GBT Chapter 110

Jiao Bai was talking to Zhang Zhen, his injured left hand in his pocket, his uninjured right arm around his neck.

“Brother, what did Secretary Qi do to you?” Jiao Bai pressed on Zhang Zhen’s still-bulging shoulder muscles.

Zhang Zhen stiffly said, “Nothing!”

This clearly meant something was up. Jiao Bai glanced at Qi Huai, who was sitting on a chair with his legs bent. The latter was wearing headphones, answering a call, only listening and not speaking. That air of an elite subordinate was even stronger than Chen Yiming’s.

Zhang Zhen couldn’t even beat Chen Yiming, let alone Qi Huai.

He was bound to lose in a battle of wits.

A commotion came from the front. Jiao Bai shifted his gaze away from Qi Huai and raised an eyebrow in that direction.

The future son-in-law of the Cen family, with his outstanding appearance and temperament, stood in the aisle, a handful of crushed walnut shells drawing blood.

His girlfriend, Cen Yu, was pulling him towards the back door of the auditorium. He kept turning his head, as if searching for something he had lost, but he himself didn’t know what it was.

“Yi Zhe, twenty-seven years old, overseas Chinese, settled in England, owner of a chain restaurant, with a very good reputation.” Zhang Zhen said, reciting the information he had found, strangely adding, “Why is he looking in our direction?”

“Don’t know.” Jiao Bai swiped open his phone screen and started reading the news.

“He’s looking at you.”

Qi Huai’s low voice suddenly drifted from his left ear. Jiao Bai’s expression didn’t change, but he cursed inwardly, *Does he think I don’t know that? He’s just too observant!*

“Secretary Qi.” Jiao Bai pointed to one of the small plates on the table and said with a smile, “Peel some walnuts for me.”

Qi Huai said nothing, picked up the walnuts, and started peeling.

Jiao Bai absentmindedly browsed the Cen family’s news, looking for any inside information. His eyes flashed past Qi stupid, and his hand paused on the webpage. What was Cen Yu doing? He had warned her last time at the supermarket. Why hadn’t she kept a closer eye on him?

But it was understandable. People always had moments of carelessness.

Even if they were extremely vigilant and took all kinds of precautions, they still couldn’t reduce the probability of accidents happening to zero.

Fortunately, nothing melodramatic had happened.

Jiao Bai didn’t want to be made a laughingstock on an occasion like today. Because he represented the Qi family, if he made a fool of himself, the Qi family’s stock price was bound to drop.

In the lounge, Cen Yu was cleaning the wounds on her lover’s palm. She had lingering fears; fortunately, she had reacted quickly enough to stop him in time.

Yi Zhe looked at the dark clouds outside the window, his lips pressed into a flat line. “A Yu, I feel like I’m a little…” he said uncertainly, “uncomfortable.”

Cen Yu kissed her lover’s handsome jaw, burying her sweaty face in his neck. “Then let’s go.”

“The wedding hasn’t started yet. Wouldn’t it be bad to leave now?” Yi Zhe turned to look at her.

Cen Yu sighed quietly. “Maybe it won’t start.”

Yi Zhe said in surprise, “Why?”

“Never mind.” Cen Yu pulled him up. “Let’s go back to the room.”

As Cen Yu was about to close the door at the entrance to the lounge, a very light voice came from above.

“A Yu, do you think,” Yi Zhe’s brow furrowed together, as dazed as a person in a dream, “is it possible that I have a brother?”

Cen Yu’s fingers on the doorknob trembled. *You have three younger brothers. One grew up under your unlimited indulgence and love, and died in high school. One you hated to the bone, you made him suffer a lot, almost killing him, which led you to develop a split personality after learning the truth, unable to face it. And one who cut off contact with you for fear of your illness.*

“Huh?” Cen Yu pretended not to have heard clearly. “What?”

“Never mind.” Yi Zhe shook his head. He felt his idea was inexplicable. “I didn’t rest well last night. I have a bit of a headache.”

“When we get back to the room, take two pills and get a good sleep on the boat.” Cen Yu hugged him. After this time, she would avoid returning to the country if possible.

The groom was supposed to enter, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Not to mention the bride’s side, even the groom’s relatives and friends were starting to find it strange. Whispers rose from all directions, forming a chorus in the auditorium.

Why hadn’t the Crown Prince arrived yet? Was it a relapse of his heart disease?

Or was it that he didn’t want to get married again?

Impossible. Although he didn’t come from a financial background, he had survived after inheriting the family business, which meant his thinking ability and methods were excellent. He wouldn’t act on a whim, treating marriage as a game.

Even if he changed his mind due to some consideration, he wouldn’t delay in making his position known, making the guests wait so awkwardly, causing various interpretations.

Jiao Bai frequently looked at the main entrance, his eyelids twitching. This premonition of something melodramatic about to happen had never been wrong. It was always accurate.

But he couldn’t hide.

The opportunity to complete the mission was the melodrama. This was the essence of the “Broken Wings” world.

“The Crown Prince is gone—” A cry of alarm suddenly rose outside the door.

The crowd in the auditorium erupted in an uproar.

Did the groom really call off the wedding at the last minute?

[Player Jiao Bai triggers the fifth compulsory mission, please be prepared.]

Jiao Bai heard the electronic voice. At first, he was looking forward to compulsory missions, excited and enthusiastic. Later, he felt repulsed and rejected them. Now, he was calm. What was coming would eventually come.

A compulsory mission was equivalent to dragging the progress bar forward. Its arrival meant that Jiao Bai’s direction was correct, and this trip hadn’t been in vain.

The mission was triggered as soon as the news of Cen Jingmo’s disappearance appeared.

The mission target was him, no doubt.

As expected, the little assistant began to release the mission details.

[Mission Location: Auditorium.]

[Mission Target: Cen Jingmo.]

[Mission Content: Please reveal Cen Jingmo’s hiding place to the Cen family, and persuade them to help you pass a stone to Cen Jingmo, and find a way to get him to accept it. The mission is not time-limited.]

Jiao Bai propped up his head. Since there was no time limit, there was no need to rush. He would sort out his thoughts first.

Cen Jingmo had already joined the cast, so this compulsory mission…

Jiao Bai’s lips tightened. He hadn’t been able to contact Yu Ling during this time. He had asked Zhang Zhen to investigate, but hadn’t found anything. Last night, Zhang Zhen had finally learned that Yu Ling wasn’t on the island and had escaped from the Cen family not long ago.

Perhaps that news was fake. Yu Ling hadn’t escaped at all. His attempt to escape had been discovered by Cen Jingmo, who had captured him.

There was also a possibility that Yu Ling had indeed escaped, but hadn’t hidden Yu Xiang well. Yu Xiang was in Cen Jingmo’s hands.

This mission was the key to increasing Yu Ling’s activity level above 50. Then what about the other one?

After all, past experience had shown that one compulsory mission would increase the activity level of two friends.

Yu Ling and Shen Er An? Or Yu Ling and Qi Yi Liao?

Only these three hadn’t joined the cast yet. Any combination was possible.

In any case, he had to swallow this bowl of melodrama.

This was the last bowl.

Jiao Bai silently recited the mission information several times, circling the key points. He supported himself on the table and got up. He would start with picking up a stone first.

“Bai Bai, where are you going?” Zhang Zhen closely followed Jiao Bai. Qi Huai and several of the Qi family’s bodyguards also followed.

Their table was suddenly empty, with only a few untouched fruit plates and a handful of peeled walnuts.

Jiao Bai casually dug out a stone from a pot of flowers in the auditorium.

It was gray and pitted, very ugly.

This mission was easy to do, but the aftermath it triggered was earth-shattering, at least for Cen Jingmo.

Because Cen Jingmo had a secret base on the island, a place that even Li Jue didn’t know about. But he knew.

And the stone…

Cen Jingmo’s emotional cells had developed late and were deformed. He was trying to be romantic, wanting to send Li Jue the most beautiful stone on the island. This one wasn’t good enough, that one wasn’t beautiful enough. Later, he really prepared one, but didn’t have time to send it.

The small stone was unremarkable, only because it had been dug out of the mud.

A wash of water, and it was clean.

Cen Jingmo felt that Li Jue’s life was like that. No matter how much suffering he endured, no matter how polluted he was by fate, he was still pure white.

That thought was in Cen Jingmo’s internal monologue. Li Jue still didn’t know, only he knew.

So, this compulsory mission had a great aftereffect.

Jiao Bai could imagine Cen Jingmo’s reaction.

Cen Jingmo first thought that Jiao Bai also had memories from before his rebirth, and then believed that his body was inhabited by the Li Jue of the previous life. After probing, he confirmed it, but he hadn’t been found by the Taoist priest to be brought out to occupy his body.

In a moment, Cen Jingmo would know that the second so-called truth was also wrong.

There were other possibilities, more outrageous than rebirth and possession.

Would Cen Jingmo dare to guess?

Jiao Bai didn’t know if Cen Jingmo would dare, but if it were him, he would dare, because he was a comic fan who had seen all kinds of bizarre plots and dared to believe anything.

The Cen family’s bodyguards, carrying the stone and the message “it will be clean after washing”, set off for a location in the mountains and forests.

More than ten minutes later, Jiao Bai received a notification that the compulsory mission had been completed. He was waiting for the melodrama to descend.

Zhang Zhen suddenly said, “Let’s go!”

Jiao Bai heard the strangeness in his voice and let him grab him without asking questions.

He was grabbing his left hand.

Zhang Zhen was grabbing tightly, not noticing Jiao Bai’s discomfort. He only smelled a strong sense of danger.

That was the perception accumulated from years of gunfire.

Qi Huai’s hand reached over from behind, trying to free Jiao Bai’s left wrist from Zhang Zhen’s fingers when the sound of gunfire suddenly came from outside.

The noise of the auditorium disappeared instantly.

A few seconds later, they heard a huge explosion.

Something on the island had been blown up, and the ground beneath their feet was shaking.

When a young master cried out that the “signal” was gone, a group of gun barrels appeared at the front and back doors of the auditorium.

The entire auditorium was surrounded by layers of bandits.

The guests revealed the panic of their flesh and blood, including the tycoons. They had all brought people to the island, but they had left their guns outside when entering the auditorium. That was Cen’s family’s requirement.

Now they were empty-handed.

Zhang Zhen’s face was stern. He gave his brothers a look, and everyone put on their tail rings.

Those were unique devices for the Qi family, containing anesthetic needles.

Jiao Bai took out his left hand, let Zhang Zhen grab his right hand, and endured the pain in his left hand to look around the auditorium. Some were crying, some were cursing, some were pressing their phones, and some were waiting to see what would happen.

Soon, the bandits revealed their intentions. They wouldn’t hurt anyone, they just wanted money.

This wedding was a grand affair. Ninety-five percent of the domestic upper class was here, and there was also a portion from abroad, all dripping with wealth. Although they didn’t carry cash, just a wristwatch was worth tens of millions.

The bandits demanded that the people inside come out one by one, take off all their clothes and belongings, and squat with their heads in their hands, cooperating and moving quickly.

The situation seemed acceptable.

Everything was material possessions, life was more important.

But there were always people who were unwilling and couldn’t see the situation clearly. To control the situation, the bandits directly opened fire on several young men and women who were making the most noise.

Zhang Zhen frowned and stepped forward, blocking Jiao Bai’s view.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd, and then more noise. They were convinced that the Cen family was playing tricks.

The questionable points were three. One: This island was full of Cen family guards. How did the bandits get on?

Two: Cen Jingmo had just disappeared.

Three: The Cen family’s island had completely lost its signal.

The wedding was fake. The real purpose was to gather all the rich, powerful, and famous people here. The Cen family wasn’t short of money, and they didn’t seem to be courting death. So what exactly did the Crown Prince want to do?

Just as the atmosphere in the auditorium was about to explode, the situation at the main entrance changed.

The one everyone called the boss, the head of the Cen family, was being choked by the leader of the bandits, drenched, with a patch of bright red blood in his white hair, and his face as white as a ghost.

The crowd fell silent.

So it wasn’t a scheme. Cen Jingmo had a fear of marriage. He was still struggling in the corners on the eve of the wedding and was ambushed. And the Cen family’s guards didn’t dare to move when they saw their master being held hostage, which led to this current situation?

Jiao Bai read this kind of information from the faces of the surrounding guests. He didn’t think so.

Cen Jingmo had made such a big show to test whether he was the Li Jue of the previous life. The information revealed by the compulsory mission was too shocking, bringing a huge stimulus to Cen Jingmo.

This scene was the result of that stimulus.

The bandits should be real, not Cen family impersonators. Cen Jingmo also hadn’t cooperated with them. The bandits had learned that rich people were on the island and wanted to make a profit. They had been lingering at sea, without the opportunity to land on the island.

Cen Jingmo must have received the news long ago, but he hadn’t cared. Not long ago, he had been stimulated, giving them a chance, even at the cost of using himself as bait, deliberately being held hostage.

The purpose was to see how Jiao Bai, this person from outside, would deal with it.

Jiao Bai tilted his head, his gaze brushing past Zhang Zhen’s arm and flying to the main entrance, staring at Cen Jingmo.

Cen Jingmo’s drooping eyelids didn’t lift. The corners of his broken lips twitched slightly, as if he was smiling faintly.

Jiao Bai’s face was very ugly. *It’s over.*

Cen Jingmo was crazy.

That damned *yandere*.