Six of Spades Does Not Need to Bow to Anyone
Endless Reincarnation Cycles, the changing of eras, the Tianshu Domain, the Heaven-Reaching Star Position, Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng, the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path...
"Did someone steal our memories... no wonder."
Sun Bumian looked down at his own palm, then as if realizing something, turned to look at the end of the street. A white-haired figure was standing there, looking at him full of anticipation.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"What a miraculous Curse." Sun Bumian couldn't help but sigh with emotion,
"Stolen memories cannot self-repair, so they let someone else intervene... Chen Ling intervened in my memory, I intervened in Jian Changsheng's memory, Jian Changsheng should be in Chen Ling's memory...
Now, I should be the first one awakened."
Sun Bumian quickly guessed Jiang Xiaohua's intention and also saw through the principle of this Curse... For now, this was indeed the only way for the three of them to break free from "forgetting" and restore their memories.
"Spades oh Spades, it seems this time... I will have to make up for your regrets."
Sun Bumian took large strides and walked forward.
At the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce.
Perhaps because the commotion was too loud, many passersby had already been attracted to the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce at this time. They doubtfully looked at the figure with a lowered head kneeling in the snowy ground, and whispered to each other.
Bang——!
A hard boot kicked Little Jian. The latter groaned muffledly and was kicked over backward onto the ground... The severe pain in his chest made the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, but he only lowered his head, not saying a word.
"Still talking back?" The butler walked in front of Little Jian, while slowly pulling out a leather whip from behind, and said coldly, "Wrong is wrong. Improper work means you should be punished... Kneel down and take a few lashes, remember this lesson next time!"
"..." Little Jian lowered his head and remained silent.
"I'm talking to you, did you hear me?!"
"... Yes, yes."
Little Jian bit his lip and silently stood up from the snowy ground. His body was already covered with dirty footprints everywhere, making him look incomparably sorry.
Just as he was about to kneel in public, a palm steadily supported his shoulder.
Little Jian was taken aback and looked back, only to see a figure wearing an ancient Tang suit and small Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, standing calmly behind him...
"You..." Little Jian looked at that unfamiliar face, his eyes full of astonishment and blankness.
The moment Sun Bumian touched Little Jian, a portion of Little Jian's memories also surged into his mind...
He saw Little Jian living carefully, humbly, and aggrievedly under someone else's roof;
He saw Little Jian, unable to control his own fate, sent into the Ancient Vault of the Military Path;
He saw Jian Changsheng erupting in silence, roaring and killing Yan Xicai, and then saw that demon-like red-clad figure shatter all his hopes and future with a single shot;
He saw Jian Changsheng drifting in the icy sea, breaking down and wailing during three Soul-Shattering Evidence Retrievals, and On The Run like a Dog With No Home in Aurora City...
Luck had never favored Jian Changsheng.
After seeing these memories of Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian's gaze immediately became incomparably complex... He had thought that Jian Changsheng's past would be very miserable, but he didn't expect it could actually be this miserable.
Looking at Little Jian in front of him, whose cheeks were branded with bright red slap marks and whose gaze was sorrowful and broken, a long-lost anger surged into Sun Bumian's heart.
Behind those small Round Sunglasses, his gaze gradually became grim and sharp!
"Why is it you again?!" The butler glared at Sun Bumian and scolded loudly, "This is our Yan Family's family matter, what are you joining in the fun for??"
"You... you should hurry and leave."
Little Jian silently pushed at Sun Bumian's palm, speaking softly in a pleading tone, "Although I don't know who you are, you will get dragged into this... You should go."
"I don't court calamity, meaning I don't want to provoke trouble, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of calamity... Moreover, a mere Yan Family really can't be considered a 'calamity'."
Sun Bumian didn't care about Little Jian's actions, but instead raised his head to look at the butler standing on the steps,
While rolling up his sleeves, he spoke indifferently,
"Today, this auspicious incarnation of mine... will eliminate a calamity for you."
In the next moment, under Little Jian's blank gaze, Sun Bumian's figure charged up the steps like lightning, a fist whistling as it smashed toward the butler's face!
Bang!!
A muffled sound rang out. The butler's nasal bone was instantly smashed and broken, and he directly crashed backward onto the gate.
This punch caused the crowd watching around to cry out in shock. After all, this was the Stars Chamber of Commerce, the Yan Family. Up until now, apart from Enforcers, no one had dared to be so presumptuous at the Yan Family's door!
The butler even saw stars in his eyes. For a moment, he didn't recover from this punch. Immediately after, a figure pressed close to him, fluidly holding up his body, and smashed him into the snowy ground with a shoulder throw!
Fresh blood wildly flowed down the butler's nasal bone. He was currently smashed into the snowy ground in front of Little Jian, and the scene before his eyes blurred... An unprecedented anger and fear surged into his heart.
"Somebody... somebody come!!" The butler let out a sharp cry, "You dare cause trouble at the Yan Family! You're dead!!"
Hearing the butler's shouts, many figures started charging out from within the Chamber of Commerce, and one Enforcer Aura after another surged over!
Sun Bumian, dressed in an ancient Tang suit, stood calmly in front of the door. His hands gently took off the small Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose...
Then casually turned his head, looking at the crowd charging over rapidly in the wind and snow!
Colored flames like an Awakened Lion ignited from his sideburns and pupils, like a furious lion letting out a roar, and a tyrannical Aura agitated outwards in an instant!
"Scram——!!"
Boom——!!
The flying snowflakes were shattered in mid-air. Those charging figures all stayed frozen in place in horror.
Dead silence fell over the street.
The butler stared at Sun Bumian dumbfoundedly, then stiffly turned his head, looking at Little Jian in front of him... He seemed completely unable to understand how Little Jian, just a humble servant's child, would suddenly have someone stand up to back him?
"You... just who exactly are you?" The butler asked hoarsely.
Sun Bumian didn't respond to him, but calmly put the small Round Sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose, casually walking down the steps step by step, arriving in front of the equally sluggish and blank Little Jian...
"I've lived for so many years, and the thing I hate the most is preaching... but this time, I still have to make an exception." Sun Bumian stood still in front of Little Jian and spoke leisurely,
"Jian Changsheng, I know you feel you can't hold your head up here, and you feel life is meaningless... but there is no need to feel inferior, no need to fear... You have more value in living than all of them."
"Believe me, one day, you will rise above all of them... If not, we will back you up."
Little Jian looked at him blankly, seeming not to understand his meaning, nor knowing exactly who the "we" he spoke of were.
Sun Bumian patted the sorry snow off his body... In those lazy pupils, a trace of rare domineeringness inadvertently revealed itself,
His calm voice echoed amidst the wind and snow.
"Remember..."
"Six of Spades, does not need to bow to anyone."