Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 98 [Sacrifice] Card Self-Destruction

Chapter 99 [Sacrifice] Card Self-Destruction

Zhang Qingzhe instinctively wanted to call the police, but then a question suddenly occurred to him: Chameleons are a type of prophetic astronomy.

Once he notices a change in the people around him, he will likely use the [Illusion School] cards to escape, just like last time.

Zhang Qingzhe gritted his teeth.

There are those who steal for a thousand days, but not those who guard against thieves for a thousand days.

He couldn't let himself and his sister live under constant treachery.

This bastard must be dealt with thoroughly tonight.

Although I didn't see the chameleon in person, judging from the content of the call, that guy must be lurking nearby.

He was truly a treacherous opponent.

Zhang Qingzhe stood up and quietly went into his sister's room.

My little sister is already asleep. Her delicate nostrils twitch slightly, but her cheeks are still puffed out a little, as if she's sulking in her sleep.

She curled up on her side in the soft pillow, the moonlight casting a pale silver hue on her sleeping face.

Her hair flowed like a river, rising and falling gently with her breath, and one hand unconsciously gripped the corner of the blanket.

The straps of her nightgown slipped down to her arms, revealing her crescent-shaped shoulders, which gleamed like porcelain in the dim light.

Zhang Qingzhe extended his index finger and gently touched his sister's cheek.

The little witch's skin was delicate and smooth, and the touch of her fingertips was as soft as touching the finest silk.

"Sleep well! Your brother will protect you."

Zhang Qingzhe quietly left the room and went down to the street.

He stood in the shadows beside the bus stop, silently watching the black sedan.

Time passed by, second by second.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually dwindled, eventually leaving only the lonely night.

The streetlights shone quietly, and tiny flying insects tirelessly bumped against the lampshades.

A man in work clothes sat in the car, occasionally waving his hand to swat away mosquitoes.

He kept glancing at his watch in the car, and as midnight approached, a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He was originally just an ordinary worker, and he could never break through one hundred [Magic Circuits].

They can only do simple jobs, and their income is barely enough to make ends meet. They don't even dare to think about settling down in a big city.

Until someone introduced him to the organization called "Deadpool" —

Although it was only a very low-level member, after being injected with a certain serum...

His [Magic Paths] have experienced a resurgence, increasing to one hundred and fifty in one fell swoop.

He thus became a [formal card master], finally able to use those powerful cards he had longed for.

After completing this task tonight, he will receive a generous commission.

But what excited him most was not money.

Rather, it was an opportunity to kiss the witch.

She is still a high school student in the prime of her youth [Witch].

He could only fantasize about the existence of witches in the past, and never dared to hope that he could actually touch them.

However, just as he was indulging in wild daydreams, a strange buzzing sound suddenly entered his ears.

"Aren't mosquitoes enough? Even bees are joining in the fun."

The man in the work clothes cursed and pressed the window up/down button.

At that very moment—

A wasp suddenly accelerated.

"Smack!"

The car window was easily shattered, and a bee sting pierced his left eye.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The screams ripped through the silence of the night.

His left eye vision was lost instantly, half of his face swelled up at an alarming rate, and tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably.

The streets were deserted by now, and no matter how much he wailed, no one noticed.

The rustling footsteps approached from afar.

Zhang Qingzhe walked over, stepping on fallen leaves, and stopped outside the car window.

"Friend, I have a few questions I'd like to ask." His voice was eerily calm.

"Who are you? I don't know you!" the man in work clothes shouted, covering his eyes and feigning innocence.

"Since I've come to you, you might as well stop acting," Zhang Qingzhe said calmly. "You know who I am."

The man in the work clothes removed his hand from his eyes and stared intently at Zhang Qingzhe with his remaining eye.

The next second, he suddenly pulled out a card and swung it forcefully in the cramped car.

A pure white scimitar appeared out of thin air, slicing out an arc-shaped vacuum blade.

First, it smashed the left car door, then it continued its attack on Zhang Qingzhe with undiminished momentum.

Zhang Qingzhe was prepared and quickly took two steps back.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the man in work clothes slashed open the right-side door of the car, rolled out of the carriage in a disheveled state, and fled frantically along the road.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at the knife—

The blade glowed with a faint blue light in the darkness.

Zhang Qingzhe immediately recognized that this guy belonged to the "Structuralist School".

When watching Gillian Chung's matches before, the most common fighting style he saw was the "Construction School," which is a style of close-quarters combat using swords.

Zhang Qingzhe was not in a hurry to catch up.

He remotely controlled the two-headed crow circling in the night sky, firmly locking onto the opponent's escape route.

The man in work clothes stumbled along as he dialed the phone again.

"Hey! I've been attacked!"

"Who?" The chameleon's voice clearly faltered for a moment.

"That's the student! Didn't you say he was majoring in the [Energization School]? He's actually from the [Life School]!"

"Impossible, my information is absolutely correct."

"Stop being stubborn! I'm already injured, I'm coming to meet you now."

The chameleon paused for a moment, then suddenly shrieked, "Don't come any closer! Are you trying to kill me?"

"I can't hold on much longer, I have to meet up with you!" the man in work clothes shouted stubbornly.

The chameleon's judgment was actually correct.

But the "temporary worker" who partnered with him today was just a low-level member of the Deadpool organization, a mercenary who was purely working for money.

If it weren't for those two loyal subordinates who were tricked and killed by Zhang Qingzhe in front of the hospital.

Even a chameleon wouldn't resort to such a desperate measure as hiring such an unreliable helper.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sinister voice: "If you come over, we'll both be exposed and we'll both be finished."

"What should we do then?"

"Didn't I give you a trump card? Now's the time to use it."

The man in the work clothes paused for a moment before remembering what had happened.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card with a dark red sheen.

Two cold words are branded on the card: [Sacrifice].

This was handed to him by the chameleon when he received the mission.

It was also the first time he had ever touched a Level 4 card, and he was excited about it for a long time.

But whenever asked about the card's effect, the chameleon always gave vague answers.

"Now I'll tell you how to use it."

The chameleon's voice carried a sinister laugh, "You will soon witness its magnificent effects."

Holding the LV4 card, the man in the work clothes seemed to have gained a lot of courage.

Following the chameleon's instructions, he stopped in the empty street and waited patiently for Zhang Qingzhe to slowly catch up.

A question arose in Zhang Qingzhe's mind: Why isn't this guy running away anymore?