545: Chapter 545 Schrödinger is a good-for-nothing, so it's my turn to make a move.

In the middle of the street, a blonde little boy was running.

Perhaps because of the morning rush hour, the crowd was very dense, but the little boy's figure was agile, and he ran faster and faster through the crowd.

Soon he ran to the road, where a few children were gathered in groups of three or five around him, seemingly chatting and laughing.

Waving goodbye, the little boy crossed the zebra crossing and merged into the crowd again. But by this time, he had already become a handsome young man.

He wore a crisp suit and strode forward along the road.

There were fewer people on the road now, and many would subconsciously avoid him when they saw his attire.

The blonde young man held his head high with arrogance and walked all the way to a crossroads.

He looked down at his wristwatch and resolutely chose the shorter path.

He turned the corner, his body had gained quite a bit of weight, and his Face looked more mature and steady.

At this moment, his hands were in his pockets, and his pace was becoming increasingly slow.

It was just that there were no pedestrians on the road anymore, only one or two bodyguards dressed in black keeping watch in the corners.

He just kept walking like this, all the way to the end of the road.

It was an ordinary park bench.

The road directly in front of the bench had ended, and below was an endless abyss, but there was already a person sitting at one end of the bench.

He seemed to be waiting.

The blonde Middle-aged Man paused. The bodyguards beside him seemed to want to protect him, but the Middle-aged Man just waved his hand to signal them not to approach, while he continued to walk forward until he reached the edge of the cliff and looked down.

"It is so high, Tang Pu."

The Middle-aged Man looked at Tang Pu, who was still sitting on the bench and was already fast approaching old age.

And he just revealed a smile.

"Of course it is high. If I climbed for a lifetime and it still was not enough, would that not have been climbing in vain?"

The Middle-aged Man shrugged, not afraid of the abyss, and sat at one end of the bench.

"Do you regret it?" he suddenly asked.

Tang Pu took a deep breath, finally exhaling heavily, his entire shoulders slowly slumping.

"To say I have no regrets would be pretentious, but at this age, even if I am unwilling, what can I do?"

"Did you not try to surrender to Schrödinger?"

"Although that guy is disgusting, in a certain sense, he is quite principled. If you surrender, you might still have a chance to be resurrected."

Tang Pu looked at the blonde Middle-aged Man in front of him strangely.

"Do you still remember how we built our fortune?"

The Middle-aged Man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Right, I almost forgot."

"When we were young, we were full of passion, always betting on this and betting on that, until one day we flipped our car, and after discovering we had nothing left, we swore never to gamble again in this life."

Tang Pu also laughed along.

"Yes, in a place like the Eastern Region, you cannot stand firm without relying on luck and ruthlessness."

"The family business that took half a lifetime of gambling to build was lost all at once. Even though we slowly climbed back up because our Foundation was strong enough, we could never go back to how it was."

"To reach this point today, how many things have I done that I never dared to imagine before."

"If the me from childhood saw the me of today, he would cry."

"Therefore, I have already used the last gamble of my life entirely on Schrödinger."

"I have to say, gambling is truly addictive. I even thought I would win."

The Middle-aged Man calculated the time and said to Tang Pu.

"It is a revolving lantern, after all; time is naturally limited."

"If there is anything else you want to say, say it quickly. Everything is about to end."

Tang Pu raised an eyebrow.

"If I have to say something, it is a real pity that I did not tear down the Changle Palace."

"And also, the last time I lost a gamble, I failed to be promoted to the management level, which caused me to fall into the kill line and lose everything, including my own family."

"But after I entered the management level, I still maintained these things."

"Now I have gambled once more, and this time I bet on myself, and I lost as well."

"So the thing I regret most is perhaps not dying on the kill line because of that last lost gamble, but instead dying at the hands of Schrödinger."

"Dying is too cliché. People like me should deserve to reap what we sow; that would fit my status."

Cracks began to appear on the road around the bench, and the Middle-aged Man gradually dissipated. Tang Pu just sat there quietly, his Face unchanged.

Until there were more and more cracks, and he fell into the abyss along with the bench.

"Yo, Arthur."

Schrödinger's voice came through, sounding somewhat exhausted. Arthur, on the other hand, was frowning tightly while looking at the communication interface.

Just a moment ago, the little black cat he was using for vision disappeared, and before the little black cat vanished, he felt the dissipation of Schrödinger's aura.

The sudden turn of events made him, currently in the research institute, feel absurd, but the next moment Schrödinger sent a communication.

After picking it up, it was naturally an interrogation.

"What on earth happened!"

Soon, the voice came again.

"Nothing much, just did not expect King Dong to actually know Laplace's moves. I truly did not expect that."

"You know, Laplace's ability counters me very well, so King Dong utilized this point and, at the final moment of life and death, threw out the punch that his Dharma Image had not yet unleashed."

"It was the punch he threw before I deployed my Inner Scene."

"That punch did not disappear; it had been hidden by him long ago, waiting until the very end to be used."

"At that time, my consumption was not small, and I had intended to use my Divine Ability to evade that punch."

"But it played right into his hands. He directly used Laplace's move, and among my countless possibilities, he anchored the possibility that I would die under that Dharma Image's punch."

"If I had not activated my Divine Ability, that punch would never have been able to kill me."

"But it just so happened that my death had a probability of occurring, and once he anchored it like that, naturally I was dead."

Listening to the voice that carried a hint of pleasure amidst the exhaustion, Arthur was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging.

However, Schrödinger also felt the other party's anger and hurriedly finished speaking.

"I have already thrown King Dong's body into the spatial channel; you will receive it soon."

"This guy has technically defeated me, so give him some dignity. Do not remove King Dong's position; give me some Face."

"As for me now, I have used my Lifebound Treasure once again to save my life, so I am afraid I must apologize regarding my combat power."

"I will participate in the subsequent plans, but I need to heal my injuries first. Bye-bye."

After speaking, Schrödinger hurriedly hung up.

Arthur was so angry that he kept pounding the table with both hands, and with every strike, he gritted his teeth and spat out a syllable.

"Schrö—din—ger!"

He really did not expect that a dignified Void Refining expert would be beaten to death by a Body Integration Stage cultivator because his cultivation had slipped, and he even had to consume his Lifebound Treasure to save his life.

Now the original plan was completely in chaos.

He had originally intended to use Tang Pu's body as a Foundation to directly replicate an enhanced version of Xiao Sheng.

After all, Tang Pu knows many things; he himself is a very versatile material.

When the time came, as long as Xiao Sheng kept fighting within it, and eventually captured it, then everything would be over.

But now a sudden change had occurred; Schrödinger was severely injured and had gone into hiding, and he alone could not support the situation.

By then, if any accident happened, he did not think Schrödinger would still be of any use.

"Since Schrödinger is a waste, it is time for me to take action."

"Gawain!"

Gawain appeared behind Arthur again, kneeling on one knee.

"Yes."

Arthur looked at the large amount of technology in front of him with an expressionless Face.

"Go extract a portion of the flesh and blood from that headless corpse, then go to King Dong's collection room, move all the collections inside out for me, and send them all to the cloning laboratory."

"At the same time, urge Lianxing Pavilion as well. I will pay extra for those few items in Kaifeng; have them delivered to me as soon as possible."

Although Gawain was very curious, he sensibly did not ask and just nodded in agreement.

Arthur watched for a while and realized Gawain had not left yet.

"Is there anything else?"

Gawain lowered his head and said.

"We have discovered the tracks of the Miechen Sect's Saintess, Ye Qingjue. The other party..."

"No need to say anything," Arthur interrupted.

"Once my new plan unfolds, they will not matter."

"Since the teammates I found are all unreliable, I will just create the strongest teammate myself."

"King Dong's technology can be put to great use."