Xiao Cheng’s words were half true and half false.
He did worry about Antina, after all, Antina was his wife and treated him well.
But he was more worried that Antina would collude with others to attack Meng Jingwei.
Listening to Xiao Cheng’s words, Antina was stunned for a moment, her shimmering eyes filled with struggle.
“Listen to me, okay?”
Xiao Cheng asked softly.
“No!”
In the end, Antina refused Xiao Cheng’s proposal, “Since it’s so dangerous, I want to fight alongside you even more. If you choose to back out, I will back out too.”
“Impossible!” Xiao Cheng’s gaze was firm, “Qing Muye must die!”
The blood feud with Qing Muye would eventually need to be settled.
Antina raised her hand and pulled Qing Muye’s hand, “Alright, then I’ll accompany you.”
Her slightly cool hand held his palm, and feeling the coolness from his palm, Xiao Cheng’s heart was complicated.
Antina’s European-style eyes were filled with affection, her golden hair was pinned up high, and a natural curl at her temples fluttered in the wind, making her look incredibly beautiful.
Especially with her tall stature and graceful figure, her every move exuded an innate temperament, like an elf queen emerging from the forest, captivating anyone who looked at her.
But Xiao Cheng’s entire heart was occupied by Meng Jingwei. No matter how much Antina loved him or how well she treated him, his heart could only accommodate one person.
The once notorious playboy of Lancheng was, in his bones, a devoted lover.
“Antina, I’ll say it again. Before you came to the Hidden Clan with me, your father repeatedly instructed me to protect you. You should know that he wouldn’t allow you to take such a risk. And I don’t need your protection.”
He once again tried to dissuade Antina, hoping she wouldn’t be so persistent.
The result…
was obvious.
“Number 5, Number 17, Number 583, Number 994, Number 234.”
The loudspeaker on the training ground continuously announced the numbers, calling for the holders to come to the stage.
Meng Jingwei looked at the number plate in her hand, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She turned to look at Qing Muye and waved her plate, “It’s my turn to go up.”
Number 17 was her.
Qing Muye’s eyes were deep, “Number 5 is likely Heka Lingchuan, be very careful.”
“Mmm.”
Meng Jingwei nodded, her gaze meeting Qing Muye’s for a few seconds. Her red lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she chose silence.
She walked out from the crowd.
As she stepped out of the assembled crowd, she realized that besides Heka Lingchuan, Xiao Cheng, Anthony, and a lame man had also emerged.
Meng Jingwei’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt nervous.
She secretly took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and walked onto the high platform.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei was not surprised by the Heka royal family tampering with the hunting event.
She just never expected them to arrange for Anthony and Xiao Cheng to be in the same group as her.
Standing on the stage, Meng Jingwei walked at the very back. The others first signed the life-and-death contract, signed and stamped, then removed all metal items from their bodies and underwent security checks to prevent them from carrying other items up the mountain.
It was then that Meng Jingwei learned that watches were the only personal items allowed on the mountain.
Since it was necessary to check the time after entering the mountain, watches were not restricted.
However, the medicine given by Old Chen Tou could not be brought into the mountain, including… the miniature translation earpiece, which also could not be brought onto the mountain.
But even if they could be brought onto the mountain, without signal, they would be useless anyway.
After the inspection, confirmed to not be carrying any other items, participants could proceed to collect their uniformly distributed backpacks.
The backpacks contained camping essentials, distress flares, and provisions.
After collecting her backpack, Meng Jingwei looked back at the training ground, and from a distance, she seemed to feel Qing Muye’s fervent gaze.
“Let’s go.”
Xiao Cheng’s reminder came from behind her.
She nodded, turned, and walked forward with Xiao Cheng, carrying the heavy backpack.
Ahead, Anthony and Heka Lingchuan were chatting together, while Meng Jingwei was with Xiao Cheng, and the lame man walked alone.