"You said just now that you left me an opportunity..."
"Then I'll leave you one too!"
"Turn around and leave here, and I can spare your life."
Ying Chen looked at Xiang Bo and said lightly.
Xiang Bo was not a bad person by nature, completely different from someone like Lin Zhiping.
With his skills, he could have held a higher position and commanded many more people.
But he didn't.
He quietly hid in an archive room, working as a doorman.
Even facing an enemy like Ying Chen, he was willing to leave a sliver of hope.
Therefore, Ying Chen was also willing to give him a chance.
However, Xiang Bo chuckled and then shook his head firmly, "I appreciate your kindness, but leaving here, I'm sorry, I cannot do it!"
"I haven't achieved much in my life, and when I was young, my brain was flooded and I stubbornly refused to contribute to the organization. As a result, my old friends covered for me, helped me, and cleaned up my messes time and again."
"Even this job as the archive room doorman was fought for by them."
"I've been a coward my whole life, and I can't continue to be a coward as I'm about to be buried, can I?"
"So, I must guard this archive room! I absolutely must guard it!"
Hearing Xiang Bo's words, the staff member beside him couldn't help but redden their eyes and pleaded, "Uncle Xiang, give up! Even your Thousand Styles Guanyin couldn't hurt him in the slightest. You're just a mantis trying to stop a chariot! If you fought to the death and it accomplished anything, it would be understandable! But if it accomplishes absolutely nothing, what are you doing it for?"
Xiang Bo glanced at the staff member and said, "You young people will never understand the weight of the word 'faith'. Just like a moth, it knows it will die, so why does it dash into the flames without hesitation? Because its faith is in light!"
After speaking, Xiang Bo looked affectionately at a bronze bugle horn hanging on the wall of the archive room.
This was the army horn from when the Fengdun Bureau was first established.
At that time, communication technology was not as advanced as it is now, so the tradition of blowing the charge horn was still preserved.
When the army horn sounded, it was as if a spirit of unwavering courage was injected into everyone's soul.
Even if faced with a hail of bullets, even if faced with hell itself, they would have no regrets even in death.
And at that time, Xiang Bo's colleagues, in order to protect him, entrusted the task of blowing the army horn to Xiang Bo.
This allowed Xiang Bo to survive numerous dangerous missions.
"Let me blow it one last time!"
Xiang Bo reached out and took the army horn from the wall, carefully wiping the dust from the mouthpiece.
Then he put it in his mouth.
Instantly, a high-pitched, passionate, and stirring horn call resounded throughout the archive room.
In the depths of the void, it seemed as though a certain faith and spirit had been awakened.
The staff members, who had been kneeling on the ground, involuntarily stood up!
They raised their hands and gave Xiang Bo a military salute!
And outside the archive room door, Fengdun Bureau personnel, one after another, were drawn by the sound of the horn.
Their eyes all gleamed with something indescribable, and their faces were filled with resolute and sorrowful emotions.
They resolutely stood behind Xiang Bo!
An invisible aura emanated from each of them, merging with Xiang Bo's horn call, forming a silent pressure that soared to the heavens!
When the tune ended, Xiang Bo, with tears in his eyes, looked at the Fengdun Bureau personnel behind him and nodded repeatedly, "Good! Good! Good! You are all outstanding! With juniors like you, the Fengdun Bureau has no regrets, and the Dragon Country has no regrets!"
"However..."
"The chances of winning this battle are almost zero. You don't need to die with this old man. You still have your precious lives to contribute to the country!"
After speaking, Xiang Bo suddenly振动 his arms.
Instantly, a powerful force surged out, pushing all the Fengdun Bureau personnel behind him out of the archive room.
At the same time, the archive room door rumbled down, sealing the group outside.
"Uncle Xiang!"
"Uncle Xiang!"
The people outside shouted anxiously.
Unfortunately, Xiang Bo was unmoved.
He simply looked at Ying Chen and suddenly grinned, "Do you know? I'm not naturally cowardly, nor am I truly indifferent to fame and fortune, or biding my time."
"Do you think I don't want to achieve great things? Do you think I don't want to stand out? Do you think I don't want to be a hero adored by thousands?"
"I dream of it!"
"But I can't!"
"Oh?" Ying Chen raised an eyebrow.
So Xiang Bo had been hiding his strength and concealing himself here not willingly, but due to other circumstances!
"Tell me your story." Ying Chen said to Xiang Bo in a gossipy host's tone.
"Since I was very young, I've always had the same dream. I thought it was a coincidence and it would pass as I grew up." Xiang Bo's face showed a look of reminiscence as he slowly said.
"But I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape the torment of that dream after I grew up. It was as if it was deeply ingrained in my mind; as long as I closed my eyes, it would appear."
"I consulted countless famous doctors and underwent numerous examinations, but all were in vain. All the doctors told me I was not sick. Only I knew that I was not only sick, but very seriously ill..."
"Until one day, I accidentally stumbled upon the journal of my deceased grandfather, and only then did I uncover this earth-shattering secret. It turns out that this is a curse inscribed on the people of our family! If it were just an ordinary person, the curse's power wouldn't be so strong; but for someone like me, who possesses talent and an impressive cultivation level, the curse's power would become exceptionally strong, and it would be impossible to break free!"
"I was unwilling, and I was unconvinced. I tried many methods to break this curse. But none succeeded."
"Finally, I met an old celestial master who was skilled in talismans. The old celestial master made me a suit of Golden Thread Jade Talisman Robes. The entire robe was made of golden and jade threads, outlining one hundred and eight talismans. These talismans could block all curses, witchcraft, and mental transmissions, suppressing the curse within my body!"
"The fact proved that since I had that suit of Golden Thread Jade Talisman Robes, that dream never reappeared in my mind. However, the only drawback was that I could never take off the robe. Once I took it off, the curse would take effect, and that terrifying entity that had plagued my entire childhood and youth would sense my existence!"
As Xiang Bo spoke, he looked down at the only piece of clothing left on his body.
Talismans were intertwined on it, precisely the Golden Thread Jade Talisman Robes he had mentioned!
"This robe has been with me for nearly fifty years, and it has allowed me to sleep soundly for fifty years. It was worth it."
"Today, it's time to say goodbye to it."
"Old friend, thank you."
Xiang Bo muttered to himself, then abruptly tore off the Golden Thread Jade Talisman Robes!
With a tearing sound of golden and jade threads breaking, only clear, dry muscles were left on Xiang Bo's body!
After tearing off the Golden Thread Jade Talisman Robes, Xiang Bo took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
"That's right, you are very strong, so strong that it makes people despair."
"But it doesn't mean there is no one in this world who can defeat you!"
"At least when it descends, you can only prostrate yourself and tremble under its terrifying might!"
"Appear! My nightmare!"