The Rebirth of the Legendary King

The Rebirth of the Legendary King
A Man


"Don't worry. I will send an elite force to guard the Bo Family" Ling said. He planned to bring in several members of the Combat Organization.


"Ling X is back. Maybe you don't know who he is. But he is the greatest man here. I see you know Mei Mengyi and Wei Lang. You can ask them about Ling X. If anything happens, you should ask for his help," Bo Minghao said at length. He said it all in one breath.


Ling just nodded in response. No one knew who was behind Ling X's mask. So it was natural for Bo Minghao to behave like this.


It seems that the issue of the piece of paper is indeed not simple.


If they were really eyeing the piece of paper, Bo Minghao was indeed in a dangerous position since they only knew if Bo Minghao inherited it. They did not know if the piece of paper had changed hands.


Moreover, Bo Minghao was the head of the family here. Among all the family members, Bo Minghao was the most powerful. If Bo Minghao left, it would be the destruction of the Bo Family.


Not to mention Chen Lin's grief.


At this moment, Ling's task was increasing.


After a while of reassuring Bo Minghao, they returned to the dining room. By now Bo Minghao was already feeling even more relieved. His face was not worried.


"Zhao Nuan, I'm waiting for you in the back garden" Ling said. He did not sit first. He immediately stepped into the garden behind the Bo Family home.


Zhao Nuan immediately ran after Ling. He did not know the layout of this house so he was afraid of roughness. Though Ling also did not know the layout of this house. But he chose to follow his instincts.


Ling finally reached the back garden. This house is very large. It was almost as vast as the Chen Company. The Bo family is not called rich for no reason.


"You are Brother Chen?" zhao Nuan asked bluntly. He had heard a little story from Zhao Ran. Zhao Ran was also willing to tell a story because Zhao Nuan had already given her an excuse.


"What do you care?" ask Ling Ketus. He sat down and crossed his legs.


"I can explain," Zhao Nuan replied. His expression looked more serious than before.


"I don't need your explanation. Where's Uncle Zhao?" asked Ling asking about the whereabouts of Zhao Ran's father. He did not care about Zhao Nuan's reasoning. As long as Zhao Ran forgave him, that was enough.


"Uncle Zhao is still with Pegasus. I hope he's okay when Pegasus finds out I ran away from them" Zhao Nuan said. He looks very sorry.


"Do you know who is the leader of Pegasus?" ask Ling directly to the core.


"I never knew. He never wanted to show a face, just like Ling X," Zhao Nuan replied. He did not know if the Ling in front of him was Ling X.


"Do you know his features?" ask Ling again. The mastermind behind all of this must be only one person.


"He's a man" Zhao Nuan replied. He was very confident in this answer because he had heard it from several members. Even though he covered it, there must be someone who knows whose face and who he is.


It was that rumor that appeared among them.


*


"Tomorrow will be held auction. Do you want to come?" bo Minghao asked as they were having breakfast.


"Of course," Ling replied casually. He was the first to finish his meal.


Right now, Bo Shin was at home. He just returned from abroad. He was excited to see Ling today.


"First Brother, tomorrow I'll pick you up at university" Bo Shin said sincerely. He really wanted to get close to Ling.


"No problem" Ling replied. He got up from his seat and went into the room.


If it was indeed an auction event, then he would have to make some valuable items. And the most valuable of them is potions.


As a Physician God, making potions was an easy matter. He could make a high level potion and sell it If in an auction, the price would double. So, Ling was actually taking part in the auction event tomorrow.


Even though he could make his own weapons, it still needed money.


Potion after potion began to finish. Ling rested his body which lost a lot of energy. He drank his homemade potion.


When he closed his eyes, his phone rang. There's a message coming in.


[You don't want to attend the new potion academy?]


That was Grandpa Liam. The reconstruction of the potion academy is done. It should be a ribbon cutting event today.


Ling rose from his sleep.


He cleaned up the ingredients that were scattered. Then, he stored the ingredients of the potion he had made.


He took a jacket and a hat. After a moment of looking at his face in the mirror, he stepped away.


But when he met Uncle Qian, he said, "Uncle, I'm hungry."


Uncle Qian had already been in front of Ling's room since earlier. He had already called Ling dozens of times but there was no answer. If Ling had locked himself up like this, of course he was hungry.


"Food is ready. You can eat," Uncle Qian said with a smile. He stood and waited for Ling to come down.


Hearing this, Ling immediately went down. He saw no one at the dinner table. But there is still plenty of food here.


He also began to eat well.


Ling ate while playing the phone. He replied to Grandpa Liam's message.


[I'll come.]


After replying to the message, he left his phone for a moment. This food is better when eaten when hungry. Ling ate it.


"Where are you going?" asked Chen Lin who had just exited the room. He saw Ling was neat.


"The Potion Academy," Ling replied briefly. He finished his meal immediately.


"Alright, take care of yourself" Chen Lin said. Ling just nodded. Then he wiped his mouth with a tissue. After drinking, he kissed Chen Lin's cheek and passed away.


On his way in the Bo Family car, Ling sent a message to A Shui.


[Prepare housing for the Zhao Family. I want it done soon.]


It didn't take long, A Shui replied.


[Okay, King.]


Ling did not reply to the message again. He looked ahead of the road. As he was daydreaming, suddenly one memory just flowed in his brain.


It was a memory of a bomb.


These bomb assemblies can destroy thousands of residents.


In that memory, Ling saw the details of the bomb-making. Ranging from materials, techniques, to patterns engraved on it.


But there is something strange.


Ling felt when making the bomb he was not alone.