Chapter 565: Chapter 571: Sworn to Protect the Zhou Emperor! The Scene Turns into a Battlefield
On the big screen.
Facing Welt’s inquiry.
Sunday remained composed as ever.
Turning back, he said, "I’m fine."
Then, in a tone that seemed both intentional and unintentional, he added, "Although the Stellaron incident has been resolved, there may still be those with ulterior motives."
"You’re right to remind us, sir. We’ll take a detour. Please be careful as well."
Just as the two were about to leave, Old Yang suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "Wait—"
Sunday and Wonweek’s expressions changed instantly!
Had they been discovered?
However,
Old Yang’s serious expression suddenly softened.
"Although dreams are safe, please be mindful of the passing vehicles."
Sunday nodded, "Thank you."
...
"Hahahaha, Uncle Yang, you’re so thoughtful!"
"Ugh, what a letdown. I thought they were going to fight."
"Is this really just a reminder for ordinary people? Or is it hinting at something? Did Old Yang realize it was Sunday?"
"I feel like Uncle Yang’s expression is quite meaningful!"
"Wow, what a psychological game!"
"Passing vehicles: referring to the Astral Express."
"Old Yang: Calling the train’s strategic weapon! The distant horizon’s long note!"
"Translation: If you don’t behave, Pom-Pom will drive the train and run you over!"
...
On the scene.
Many players were also chiming in with their own jokes and comments.
However, in one particular area,
the atmosphere was completely different from the rest of the players!
Several players seemed to have turned into statues!
Their eyes were fixed on someone sitting in a seat!
To be precise, it was the female Intellitron!
Wonweek’s exposure had already made some players suspicious.
And now, this scene confirmed it all!
The female Intellitron sitting next to Wonweek looked exactly like the image of Sunday in Old Yang’s eyes!
This was enough to prove—
He,
was Sunday!
Sunday is right next to me!
After a brief moment of shock,
a player asked in a trembling voice, "Sunday... no, Mr. Sunday, is it really you?"
Seeing that his disguise had been exposed, Sunday decided to drop the act and come clean.
The surrounding players felt the figure before them blur slightly.
When their vision cleared, the cold female Intellitron was gone, replaced by the dignified Sunday!
"Everyone, I apologize."
"My current identity is special, so I had to use a disguise to watch the scene here..."
A hint of melancholy flashed in his golden eyes.
His ear feathers trembled slightly.
He was weighing his words.
Soon,
Sunday spoke again,
"If possible, please keep this to yourselves."
"Let’s continue watching the scene here in an orderly manner."
Sunday’s wish was naturally a good one.
Even though his identity had changed, he still wanted to try to control this small area.
However,
the next second!
A woman sitting in the back row seemed to finally react!
She let out a scream!
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
"It’s really Sunday!!!"
This scream was like the dawn breaking through the night.
The other players who were still in shock also reacted!
The area erupted in chaos!
"Oh my god! I can’t believe my eyes!"
"I knew choosing this seat was the right decision! Sunday is sitting next to me!"
"I hit the jackpot, the big jackpot!"
"This live viewing is so worth it, there’s even a special guest!"
"Ahhhh! I touched Sunday’s hand!"
Like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
The anomaly in this area quickly drew the attention of the entire venue!
At first, it was the players from nearby sections.
Not knowing what had happened, they all stood up to look in this direction!
"Holy crap, it’s like an explosion over there!"
"What’s going on!"
"Holy crap! I saw an old acquaintance!"
"Sunday? Huh? Sunday is here at our venue, and he’s sitting in our section?"
"Is it really him? Are you sure it’s not someone cosplaying? Or a Masked Fools impersonator?"
"Wonweek is here too! It’s definitely them!"
Like a wave, the news that Sunday was present spread further and further!
Soon,
The entire venue was in an uproar!
Everyone stood up.
Some took out their cameras, trying to capture a photo of Sunday, while others tried to squeeze into that area to see him in person!
Some players even wished they could fly over!
What was once an orderly scene had now descended into chaos!
Flashlights flickered one after another, and various light effects intertwined!
The organizers aimed the camera directly at the area where Sunday was seated!
The big screen was split into two.
On the left was the ongoing live broadcast of the story, and on the right was a close-up of Sunday and Wonweek’s faces!
Wonweek was completely stunned...
Originally a fugitive hiding in disgrace, he was suddenly thrust into the spotlight, bathed in flashes and the big screen!
In just a few minutes, his situation had turned upside down.
His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit his own fist.
He was utterly at a loss!
Sunday, on the other hand, lived up to his reputation as the former family head of the Oak Family.
Faced with this situation, he remained composed!
Though his hands seemed a bit restless.
His fists clenched and unclenched.
But all of this was just a facade.
Sunday’s back was already drenched in sweat.
For him, this situation was no different from a public execution!
His pride in composure and self-discipline was completely shattered under this overwhelming wave!
Now, he could only hope that the Bloodhounds of his family would arrive soon...
Even being locked in a prison cell would be hundreds of times better than this!
On the guest seats.
All five members of the Astral Express Crew stood up!
When Sunday’s image was exposed on the big screen, each of them instinctively drew their weapons!
Their gazes focused on Sunday!
This scene was captured by the venue’s cameras.
The Astral Express Crew, ready for battle...
Facing the cold and ruthless Sunday above.
The surrounding players were all blurred out.
Paired with the light effects on site.
Sunday looked as if he was sitting on a throne!
The Astral Express Crew below were the brave and fearless warriors,
Challenging the unshakable king!
This scene,
Directly elicited cheers from the entire venue!
"Ahhhhhh...!!!"
"Holy crap! This sense of destiny! This epic feel...!!"
"Damn it! I feel like I’m in the story right now!"
"Yu Ling didn’t lie to me!"
"Even in such a situation, he remains as cold and composed as ever?! Truly worthy of being the chosen Order Saint!"
"Knowing full well that he’s a fugitive, yet he still dares to come to the scene? Hajiki, you..."
"I feel like he’s about to summon the Divine Lord Sunday any second now!"
"I am willing to become a part of Order, just to defeat the evil Astral Express!"
"Come on! Let’s fight! Pick up your weapons!"
"Swear to protect our Zhou Emperor to the death!"
