He glanced at it.

’Great misfortune.’

"Ha."

Zhang Beixing chuckled, looking at his divination sticks, before tossing them before him.

Pointing at the blood-red words ’Great Misfortune’ on the divination sticks.

"Come on, I want to hear your explanation. Just how great is this misfortune?"

At this moment, Zhang Beixing and Li Dongming were communicating in Great Xia language.

Zhang Beixing didn’t continue speaking in his previous broken English. Why bother with that when speaking to fellow Great Xia people?

Looking at Li Dongming’s unchanged expression, Zhang Beixing thought to himself, this kid has pretty decent composure.

Though his face remained unchanged, Li Dongming was actually a bit panicked inside.

He hadn’t expected Zhang Beixing to casually draw and directly pull out a ’Great Misfortune’!

This is too damn ridiculous.

Anyone with half a brain could figure out that with Zhang Beixing’s level of strength, ’Great Misfortune’ is unlikely to occur.

No choice.

Since it’s already drawn, Li Dongming had no choice but to boldly decipher the divination.

"Minister Zhang, according to what’s shown on the divination sticks, something bad may happen to you within the next week. It’s suggested that you remain still and await this period to pass to avoid any unfortunate events."

Watching Li Dongming speak earnestly.

Zhang Beixing also couldn’t help but nod.

This guy, if anything, is quite daring.

No fear of being slapped to death by me later.

"Minister Zhang, divination sticks are too general. Why don’t we try something else and be more specific?"

Zhang Beixing didn’t speak, just nodded.

Then casually picked up a copper coin nearby and tossed it onto the table.

This wasn’t so obvious, at least Zhang Beixing himself couldn’t understand it.

Said to Li Dongming.

"Go on, decipher it."

Upon Li Dongming looking at it, his expression finally changed.

At this moment, his face began to look quite unpleasant.

Stammering without a clue.

After holding it in for a while, finally squeezed out a sentence.

"Minister Zhang, why not try another method?"

Zhang Beixing glanced at him in surprise.

"You’re quite bold, aren’t you?"

Without saying much, he grabbed a tortoise shell, shook it a bit, then placed it back on the table.

Gave Li Dongming a look, as if saying.

Please go ahead.

Li Dongming, a minute later, timidly said to Zhang Beixing again.

"Minister, shall we write a word?"

"?????"

This time, Zhang Beixing finally lost his patience.

He slammed the table and angrily shouted.

"Are you deliberately messing with me here?"

The others waiting, unable to understand Great Xia language, were all startled by Zhang Beixing’s fury.

And because they really couldn’t comprehend what Zhang Beixing and Li Dongming were saying.

Could only look at them dazedly, hearts filled with unease.

Li Dongming’s forehead was now covered in cold sweat, no longer as calm as before.

The man in front of him could truly slap him to death with one hand!

Zhang Beixing, using what little patience he had left, drew a simple stroke on the book.

One horizontal line.

Just one horizontal line.

Without any flamboyance, he tossed the brush aside, staring at Li Dongming.

"Go ahead, decipher it now, right away."

"If you can’t explain one-two-three-four today, don’t expect to get off. I’ll slap you dead later."

"You’ve completely exhausted my patience, I don’t want to give you any more chances."

Li Dongming repeatedly nodded.

When he integrated all the information on the table.

He decided to go all out.

Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.

He said to Zhang Beixing with shocking words.

"Minister Zhang, all these signs indicate that Wu Country, within three days, will be your burial ground!!"

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Great Xia.

In a small county in the Northeast.

Xu Feng, who was already on vacation, lay comfortably on the sofa watching TV at home.

The fatigue from intense fighting around the world recently was finally showing.

Once the taut string in his heart relaxed, Xu Feng adopted a posture he had never done before.

Lying on the sofa watching TV, this relaxed posture was something he never would have done before.

At most, he would not sit so rigidly and formally; relaxing a bit and leaning back on the sofa would have been his limit.

Xu Feng was watching the news.

His sister was cooking for him; he wasn’t married yet, and he had raised his sister, who is still in college and home for the winter break.

For Xu Feng, who was only going to stay home for a few days, his sister naturally took on all the household chores and didn’t let him do anything.

As for this elder brother, Xu Feng, his sister also greatly admired him.

Xu Feng becoming an Extraordinary Reserve Team Member was a point of pride for the entire family.

Especially after learning that Xu Feng was now the captain of the Extraordinary Reservists and the only Martial Artist of Half-Step Grandmaster Realm globally except Zhang Beixing, now just a step away from the Great Grandmaster Realm.

Such achievements were enough for the family to dedicate a separate page to Xu Feng in the family tree.

Not just dedicating a separate page, but rewriting an entirely new book in the family tree for Xu Feng would already suffice.

What’s the concept of Great Grandmaster?

Aside from Zhang Beixing, the last one was Zhang Sanfeng from the Ming Dynasty!

When this example was given, the entire Xu Family was stunned.

His sister placed the cooked dishes on the table and called Xu Feng to have dinner.

When she reached Xu Feng.

Usually sensitive to the slightest wind and grass movement around him, Xu Feng didn’t react at all this time.

He was blankly staring at the news on the TV.

His sister also turned her head to look.

[According to reports from frontline journalists, in the early hours of today, Wu Country’s military claimed that they were attacked by hackers, causing a missile to be controlled and launched at a residential area on the outskirts near the capital. Currently, 300 people have been confirmed dead, 57 injured, and over 460 missing...]

[Among the casualties were important figures such as Simoski, a major entrepreneur from Wu Country, high officials of Simoski Group, and six middle-level members.]

[Wu Country stated that this targeted hacking attack on the military might be related to Zhang Beixing, the director of the Ninth Bureau of the Great Xia Extraordinary Department.]

[President of Wu Country sternly declared that he hopes Director Zhang Beixing can immediately provide an explanation; otherwise, Wu Country may take any action!]

[...]

This news was an insert broadcast, lasting over two minutes.

Insert broadcasts of this length are quite rare.

Xu Feng watched the news with brows furrowed deeply, even after several minutes passed, he still hadn’t come to terms with it.

Was the missile fired by the Minister?

He couldn’t figure it out.

Could the Minister have infiltrated their missile base?

Suddenly remembering something, Xu Feng quickly accessed the Ninth Bureau’s internal network to check.

Indeed, he found records of Zhang Beixing looking into satellite imagery.

Damn! It really was the Minister!

Xu Feng directly confirmed the matter.

Ignoring the food, he quickly got up to put on shoes and clothes.

"You and Mom and Dad eat; I have urgent matters to attend to at headquarters. Don’t worry about me; I probably won’t be coming back during this period."

Walking as he spoke, not waiting for his sister to reply, his brother Xu Feng had already disappeared from the room.

His sister looked at the dishes on the table, more plentiful than even the New Year’s feast.

With a helpless sigh.

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made such a big spread."

Because Xu Feng was now a Half-Step Grandmaster, his appetite was far beyond that of ordinary people.

This table of eight hot dishes and eight cold dishes, Xu Feng alone would consume two-thirds.

If it was just her and their parents, it would probably not be finished in two days.

No choice, his sister could only put away the cold dishes for the next day, and after tidying up, went to wake up their parents.