CHAPTER 1731: CHAPTER 1783: SOMETHING FEELS OFF

The Grand Bishop in Red, many people at most only know his name—Orbach, there is not only one Red Bishop, but Orbach is indeed the most famous one. He always seems to have this face, a bald, shiny head, no wrinkles on the face yet not quite handsome either. He is not tall, about 1.8 meters, and not particularly sturdy, but when he stands in front of you, it doesn’t invoke any thoughts of resistance.

If Mig is the God of War within the army, in the U.S. army, and Gan Ma is the embodiment of a century-old blend of religious thought and warfare prowess, as well as cruelty in India, then the Grand Bishop in Red, Orbach, is a god of slaughter in Europe.

Ironically, Satan, representing the Green Hand Party, and Orbach are exactly opposed. There hasn’t been much conflict between the two, but they are certainly not friends. It would be considered peaceful if there wasn’t bloodshed all over the place from both sides fighting.

After Satan’s rise, he challenged many people, yet there were many he did not challenge. The Grand Bishop in Red, Orbach, who is closest to the Green Hand Party, is a powerful opponent he passed over.

According to Satan’s nature, he would rather lose than not fight at all; at least he wants to fight first. If he doesn’t even fight, it shows the other party’s terrifying nature.

Such a person was silently walking up Fog Island, surrounded by people clad in black robes. Those who knew Orbach’s identity started to whisper.

"Isn’t Orbach here because of Satan?" someone asked the person next to them in a low voice.

The one being asked shook his head, covered his mouth, and replied, "I have no idea. Don’t ask me. By the way, are you sure this is Orbach? How come it feels like he’s a character from history books? Why is he appearing here? And that Gan Ma just now; he came too. Is today going to be a world war? These people who usually cause the earth to shake just by stamping their feet are all turning up."

"Hopefully... nothing happens today. Otherwise, if these people fight, we’ll be the ones to suffer!" said the person, looking around as if searching for a safer place to hide in case those bigshots really start fighting later.

The arrival of the Grand Bishop in Red raised many discussions to a new fever pitch, but some people remained indifferent, like Mig, who still sat cross-legged, floating in space. Mig represents the will of the United States; even a bishop doesn’t merit much attention. Gan Ma represents the original creed of India, naturally opposing Catholicism, so he won’t pay mind either. As for whether they care deep inside, no one else knows.

The men in black moved a large stone for Orbach to sit on. The Grand Bishop in Red smiled, rubbed his shiny head, looked up at the sun above, and slowly sat down. The people behind him stood straight. It’s unclear if they feel hot under this blazing sun.

From Japan, they didn’t send any notable experts this time. After Li Yifei eliminated the Martial God Yanagio Inujiro and overturned the Yamaguchi Group, the Japanese know better than anyone how terrifying Li Yifei truly is. Now they avoid provoking him if possible. Today, they only sent three people: Koboto Kobayashi and two others, representing three factions—a military side, a ninja organization, and the Yamaguchi Group, represented by Koboto Kobayashi.

Of course, there are many subordinates on the yacht, but they haven’t been brought onto the island.

Koboto Kobayashi didn’t talk much with the other two. His relationship with Li Yifei is good. This time he came to cheer and support. If Li Yifei wins, it boosts his confidence; if he loses... Koboto Kobayashi dared not think about it, afraid that just by having such thoughts, Li Yifei would appear in front of him.

As for the other two, they each have their own thoughts, but definitely won’t side with Li Yifei. For them, Li Yifei is an enemy, and they can’t wait for him to just die here today.

On the yacht, Fog Island drew nearer. Li Yifei, having eaten and drunk enough, was enjoying a massage from Sophia. Her two hands, capable of killing a tiger barehanded, pressed on his shoulders, yet felt soft and weak. Li Yifei had to ask her to apply a bit more pressure, but Sophia still didn’t dare to exert force, fearing she might hurt him. Besides, she felt like she couldn’t exert much strength and could only softly massage Li Yifei’s shoulders.

After a while, Li Yifei patted Sophia’s hand and said, "Alright, no need to continue, everything is fine, no need to be too nervous."

"I... am okay, not too nervous," Sophia said, squatting beside him.

Li Yifei glanced at her up and down and then turned his gaze away. This girl...no, this woman is already mature, squatting there, accentuating all the right places. Just a few looks gave Li Yifei a certain impulse.

Now is not the time for impulses. Li Yifei took a deep breath and squinted at the distant Fog Island, chuckling lightly, "I wonder how many people are waiting on the island today."

"It doesn’t matter how many people are there. Master’s definitely going to win!" Sophia had already put away her girlish heart at this point, restoring some killer instinct. Hearing his words, she also looked at Fog Island with a touch of killing intent in her eyes.

This transformation is part of Sophia’s charm. Li Yifei blew out a breath as if that breath alone could scatter the perennial fog lingering over Fog Island.

The phone rang. Sophia turned around to get the phone from the cabin.

Li Yifei saw the number and answered, saying, "Elder Murong."

"Yes, it’s me!" Murong Yuanqing’s voice came through, "Have you reached Fog Island yet?"

"Not yet, but I’m almost there. It’s just at a distance," Li Yifei reclined back and replied.

Murong Yuanqing’s voice grew serious, "Something seems off with this event. You should be extra careful."

"Why?"

"I heard many old timers have gone there. Normally, there’s no reason for them to go. Even if... you and Satan have grown stronger, becoming like us, there isn’t a need for them to go."

Li Yifei frowned and asked, "Elder Murong, who are the people going?"

"Not sure of all, I just found out myself!" Murong Yuanqing briefly listed a few individuals he knew about for Li Yifei. Upon hearing about Gan Ma, Li Yifei’s eyes narrowed, "Elder Murong, I’ve met Gan Ma... during a mission a few years ago, I almost fought with Gan Ma. Later, the state intervened and the conflict was resolved."

"That’s a minor issue. At this level, such conflicts are mere trifles. What I’m mulling over now is why he’s appearing on Fog Island at this time, and what’s the purpose behind it, especially someone like Orbach, still acting childishly for decades, what’s he flaunting on Fog Island?"

"Well... if you don’t know, then I certainly wouldn’t know either!" Li Yifei tapped the deck with his foot, sounding less tense.