Chapter 1 A Trap Question

In the back row of the wide lecture hall for first-year students at the Sage Academy, after Lanqi's words fell, the sudden confrontation seemed to freeze all sound in the air, leaving only a suppressed, pervasive, unbreakable silence.

Even the afternoon light that shone in through the windows from outside the classroom seemed sluggish.

The other students were like statues with various expressions. Some stared at the scenery outside the window, listening with their ears. Some looked down at their books, pretending to ignore everything, and others sat in their seats and looked back.

No matter what, they were all silently eating melon seeds in the back row.

The melon-eating students finally realized what a despicable guy Lanqi was!

His opening sentence was actually a trick question!

Only after successfully inducing Modan's habitual mocking remarks did he issue the subsequent legal warning.

At this time, Modan's face was as black as a pot, and he didn't say a word. He felt as if he had been played by Lanqi.

After a few seconds that felt both short and long.

"How old are you this year?"

Lanqi finally asked again, breaking the silence.

Modan didn't understand what Lanqi meant by asking his age and didn't respond.

Or rather, Modan was no longer willing to answer Lanqi's questions casually.

"He's 19."

Hyperion told Lanqi from the side.

She probably understood Lanqi's intention. After several encounters, she found that Lanqi's thought process was not completely incomprehensible, but it was difficult for ordinary people to keep up.

Lanqi calculated and looked at Modan:

"Then you can come out at 27."

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Modan was stunned, and then he realized what Lanqi meant.

Lanqi didn't seem to be threatening him with underworld jargon, but was seriously calculating the minimum eight-year sentence he, as the plaintiff's lawyer, could secure for the defendant.

"Haa..."

Lanqi yawned, lazily slumped back on the table, and winked his left eye at Modan with a smile.

As if he was just playing a little joke with Modan.

However.

This friendly and non-aggressive behavior, in Modan's eyes at this moment, only made his blood pressure soar!

Modan's pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes were like a powder keg ready to explode. Although the muscles on his face remained still, his throat was tight, as if to prevent the impulsive anger from turning into a torrent of uncontrolled words.

"You should see if you can wait for this Duchess to inherit the Alanzar family first, otherwise everything is empty talk."

Modan finally restrained the anger and impulse that seemed to be ignited by a demon.

"Lanqi Willford, if you don't want your Willford Chamber of Commerce to be implicated, you'd better stop interfering in her affairs."

He stared coldly at Lanqi, who was in a relaxed state, and threatened in a deep voice.

Lanqi frowned upon hearing this.

"So... if I continue to help Hyperion, you will try to bring down the Willford Chamber of Commerce?"

"That's right, our Gassigs Marquis family has plenty of ways to annex your entire enterprise through legal business means at the lowest cost."

Modan became extremely cautious at this moment.

He knew that Lanqi's question was to induce him to say "evidence of a crime" in advance again.

But repeating the same trick was obviously ugly.

Modan smiled coldly in his heart. He was sure that with his power, he had plenty of ways to deal with this self-righteous border boy.

For example, he couldn't possibly not care about his family's Willford Chamber of Commerce!

But the next second.

Modan never expected—

Lanqi was staring straight at him, as if he had seen a savior.

This sincere and expectant gaze couldn't help but give Modan a chill.

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How could a normal person be so unspeakably happy after hearing that their family business was threatened?

How exactly did your father abuse you since you were a child to make you hate the Willford family so much?!

"Business wars are all about the survival of the fittest. You can swallow it if you can. There's no need to notify me."

Lanqi shrugged and said with his eyes closed, looking carefree.

Modan took a deep breath. He finally felt a sense of frustration.

"Lanqi Willford, it's useless to just be glib. Your true abilities will soon be exposed in the Shadow World. I hope you don't embarrass yourself in front of the entire royal capital. Many people are watching you."

Modan also realized that Lanqi's ruthlessness was just like a demon!

No wonder he could get along with Hyperion.

"Hyperion, may this mud boat of yours sink to the bottom of the sea with your pipe dream."

After saying this, Modan turned and left with a gloomy expression.

Modan's words were full of certainty.

Because he knew that if Hyperion wanted to become stronger and have more opportunities to find her father, she could only beg him and submit to him.

One day, she would figure it out and come to him.

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After Modan left, there was finally a continuous murmur of subtle noises in the classroom.

Some keen students realized that the accusation Lanqi had just made against Modan might be epoch-making.

Because since its establishment, many famous universities in the Southern Continent have never had a precedent of successfully suing a fellow student into prison.

Once Lanqi started this bad trend, Hyperion could hire him as a lawyer to threaten Modan.

Then the atmosphere of this Ikriite Academy of Magic was likely to be brought astray by Lanqi.

In the past, if there were irreconcilable conflicts between students, most of them would go to the arena or an artificial Shadow World with life protection to fight.

At worst, they would play hard and gamble on something to have a duel concerning dignity.

However, with Lanqi's demonstration, students would gradually discover—

That the most effective and efficient way to resolve any campus conflict is to find a way to send the opponent directly to prison!

Back row of the classroom.

"Sigh—"

Hyperion finally smiled helplessly.

From the moment she met Lanqi, she felt that this guy was serious and full of absurdity at the same time.

If he was an opponent, he would definitely be a super pain in the ass.

But if he was a teammate, he would definitely be the most reassuring and wonderful freshman.

"Lanqi, thank you."

"It's a small matter. I've always hated fighting and only like to mediate. There's no need for meaningless quarrels between classmates."

Seeing Modan leave, Lanqi趴 lay on the table and murmured.

He felt like he was about to become Emperor Jue again.

Looking at the clock with sleepy eyes, he felt that every minute and every second was torture.

He didn't want to go to class.

Now, he didn't even have the strength to read the law exam book that he had been thinking about.

Just like when he was in high school, when he encountered a subject he hated, he would fall on the table as soon as the teacher opened his mouth.

Lanqi wondered, should he go to the Shadow World today?

According to the school's rules and regulations, if a student is absent from class due to challenging the Shadow World, it will not be counted as truancy, and they will be given a certain period of vacation for adjustment after passing.

In fact, when students participate in Shadow World challenges, the school will award students a small number of real credits based on the difficulty and completion of the challenge—which can not only be used as elective credits for any semester, but can even offset the credits for required courses if there are enough!

Therefore, many stupid martial artists from the Knight Academy have worked hard to challenge the Shadow World and try their best to replace the required courses!

Lanqi felt that he was going to take this path now.

He couldn't help but look at Hyperion.

She seemed to be learning very easily today and didn't seem to be in as much pain as him.

And Hyperion should be a relatively cautious and steady person.

He wondered if she would agree to go on an adventure in the Shadow World with him.