I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

"Are you scared?" Zhang Yangqing suddenly turned his head, looking directly into the chairman's eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were questioning or scrutinizing him.

The chairman was taken aback at first, then slowly shook his head, a complex yet resolute expression on his face: "Fear? Perhaps a little. Everyone has fear of the unknown and reverence for death, but..."

He paused, his eyes sharpening again: "To witness the 'Heavenly Way' you speak of, to personally participate in this level of competition, even if I die in the end, what does it matter? It's far more meaningful than living in a daze, or dying in a boring world."

He said this with the pride of someone in a superior position and a thirst for "higher-level mysteries".

Death is indeed terrifying, but if one can die on the road to finding the ultimate answer, having witnessed scenery that ordinary people cannot imagine, then for him, it may not be a bad ending.

Zhang Yangqing shook his head, his tone carrying an undisguised "disdain": "See, you're getting emotional again. Be rational. Can you guess why I tried to build good relationships with the boy with the single eye, this crew-cut laborer, and even the villagers along the way, instead of directly plundering or ignoring them?"

The chairman was taken aback. He hadn't really thought about this question in depth, assuming it was just Zhang Yangqing's style of doing things, or perhaps it was for the purpose of gathering intelligence.

Zhang Yangqing answered his own question, revealing the answer: "Isn't it all about accumulating 'good karma' to try and offset or share the potential 'bad consequences' in the future? If we take the fruit of the immortal tree, someone is destined to die to fill this 'pit' and pay this 'price'."
So why are we agonizing over whether it's you or me who dies? Can't we find a way to make someone else pay the 'price'? Like some 'cog' destined to die, or some 'sacrifice' we've prepared in advance?

His words were cold and direct, without any concealment, yet they revealed a chilling, unconventional brilliance of "genius"!
After listening, the chairman was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter filled with admiration and a sense of sudden enlightenment: "Genius! I've met many people who are called geniuses, but today, I still want to say that those people are just ordinary, rule-abiding citizens in front of you! You are the real genius!"

Perhaps at this moment, many viewers watching this eerie live stream have also noticed it.

The chairman, who used to maintain a superior attitude no matter the situation and uphold his authority even when he needed something from others, has undergone a subtle but profound change in his attitude.

Previously, his cooperation with Zhang Yangqing was more like that of equal allies, and he would even occasionally reveal a subconscious feeling that "I am more senior and experienced".

But now, the way he looks at Zhang Yangqing, the way he listens to Zhang Yangqing's words, and even the praise he blurts out, all subtly reveal an admiration and respect that is almost like that of a "little fanboy"!

It's not too difficult to gain the admiration of someone whose abilities are far inferior to your own.

But to truly earn the genuine respect and regard as a "leader" from a top-tier individual whose strength is on par with yours, or even slightly superior in some aspects, and who is arrogant and self-important, is quite difficult.

This requires an astonishingly powerful area of ​​advantage, capable of creating an absolute and overwhelming dominance!

Zhang Yangqing excelled precisely in his understanding of the essential rules of the supernatural world, his accurate grasp of human nature and the situation, and his unconventional, core-pointing thinking.
He not only proved his fighting ability with his strength, but also proved with his wisdom that he "thinks" more deeply, further, and more ruthlessly than others!
This is the fundamental reason why even someone like the chairman admires him.

However, just as the chairman was filled with emotion, his understanding of Zhang Yangqing was refreshed once again, and the thought that "following this guy might really lead to success" became stronger and stronger in his heart.

"boom!"

A dull thud, mixed with a low growl of suppressed anger, came from the direction of the warehouse entrance not far away, breaking the somewhat "philosophical" atmosphere of the conversation between the two.

"What do you mean?! I clearly saw this first! The serial number is correct! Why did you steal it?!"

It was the voice of that crew-cut laborer! It was filled with shock, anger, resentment, and a barely perceptible hint of fear. Zhang Yangqing and the chairman's gazes instantly shot towards the source of the voice like arrows.

Outside the warehouse door, a crew-cut laborer, his face flushed, stood in front of an older laborer who was taller and stronger than him, and who had a hideous old scar that ran diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.

It doesn't look like a good thing at first glance.

The scarred laborer had a face full of fat and a fierce look in his eyes. He was holding an irregularly shaped "soft bag" wrapped in dark gray coarse linen. Judging from its size and features, it was one of the "soft bags wrapped in gray linen" that the crew-cut laborer was assigned to carry.

The scarred laborer didn't bother with any words. With a forceful pull of his wrist, he tried to forcibly snatch the package from under the arm of the crew-cut laborer who was blocking him. His movements were rough and brutal.

"You little brat, I told you this thing is dangerous. I'm helping you carry it, don't be ungrateful." The hoarse, rough voice carried an undisguised threat.

The chairman frowned slightly as he looked at the tense scene, and subconsciously asked in a low voice, "Should we help him? After all, you were the one who 'gave him pointers,' and his survival might be useful to us later."

Zhang Yangqing slowly shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the two sides in the conflict, his tone calm and even: "No need to rush. That kid is just a newbie laborer, but that doesn't mean he's 'incompetent.' Remember, in this world, a complete 'newbie' can't survive, especially as a woodcutter in the mountains where patrolmen frequently appear."

Upon hearing this, the chairman immediately realized what was happening.

Yes, I was almost fooled by appearances.

The short-haired laborer claimed that he used to be a woodcutter in the mountains.

What kind of place is that? The rules clearly mention powerful mountain patrolmen and other unknown, dangerous, and bizarre creatures.

A person who can survive in that environment and has the courage and ability to go down the mountain to the dock to find work is definitely not a pushover!
If they can't even handle this scarred laborer and need their help, then the value of this "backup plan" is greatly reduced, and it might even become a burden.

"I've learned another trick," the chairman thought to himself, gaining a deeper understanding of Zhang Yangqing's ruthless selection logic of "making the best use of resources" and "survival of the fittest."

He stopped talking and focused entirely on observation, feeling a little pleased with himself, thinking that he could indeed learn a lot of practical skills from Zhang Yangqing.

You say Zhang Yangqing is cold-blooded, but in a sense, it's because he has planned everything out, and everyone is just a pawn in his game.

The purpose of doing this is to protect oneself and keep oneself within a safe range as much as possible.

However, Zhang Yangqing's thinking had long since moved beyond the level of "whether a short-haired laborer could beat a scarred man".

His gaze, like a precise scanner, moved rapidly between the scarred laborer, the coveted gray linen bundle, and the reactions of the other laborers and foremen around him.

He was analyzing the scarred laborer's true motives. (End of Chapter)