Armor: I can only summon the general

After Zhang Lu and Xin Nan, Wang Yin also arrived at the stadium. Before Xin Nan saw him, he heard his cursing voice.

"…This is just crazy. What do you policemen in City D do? It's the 21st century. Such a thing happened in broad daylight in the city…"

As the sound got closer, Wang Yin's figure appeared in Xinnan's field of vision. He looked very angry, and probably something had happened to him.

After Wang Yin turned the corner and saw Zhang Lu and Xin Nan, he quickly quickened his pace and walked over to them. He stood in front of them with his hands on his hips, still cursing loudly.

"What on earth were the organizers thinking? They had to hold the competition in such a shabby place. Look at the unruly people on the street. They were hacking at people with broken knives in broad daylight and even throwing human heads around. Those are human heads, bloody human heads. Is this still China?"

After hearing Wang Yin's words, Zhang Lu's mind reappeared with the bloody scene, and he couldn't help but retching again.

Xinnan gritted his teeth and said nothing, gently patting Zhang Lu's back, feeling a nameless anger in his heart. He was a little hesitant just now, but after hearing what Wang Yin said, he suddenly felt that this game seemed meaningless.

Before this, Xinnan kept wavering between the two identities of pianist and Flame Dragon Warrior, and it was still the same even before today.

But now, he wished he could rush to the base immediately, take back the Flame Dragon Armor from Amice, and wear the armor to quell the riot.

However, just as Xinnan was about to get up and leave, he thought of Aunt Hui and Minci again.

At this moment they are sitting in the exhibition hall behind them. Not only them, but also their deceased parents, are waiting for Xinnan to appear.

Thinking of this, Xinnan's heart suddenly struggled. It would be more accurate to say that he was hesitating between his small family and the big family rather than wavering between his two identities.

While we were talking, the last contestant, Yang Jun, also arrived. His face didn't look very good either, but he remained calm and didn't show it.

Yang Jun saw the other three contestants gathered together, so he followed and stood next to Wang Yin.

Wang Yin turned to look at Yang Jun and found that he was very calm, so he put his hands in his pockets and asked jokingly: "Did you see anything on the way here?"

"Not only did I see it, I was almost sucked into it. Fortunately, I was sitting in the car, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

After he said that, Wang Yin no longer had the heart to watch the fun. He turned around angrily, snorted coldly, and looked towards the backstage with a bad face.

Yang Jun's face remained calm. He glanced around and noticed Wang Yin's anger, Zhang Lu's fear, and Xin Nan's indecision, so he stood up and said something fair.

"It seems that everyone is not in good condition. I think there is no need to continue this game. I suggest that everyone go to the organizers and ask them to postpone the game."

"Hmph, why postpone it? I'll be lucky to get home alive. Whoever wants to go to the competition can go. I'm giving up. I won't play anymore!"

Wang Yin shouted loudly, venting his dissatisfaction, but in fact it was another way to cover up the fear deep in his heart.

Yang Jun was about to persuade Wang Yin not to be impulsive, but Zhang Lu trembled and echoed: "I don't want to play anymore. I want to go home, go home now, and book the nearest flight..."

Zhang Lu stood up and was about to walk out, but as soon as he stood up, everything in front of him went dark and he fell to the side. Fortunately, Yang Jun was standing in front of him and quickly stepped forward to support him.

Xinnan also stood up, and together with Yang Jun, he supported Zhang Lu and put him on the chair.

Seeing that both of them were going to withdraw from the competition, Xinnan was a little shaken, but he couldn't get over it psychologically. Giving up would be retreating at the last minute, and how could he explain it to his parents?

Just then, several staff members walked over quickly, holding a small square box in their hands.

"Several contestants, judges and audience are already here. The competition will begin soon. Please draw lots first."

“Fuck you!” Wang Yin immediately pointed at the staff member who was talking and started swearing.

"Do you know what happened to us? What on earth did you do? It's so chaotic outside, you can't even guarantee our safety, how can you hold a national competition? I give up, you can give it to them to draw."

The staff was confused by Wang Yin's roar and didn't know what to do for a moment. Yang Jun quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. He first held back the impulsive Wang Yin, then quietly apologized to the staff and asked them to wait a moment.

Then he turned around and glanced at the other three contestants. Wang Yin's face was still full of anger, Zhang Lu's eyes were red, and Xin Nan was staring at the ground in a daze. Only he was in good condition.

“Everyone, don’t be impulsive. Stay calm. It seems that the organizers have not been affected by the outside world. The competition is about to begin. Now that we are here, we should not go back empty-handed.

I know everyone is not in good shape, but that's how competitions are, there will always be all kinds of unexpected things, so cheer up, draw lots and start the competition as soon as possible, finish early and go home early. "

After saying that, Yang Jun turned around and took the box from the staff member. He first handed it to Wang Yin in front of him.

Wang Yin looked at Yang Jun and snorted coldly, but still reached into the box and took out a small ball. Turning it over, he saw a "1" written on it.

"Thank you for your good words. I'll go first."

After saying this coldly, Wang Yin brushed Yang Jun's shoulder and walked to the backstage, saying as she walked: "Tell your host to stop talking nonsense and start the game quickly. If you don't start in three minutes, I will turn around and leave."

Yang Jun was not affected by Wang Yin. He put the box next to Xinnan and Zhang Lu.

"Come on, both of you, draw a number and get ready for the competition."

Zhang Lu raised his head and looked at Yang Jun, then reached out his hand and tremblingly took out a small ball from the box. "2" was written on it. He curled his lips slightly and revealed a timid smile. Fortunately, it was not the last number.

Xin Nan came back to his senses and took out a small ball with "3" written on it. The remaining number four was Yang Jun. The order was exactly the same as the order that everyone performed in the dumpling restaurant yesterday.

"I'm number three, you're number four, Yang Jun, it looks like the champion has been chosen. I'd like to congratulate you in advance."

Yang Jun was very unconvinced by Xinnan's words. He shook his head slightly and said in a low voice:

"The game isn't over yet, it's too early to say that. I'm still very optimistic about you, Xinnan. I've always regarded you as my best opponent. If you don't let the outside world affect you and concentrate on the game, the championship will be yours."

While the two were talking to each other, the competition had already begun. Thanks to the efforts of the staff and with the consent of the organizer, the host's opening remarks were compressed to the extreme. At this time, Wang Yin had already entered the stage.

At the venue, Wang Yin walked onto the stage with his head held high. After standing beside the piano, he first bowed to the audience, then turned around, sat down and began to play.