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After a long and intense half-day competition, the Seed Selection Tournament came to a perfect conclusion.
On the Viewing Platform, the crowd surged, and some spectators began to gradually leave.
Among them, some had flushed faces, clutching betting slips in their hands, looking eager as they seemed to have placed their bets correctly and won quite a bit. Others shook their heads in disappointment, clearly having lost everything.
Bu stood with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, strolling up to Kashati and stopping in front of her. His narrow eyes fixed on the girl, gleaming mischievously with a hint of mischief.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kashati felt a bit shy under Bu's gaze, her flower-like cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she stammered.
"Haha, when did you become so thin-skinned? You're actually blushing; this is quite a rare sight," Bu laughed heartily, teasing her about her bashfulness.
Kashati raised an eyebrow at his words, resembling an angry cat. Her red lips parted as she scolded, "Brent, you jerk! Don't you know that staring at a lady like this is extremely impolite?"
"Ah?" Bu looked surprised for a moment before quickly responding innocently, "I, madam, am looking at you because I want to remember such a beautiful lady like you. After all, who knows when we will meet again after this parting..." He feigned a melancholic expression, shaking his head and sighing as if genuinely reluctant to part ways.
"Uh..." Hearing Bu's words made Kashati feel somewhat awkward. Being simple-minded, she couldn't see through his act and felt a bit guilty about her earlier remarks. She then said, "I'm sorry, Brent. I misunderstood you. Don't worry; I will remember you. We are friends, right?"
"Friends?" Bu was taken aback.
In his previous life, he was a true recluse, so much so that he had become somewhat withdrawn. Thus, the word "friends" felt very luxurious and distant to him.
"What's wrong? Brent?" Seeing Bu standing there in silence, Kashati looked puzzled, her amber eyes blinking curiously.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered something," Bu replied as he regained his composure. Looking seriously at the girl before him, he said, "Kashati, you're right; we are friends. I hope we have the chance to meet again in the future."
He had made up his mind. Since he had arrived in this world, he was beginning a new journey in life.
The past was like smoke, and only by seizing the present and future could he feel that his life was not in vain.
Now, he was Bu, but also Brent. Inside the cold and lonely heart of the vampire, however, a boiling hot lava was brewing.
"Well. Brent, I hope when we meet next time, you will be even stronger." Under her brilliantly fiery long hair, Kashati smiled like a flower.
"It will be as you wish. Kashati, goodbye..." Bu's lips curled slightly, filled with confidence, but more so with a promise—a promise he made to himself.
"Goodbye." With a light wave of her hand, Kashati said no more. Perhaps at this moment, silence spoke louder than words.
Nodding slightly, Bu took one last look at Kashati before turning around and striding away. The wind lifted his red robe like sparks rising, seemingly affirming his fiery determination.
As he walked to the entrance of the Gladiatorial Arena, Bu noticed Warren Earl and his group waiting for him with cheerful smiles.
Seeing Bu approach, Warren Earl laughed heartily and came forward to give him a bear hug, patting his shoulder joyfully. "Nephew! You truly surprised your uncle. First place! Hahaha, you really brought great honor to the Aldra Family. Good, good! Hahaha! When I return, there will definitely be generous rewards."
Warren Earl's face was glowing with excitement as he spoke animatedly, spraying Bu with saliva. One hand rested on Bu's shoulder while the other wrapped around his waist; the posture was indeed a bit overbearing.
Caught off guard by Warren Earl's sudden embrace, Bu felt all his muscles tense up. He forced a smile and pushed Warren Earl away gently, waving his hand. "Oh, Uncle, you flatter me. If there are rewards, the Combat Skills and Amplification Equipment you previously gifted me are already quite generous.
Without those powerful Amplification Equipment and skills, I wouldn't have been able to achieve first place.
I should be thanking you for your kindness." After saying this, Bu felt a bit nauseous inside; it was extremely hypocritical, yet he still had to pretend to be deeply grateful.
At this moment, the fool Bill jumped out, looking smug as he said, "It's good that you have this self-awareness. Don't forget, all your strength comes from our Aldra Family. Otherwise, do you think you..."
"Bill!" Warren Earl timely interrupted, sensing that things were about to get ugly. The stern expression on his face made it hard for others not to roll their eyes in disdain: "What are you trying to show off for? You could have stopped this earlier, but you chose now to play the good cop."
Seeing his father getting angry, Bill huffed in annoyance, shot a glare at Bu, and then shut his mouth.
"Nephew, please don't take it to heart. My useless son has no other skills but loves to talk big. You really don't need to pay attention to what he says." After giving his son a warning glance, Warren Earl turned back to Bu with a smile, his tone so friendly that it almost seemed genuine.
Bu shrugged and smiled nonchalantly, "Uncle, you're exaggerating. I have a good habit of letting noisy words go in one ear and out the other; they don't stick in my mind at all." With that, Bu winked at Bill.
"You..." Bill was furious.
He had seen arrogance before, but never this level of it. This was downright outrageous; even in front of his father, Bu didn't seem to regard him at all.
"Uh. Heh heh, Nephew really knows how to laugh. Haha, alright, we should head back soon. After all, Nephew must be tired after such an intense battle." Warren Earl's expression stiffened for a moment due to Bu's response, but he ultimately laughed it off to ease the tension.
Bu nodded noncommittally; it was hard to feel any goodwill toward this hypocritical old fox.
He had more or less figured out Warren Earl's thoughts. Having just achieved first place in the Seed Selection Tournament, he was riding high on success while the other party was worried about how to put him in his place.
Coincidentally, the fool Bill popped up trying to act tough and voiced some thoughts that were difficult for Warren Earl to express himself. It suited him just fine.
After all, the Aldra Family wasn't a charity; since they had gained benefits, they should also handle matters well and not let their talents go to waste.
He wondered how such a proud person could truly compromise with anyone. Now, the collaboration with the Aldra Family was merely a matter of power dynamics; it was a temporary measure that required him to feign compliance.
Wendy's delicate and slender figure hid behind Warren Earl, her sea-blue eyes occasionally glancing at him, appearing as if she wanted to say something but held back. The affection and sorrow in her gaze made the girl look pitifully beautiful.
He had noticed Wendy from the very beginning, yet even now, he did not know how to treat her. He instinctively avoided the girl.
Although this unexpressed longing was painful, he continued to escape in confusion. Perhaps he liked Wendy, but he had his concerns.
These concerns were represented by the looming Aldra Family and the cunning Warren Earl.
At this moment, he felt too weak, unqualified to love or protect anyone. Because once those words were spoken, he might not have time to protect her before being crushed by the harsh reality.
Taking a deep breath, he slowed his pace. When Locke caught up from behind, he quietly asked, "Have you taken care of what I instructed you?"
"It's already done, Master. You can rest assured," Locke replied softly, as if anticipating the question.
"Good. This is a significant gain. Once we get out, I'll find an excuse for you to collect the money first without drawing attention," Bu Qing said, his eyes sparkling as if he could see a pile of golden Silver Kall flying toward him.
"Yes. You can rest assured, Master," Locke replied with barely audible words.
With a slight smile, Bu Xin felt elated, and his steps became lighter.
Earlier, he had instructed Locke to place all their wealth on bets. Although he didn't know what his odds were, they likely wouldn't be too high; after all, Reilo's reputation still held some weight.
Despite the many formidable opponents, he remained confident in himself and had Locke place all their bets on him finishing first.
Now that I think about it, it was truly a stroke of luck. Even if he were to face Reilo again, he wouldn't have the slightest confidence. The process of achieving this first place was incredibly perilous; if it weren't for his determination to hold on, he would have likely lost midway. At that time, if he had lost, he would have instantly returned to a state of utter poverty.
Thirty Silver Kall, all his savings. Now that he thinks about it, he feels a bit sweaty and is frightened by his own boldness.
If he were given another chance now, he wouldn't know if he would have the courage to do it again. But then he remembered that he had succeeded; thus, thirty Silver Kall, even with just a fourfold payout, would still bring in one hundred twenty Silver Kall.
"Hahaha, I've struck it rich!" Bu Xin laughed wildly.
Just as Bu Xin was reveling in his fortune, a soft yet joyful female voice came from behind him.
"Young Master Brent, Young Master Brent..."
Taken aback for a moment, Bu stopped in his tracks and looked back in confusion, only to see a slender figure of a woman running quickly toward him.
Warren Earl and the others noticed Bu's actions and paused slightly as well, all looking toward the approaching woman. Wendy bit her lip tightly, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
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