389: Chapter 389 He Has Chuunibyou (Middle School Syndrome)

"Then if he went to terminate his contract, how did he end up in the arena?"

Zhong Huai looked at the close-up profile of Yan Pojun on the light screen, framed in gold.

Above it was a line of highly inflammatory text.

【The military's sharpest blade, silent for six years, is drawn here today!】

A wave of 'Chunibyo' energy hit him square in the face.

Zhong Huai felt his vision go dark.

"How should I know!"

Qin Zhan paced back and forth on the other end.

"This kid ran off to fight a hundred-man battle against a newcomer?"

"The opponent is even a high school girl!"

"Are they going to say we specialize in bullying minors?"

Zhong Huai reached out and massaged his temples.

He suddenly realized a blind spot.

"Boss, when you told him to come back and handle the paperwork, what were your exact words?"

Qin Zhan stopped in his tracks.

"I just said what I usually say."

"What did you say?" Zhong Huai pressed.

Qin Zhan recalled for a moment.

"I was sitting on an ammo crate at the time."

"I tossed him a coin."

Qin Zhan paused.

"I said, go to the Organization and settle your old debts from six years ago."

"Sever the past; don't bring any loose ends into Fangs!"

"Was I not clear enough?"

The corridor fell into a deathly silence.

Even the sound of the air conditioning vents seemed abnormally loud.

Zhong Huai leaned against the wall, his whole being losing its color.

"Boss."

Zhong Huai spoke into the communicator.

"That kid has Chunibyo. Did you know that, Boss?"

Qin Zhan was stunned.

"What disease? The military doctor never reported that."

Zhong Huai looked up at the surveillance camera on the corridor ceiling.

"Back then, he was a battle maniac who strutted around under the title of the 'Unbeaten Myth'."

"You told him to sever the past."

"In his understanding, that's equivalent to the military issuing a top-level directive."

"Telling him to return to the peak arena in the coolest, most flashy way possible, finish his final match, and ascend to godhood."

Qin Zhan was silent on the other end for a long time.

"Holy crap."

The Fangs Commander-in-Chief uttered a simple, unadorned exclamation.

"Does this kid have muscles for brains!"

Zhong Huai sneered.

"Not quite, Boss. His head is full of lines from battle shonen manga."

Qin Zhan scratched his scalp.

"What do we do now? This is a global live broadcast!"

"Aren't you on-site? Go stop him!"

Zhong Huai glanced at the time.

"Too late."

"The betting pool is already locked, and all personnel are in position in the waiting area."

"Rushing in to pull him out now would be like directly crashing the Organization' party."

"And it would be quite embarrassing for Fangs..."

Qin Zhan went silent on the other end for a full ten seconds.

"Then what do we do now?"

Qin Zhan squeezed out those six words.

Zhong Huai shrugged and spread his hands to the empty air.

"Let them fight."

He gave an extremely perfunctory and irresponsible solution.

"Just let them finish the match; it's not a huge problem."

"We'll just roll with it. Anyway, it's Yan Pojun's reputation on the line, and his affiliation with Fangs hasn't been made public."

Qin Zhan smashed a water cup on the other end. The glass shards clattered loudly on the floor.

"Absurd! A military man bullying a young girl—if word gets out, how am I supposed to lead the team!"

Zhong Huai shifted his posture against the wall, switching to his left leg for support.

"Boss, look at it from another angle."

"For Yan Pojun, this might not be a bad thing."

"He might have Chunibyo and a head full of junk,"

"But he likely has a dream of fighting a true retirement match deep down."

"He treats this place as his 'starting village' and a mental knot."

"Letting him complete this will give him a massive boost in his mental state."

Only heavy breathing remained on the other side of the communicator.

Qin Zhan was silent for a moment.

"Fine, what you said makes some sense."

"Since we can't stop it, we'll treat it as a stress test before he joins the team."

Qin Zhan quickly rationalized the situation for himself.

As long as he didn't have to use public funds to pay the contract termination fee, anything was fine.

"Put Yan Pojun's matter aside; let's talk business."

Qin Zhan lowered his voice.

"Regarding Wen Yan's side, you need to go and keep a personal eye on it."

Zhong Huai immediately stood up straight, dropping his casual attitude.

"The higher-ups and the outsiders' negotiations have collapsed."

Qin Zhan revealed a piece of top-secret intelligence.

"Someone wants to interfere with the Thunder Sovereign's Divine Revelation Mission."

"We must secure the mission first."

"Coordinate with Wen Yan. Once the range is narrowed down, bring everyone suspected of triggering the Divine Revelation Mission back to the Fangs base!"

"Even if you have to kidnap them, bring them back to me."

Zhong Huai stood at serious attention, his heels clicking together with a dull thud.

"Understood!"

"I'll go meet up with Wen Yan immediately."

The call disconnected, and the communicator screen went dark.

Zhong Huai pulled up the internal positioning system and entered Wen Yan's employee ID.

A green dot flashed in the center of the screen.

Coordinates: Organization VIP Panoramic Box.

Zhong Huai's face flushed with anger.

"Damn!"

"This kid is actually watching the match on-site!"

"While I'm downstairs haggling with capitalists, he's upstairs enjoying the show in the AC?"

The resentment of a corporate drone instantly surged to the top of his head.

Zhong Huai strode off toward the exclusive elevator.

Along the way, giant virtual projections looped tonight's match list.

Hundred-man Melee. Mythic Rank Genius versus the Unbeaten God of Slaughter.

The entire dome of the venue vibrated with the roars of the peripheral audience.

As Zhong Huai walked, he tapped open his personal terminal.

He casually checked the internal betting page of the Organization.

In just a few hours, the hype for this match had become utterly ridiculous.

The traffic pool was practically bursting.

"Surprisingly, there's rarely any official intervention to control the odds?"

Zhong Huai looked at the jumping data on the interface, somewhat surprised.

Has that old fox Chen Jing turned to charity today? Letting the retail investors hedge against each other?

Interesting...

He put away the terminal and quickened his pace toward the exclusive elevator.

Organization, Hundred-Man Waiting Area.

Xu Biao wiped a handful of sweat from his chin.

He turned to look at the tall silhouette standing in the corner.

Then he turned back, looking through the bulletproof glass at Lin Yao, who was still warming up on the field.

Xu Biao raised his right hand and slapped his forehead hard.

This whole thing was beyond absurd!

He, Xu Biao, had been in the Organization for many years and had seen his share of big scenes.

But today's situation had truly fried his brain.

That Little Girl named Lin Yao had been incredibly arrogant when she first arrived.

Xu Biao had originally intended to teach this minor a proper lesson on stage about the harshness of society.

As it turned out, things had changed.

The 'harshness of society' itself had arrived.

And it was a top-tier heavy firepower model supplied directly by the military!

The God of Slaughter, Yan Po Jun!

To deal with a high school girl who wasn't even weaned yet, was it really necessary to invite this ancestor out?

Xu Biao looked around.

The 141 unlucky bastards in the waiting area were all standing pin-straight against the walls.

Not a single person dared to move toward the center.

The middle was an absolute vacuum zone.

Everyone was deliberately controlling the frequency of their breathing.

Xu Biao swallowed hard.

He ran the numbers in his head.

Once they got on stage, should he rush up to steal a kill, or just stay quiet and be a background character?

Steal a kill?

He didn't want to be accidentally 'delivered' to the afterlife by one of God Yan's area-of-effect attacks.

Xu Biao touched his right ribs.

He had suffered a comminuted fracture there once; though it had healed, it was starting to ache faintly now.