198: Chen Fan entered the game on the 9th day and was desperate.

“Cough cough... Ah... Ah...”

Nosebleed flowing back into his throat made Chen Fan incredibly miserable.

Under Chen Beixuan’s rough dragging, his head kept hitting the uneven steps.

Bang... Bang... Bang!

At this moment, he couldn't care about the pain in his body; his heart was already in turmoil!

His father could actually stand up!

So, all those years before, it was all a deliberate disguise???

Just that big flying kick, what elderly person could do that!

Oh, my dear father!

You are a ruthless person!

Thud—

“...Ah!”

Arriving at the forest clearing from the morning, Chen Beixuan threw him several meters away, making him fall to the ground, followed by another round of wailing.

“...Dad! I was wrong.”

“I was really wrong!”

“I shouldn't have abandoned you and Xiao Lu, I shouldn't have...”

Before he finished speaking, Chen Beixuan kicked him over again, his face grim.

“Don't mention Xiao Lu to me! You don't deserve her!”

Chen Fan rolled on the ground once, then quickly scrambled up on all fours to grab his pant leg.

“Dad! Please... Please forgive me, I... I really realized my mistake!”

“I've already divorced Liu Ruyun, and I'll never marry again! I'll take good care of Xiao Lu... Dad!”

“Besides... Xiao Lu can't be without a father either!”

“...You have to think for Xiao Lu!”

Slap!

Chen Beixuan delivered a powerful slap that sent him flying, sliding nearly two meters.

Chen Fan felt his head buzz, as if it was about to explode, making it impossible to think effectively.

He lay on the ground, twitching uncontrollably, drool wetting the ground, his eyes rolling back.

“Don't let me see you again, or it won't be as simple as a slap.”

Chen Beixuan looked down at him with indifferent eyes, then turned and left without hesitation, leaving Chen Fan twitching on the spot.

For a moment.

He really wanted to slap Chen Fan to death and throw him into the lake to feed the fish.

But whether he could draw mana feedback tonight still required an insurance policy, so he would spare his life for now.

They say even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs.

But Chen Beixuan had never regarded Chen Fan as his son; if he died, he would only clap his hands in delight.

Hmm...

No.

He would be sad.

Sad that there would no longer be such good sacrificial material...

...

More than half an hour later.

A round figure found the place and, upon seeing Chen Fan lying on the ground, his eyelids twitched violently.

“Chen Fan, Chen Fan, wake up!”

Manager Zhang reached out and grabbed his collar, shaking him hard, but his hand came away slick and greasy.

He instinctively brought it to his nose and sniffed.

“Ugh~”

A foul smell rushed into his nasal cavity, immediately causing physiological discomfort.

Manager Zhang looked at the glistening drool dripping from Chen Fan's mouth, seemed to understand something, and immediately retched again.

“Ugh——”

He forced himself not to vomit, quickly wiped his hands on Chen Fan's clothes, and then continued to call out.

“Chen Fan, wake up!”

Amidst the continuous shaking and shouting, Chen Fan slowly regained consciousness.

Memories gradually returned, and a surge of grievance welled up in his heart!

“Waaahhh... My dad wants to beat me to death...”

“He said not to let him see me again, or he'll kill me... Waaahhh...”

The scene of the Fire Cloud Evil God's painful breakdown was replayed here, with Manager Zhang as the sole audience.

He found it strange.

What kind of deep hatred did these father and son have!

His face was swollen from the beating; was this really his biological father?

This was clearly an enemy!

Manager Zhang stood up with difficulty, stretched his numb feet, and fell into deep thought as he looked at the crying Chen Fan.

Could it be...

This kid, Chen Fan, was still hiding other things?

Thinking of this, Manager Zhang sat down on a nearby bench and gently coaxed him.

“Chen Fan, are you... still hiding something from me?”

“If it was just not visiting home for many years, would your father, Old Man Chen, hit you so hard?”

“If you keep hiding it, I can't help you even if I want to.”

“Tell me, what other conflicts are there between you two?”

Chen Fan stopped crying upon hearing this and fell into silence.

He had thought that sincere apologies would mend their father-son relationship.

But he underestimated Chen Beixuan's vindictiveness and overestimated himself.

With his mind in a muddle, he chose to throw caution to the wind.

“The companion girl I promised to find for you back then was my daughter, Xiao Lu.”

Boom!

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck Manager Zhang's heart, leaving him charred on the outside and tender on the inside!

All the doubts at this moment were like clouds parting, becoming clear and understandable.

What nonsense about relatives being unable to raise her...

It was all you, Chen Fan, driven by greed!

If someone were to sell their own son, he wouldn't forgive that person either!

No wonder Old Man Chen wouldn't forgive you, no wonder he wanted to kick you.

He even wanted to go up and kick him a few times!

Was this even human behavior?

Manager Zhang suppressed the anger in his heart, gritting his teeth and shaking his head with a sigh.

“Chen Fan... you really are a scoundrel...”

After speaking, he got up to leave, but Chen Fan frantically grabbed his pant leg.

“You said you'd help me, don't you want to get promoted to headquarters anymore?!”

Manager Zhang paused, forcefully shook off his hand, and said calmly.

“I do want to get promoted...”

“...But I want to be a qualified father even more.”

“Don't come looking for me again, take care of yourself...”

Manager Zhang left...

Chen Fan slumped to the ground, lost in despair...

...

“Xiao Lu, online!”

“Yay! Time to play games!”

The old man and the young girl happily lay in the game pods and pressed the start button.

“Game, start!”

A flash of white light, and the two returned to the tavern.

Pedro and Han Dapao were slumped on the table, fast asleep, a pile of empty wine bottles indicating the fierce battle of the previous night.

Waking up the two groggy men, the four immediately headed to the blacksmith's shop.

“The forging was a success, take a look!”

The blacksmith placed the super distance divine ring into his palm, glinting with golden light.

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【super distance divine ring】: Level 90 Gold Divine Artifact (Ring enchanted)

Effect 1: Magic Attack +7400 ↑

Effect 2: Intelligence +910 ↑

Effect 3: Skill Final Damage 40%.

Effect 4: When dealing damage to targets beyond 20 meters, Effect 3 is doubled.

Effect 5: 【Super Distance Guidance】Marks a target with a red heart, allowing spells to ignore casting distance on marked targets. Only 1 mark can exist at a time, disappears after triggering, no cooldown, can be removed.

Enchantment Stat: Basic casting distance increased by 100%.

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“Increased casting distance, very good, very good.”

This type of stat is relatively rare and considered a high-quality stat.

After equipping it, he checked his current casting distance.

Current Casting Distance: 904 meters.

While others were still under a hundred meters, he was already approaching the 1000-meter mark.

This was a bit terrifying.

When the league starts tomorrow, opponents wouldn't even see him before being struck down; he felt sick for them.

“Excuse me, are you Demon-Slaying Hero Chen Old Man?”

At this moment, a soldier ran over and asked.

Seeing him nod, the soldier stated his purpose.

“Hello, Hero, the demon armies from various regions fully retreated last night. The King has asked me to invite you to the commendation ceremony; we are just waiting for you.”

Oh? The reward is coming.

Chen Beixuan's eyes lit up.

“Good, good, lead the way.”