Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 120 The Great Witch's Protection

Chapter 121 The Great Witch's Protection

Zhang Qingzhe simply shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said calmly. "I was originally somewhat interested in the Card Masters Association."

"That's perfect! Join now!"

"But," Zhang Qingzhe looked up, his gaze sweeping over the figures still arguing outside the car window, "the sight of your infighting gives me a bit of a headache."

In his previous life, although he did not formally enter the system, he had already witnessed the essence of various office struggles while interning with professors.

He deeply understood this at that time:

Treating patients isn't tiring; what's truly exhausting is dealing with the complex interpersonal power struggles and buck-passing.

Now that I've traveled to this world, I'm seeing this familiar scene again.

Adding to the extreme physical exhaustion, a feeling of disappointment and weariness quietly spread.

perhaps----

Joining that sorority centered around "witches" would be a purer choice?

At least most of those witches are straightforward and disdain scheming in such matters.

Even if conflicts arise between them, they prefer to resolve them with a decisive duel.

Thinking this through, Zhang Qingzhe looked at the gray-eyed man again and gave a clear answer: "No need, uncle. I've decided to join the Witch Sisters."

"Young man, what are you thinking about?!"

The gray-eyed man almost jumped up, looking at him with a "Are you crazy?" expression. "Spending time with those capricious witches?"

"Are you tired of living?"

Zhang Qingzhe didn't explain, he just smiled and looked down at the other person's severed arm that was hanging limply.

"Uncle, is your hand alright?"

The gray-eyed man glanced down at it, seemingly unconcerned.

"Don't worry about that, we'll just have the healer adjust it later. Oh, by the way."

He didn't forget to promote his membership again, "Our association offers top-tier public medical insurance! If you join, you won't have to worry about getting injured or sick!"

This uncle really went to great lengths to attract people.

Zhang Qingzhe even felt that he was wasting his talents as a hunter; if he were to go into sales, his performance would surely be outstanding.

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, the gray-eyed man could only sigh, turn around and climb out of the car again to continue his verbal sparring with the other group.

However, the debate remains unresolved.

Not only did those people not receive the expected bonus, but their companions were also humiliated by being thrown out by Zhang Qingzhe, making them even more indignant.

A burly hunter stepped forward from the crowd, his face ashen, his hand already on the card pack, seemingly preparing to save face through a "duel".

The atmosphere on the scene immediately became tense again.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a deep and powerful roar of an engine came from afar, tearing through the stagnant air above the park!

A Porsche sports car, its color as fiery as fire, ignored the outer cordon and drove straight into the core area.

The dazzling paintwork cast a striking red line in the afternoon light, and with a clean and crisp drift, it came to a steady stop next to the armored vehicle.

The car door swung upwards.

Xia Qiwei's slender figure stepped out of the driver's seat, her leather boots clicking crisply on the ground.

She was wearing a red dress today, her long hair fluttering freely in the wind. Her delicate face was expressionless, except for her sharp eyes that swept across the entire room.

"Where are my students?" she asked, her voice not loud, but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

After figuring out her identity and purpose, the tall hunter from before immediately squeezed in front of her, demanding an explanation from her, the "teacher," and listing all of Zhang Qingzhe's "misdeeds."

Xia Qiwei listened quietly for a few minutes and roughly understood what had happened.

Then, she didn't give the other person another chance to continue nagging.

Without even a further explanation, a card was already between his fingers.

A flash of lightning disappeared from the card's surface.

The hunter on the opposite side also reached for the card pack at almost the same time, but was noticeably slower.

Before his fingertips even touched the edge of the card, a streak of azure lightning shot from Xia Qiwei's hand and struck him precisely in the chest.

His tall body convulsed violently, then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Xia Qiwei didn't even glance at her fallen opponent.

Her gaze swept past the silent crowd and landed directly on the armored vehicle.

"Zhang Qingzhe, come out quickly, I'll take you home."

The hunters from the Card Master Association were shocked to see Shakivi suddenly knock out her companion without warning.

After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd gathered around in a fit of rage.

The gray-eyed man tried his best to spread his arms and stand between the two sides to control the situation.

But the tense atmosphere on the scene had reached its limit, and a major conflict seemed inevitable.

"Everyone, calm down! Don't do anything rash!"

The gray-eyed man raised his voice and shouted, "We're gathered here to deal with the dragon scourge, not to cause trouble among ourselves!"

Xia Qiwei stood in the center of the crowd, but her expression remained indifferent.

It was as if she was declaring with her attitude that even if everyone here attacked her together, she could easily defeat them.

Her purple eyes slowly swept over the faces, some angry, some fearful, her voice clear and calm: "I heard about it on the way here. You want to force my apprentice to submit?"

There was a hint of danger in Xia Qiwei's tone.

"Then let me make this clear to everyone—he is here today to carry out a task assigned to him by our Witch Sisters. Everything he does is the responsibility of the Witch Sisters."

"If you have any objections to this, or any questions about the distribution of the prize money—"

A faint, chilling smile curved her lips. "Just come directly to the Witch Sisters Association."

"The Witches' Guild? ————"

The hunters looked at each other, their anger quickly replaced by a sense of apprehension.

The historical weight this name represents, and the mad witches behind it, clearly forced them to reconsider their current situation.

Inside the explosion-proof vehicle, Zhang Qingzhe finally breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing these words.

My tense nerves relaxed a little.

Xia Qiwei bent down, leaned into the car, and said to him, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The police officer who had been taking the statement earlier quickly stepped forward, looking troubled. "This—Miss Witch, I'm afraid you can't leave yet."

He turned to Zhang Qingzhe, his tone becoming businesslike: "Young man, as far as we know, you are not a registered hunter. However, you were carrying two [Combat Cards] and used them in public. This—has violated the relevant regulations."

Zhang Qingzhe's heart sank immediately.

Not only was he helpless, but he also felt a pang of guilt because the number of battle cards in his [card pack] was far greater than the officer had imagined.

Aside from the few cards he used himself, he had over a hundred [Fireball] cards prepared to be given to Wang Dong.

This is practically a mobile arsenal!

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