made it here. This cup, I toast you…”
Flander raised his glass to Dugu Bo.
“Haha, Flander! To be honest, we’ve had many grudges before, but that’s all in the past.
I was quite offensive back then; today it should be me apologizing…”
Dugu Bo smiled apologetically. He had blended into this circle and gradually let go of his airs.
“What’s past is past; bringing it up again means nothing. Meeting is fate, come… down this drink!”
Flander said boldly. Anyway, he wasn’t the one who got beaten back then.
The one who really got beaten was Master; he was just a bystander.
Back then, Dugu Bo, under Ling Mo’s instruction, had given Master a thorough beating, and it was brutal.
No idea when Master had offended him, but they started fighting without a word.
“Flander’s right, let bygones be bygones! Senior Dugu, this cup, I toast you…”
Master wasn’t one to hold grudges. Flander gave him a step, and he took it smoothly.
Then he toasted Dugu Bo another cup, and as soon as it was drunk, Dugu Bo downed another.
It didn’t end there; Liu Erlong suddenly stood up and said, “Senior Dugu, this cup, I toast you…”
Dugu Bo: “???”
Something felt off…
After thinking for a long time, Dugu Bo finally got it.
“Damn, they say the Golden Iron Triangle is righteous and upright, but turns out they’re so sneaky.
Deliberately getting me to drink, taking turns to get me drunk!
Good grief, talking about not holding grudges on their lips, but it’s all just talk…”
Dugu Bo was dumbfounded. This Golden Iron Triangle was deliberately getting him drunk.
Luckily, Dugu Bo had good tolerance; even all three together couldn’t do anything to him.
If you ask about my drinking capacity, I smile without speaking and look toward the sea.
When it comes to drinking contests, Dugu Bo had only lost to one person in his life, and that was Ling Mo.
Last time at Ghost Gate, bored, he drank with Ling Mo all night and got totally outplayed.
Ling Mo acted like nothing happened.
