Chapter 887: Spades 6 Doesn't Need to Bow to Anyone

Endless cycles, the changing of eras, the Heavenly Pivot Domain, the Heaven-Reaching Star Position, Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng, the Ancient Imperial Treasury...

"Did someone steal our memories... No wonder."

Sun Bumian looked down at his palm, then, as if realizing something, turned to look at the end of the street. A white-haired figure was standing there, looking at him with anticipation.

The two smiled at each other.

"What a miraculous curse." Sun Bumian couldn't help but sigh.

"Stolen memories cannot be repaired by oneself, so one lets others intervene... Chen Ling intervened in my memory, I intervened in Jian Changsheng’s memory, and Jian Changsheng should be in Chen Ling’s memory...

Now, I should be the first to be awakened."

Sun Bumian quickly guessed Jiang Xiaohua’s intention and saw through the principle of this curse... As far as the current situation went, this was indeed the only way for the three of them to break free from "forgetting" and recover their memories.

After figuring everything out, Sun Bumian’s gaze fell on Little Jian not far away, his lips curling up slightly:

"Spades, oh Spades, it seems this time... it’s my turn to make up for your regrets."

Sun Bumian took a long stride forward.

At the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce.

Perhaps because the commotion was too loud, the entrance had already attracted many passersby. They looked at the figure kneeling in the snow with bowed head, whispering to each other.

Bang—!

A hard boot kicked Little Jian, who let out a muffled groan and was kicked over onto the ground... The sharp pain in his chest made his lips twitch, but he only kept his head down, saying nothing.

"Still talking back?" The butler walked up to Little Jian, slowly pulling out a leather whip from behind, and said coldly, "Wrong is wrong. Poor work deserves punishment... Kneel down and take a few lashes, and you’ll remember it next time!"

"..." Little Jian kept his head down, silent.

"I’m talking to you, did you hear me?!"

"...Yes, yes."

Little Jian bit his lip and stood up silently from the snow. His body was covered in dirty footprints, looking incredibly disheveled.

Just as he was about to kneel in public, a palm firmly supported his shoulder.

Little Jian was startled and looked back. A figure wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose was standing calmly behind him...

"You..." Little Jian looked at the strange face, his eyes filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

The moment Sun Bumian touched Little Jian, a portion of Little Jian’s memories also flooded into his mind...

He saw Little Jian living cautiously, humbly, and stifled under someone else’s roof;

He saw Little Jian’s fate not being his own, being sent into the Ancient Military Treasury;

He saw Jian Changsheng erupting in silence, roaring as he killed Yan Xicai, and then saw that devilish red-clad figure shattering all his expectations and future with a single shot;

He saw Jian Changsheng drifting in the Ice Sea, wailing in collapse during the three soul-shattering investigations, and hiding like a stray dog in Aurora City...

Luck had never favored Jian Changsheng.

After seeing these memories of Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian’s gaze became incredibly complex... He had thought Jian Changsheng’s past would be miserable, but he hadn't expected it to be this miserable.

Looking at Little Jian, whose cheek was branded with a bright red slap mark and whose eyes were sorrowful and broken, a long-lost anger surged into Sun Bumian’s heart.

Behind those small round sunglasses, his gaze gradually became sharp and menacing!

"Why is it you again?!" The butler glared at Sun Bumian and scolded loudly, "This is the Yan family’s private business, why are you sticking your nose in it??"

"You... you should go quickly."

Little Jian pushed Sun Bumian’s hand away silently, pleading in a low voice, "I don't know who you are, but you’ll get dragged into this... just go."

"I don't attract disaster because I don't want to cause trouble, not because I’m afraid of disaster... Besides, a tiny Yan family really doesn't count as a 'disaster'."

Sun Bumian ignored Little Jian’s actions and looked up at the butler standing on the steps.

He rolled up his sleeves and said calmly,

"Today, I, this embodiment of auspiciousness... will dispel a disaster for you."

The next moment, in Little Jian’s bewildered eyes, Sun Bumian’s figure rushed up the steps like lightning, his fist whistling toward the butler’s face!

Bang!!

A dull sound rang out, the butler’s nose bridge was instantly broken, and he was knocked backward into the gate.

This punch made the surrounding onlookers cry out in shock. After all, this was the Star Chamber of Commerce, the Yan family! Until now, apart from the Enforcers, no one had dared to be so presumptuous at the Yan family’s gate!

The butler saw stars, unable to recover from the punch for a moment. Then, a figure stuck to him, framed his body with fluid movements, and threw him into the snow with a shoulder throw!

Blood flowed wildly down the butler’s nose. He was now smashed into the snow in front of Little Jian, his vision blurring... An unprecedented anger and fear surged into his heart.

"Someone... help me!!" The butler let out a sharp shriek. "You dare to cause trouble at the Yan family! You’re dead!!"

Hearing the butler’s call, many figures began to rush out from the Chamber of Commerce, and the auras of Enforcers surged over!

Sun Bumian, in his Tang suit, stood calmly in front of the gate, gently taking off the small round sunglasses from his nose...

Then he looked back casually at the crowd rushing over in the wind and snow!

Colorful flames like a lion dance ignited from his temples and pupils, like a furious lion roaring, and a powerful aura surged out in an instant!

"Get out—!!"

Boom—!!

The flying snowflakes were shattered in mid-air, and those rushing figures stood frozen in terror.

The street was dead silent.

The butler stared at Sun Bumian, dumbfounded, then turned his head stiffly to look at Little Jian in front of him... He couldn't understand how Little Jian, a mere child of a humble servant, could suddenly have someone stand up to support him.

"Who... who exactly are you?" The butler asked hoarsely.

Sun Bumian didn't respond to him, but calmly put the small round sunglasses back on his nose and walked down the steps step by step, coming to Little Jian, who was equally stunned and bewildered...

"I’ve lived for so many years, and the thing I hate most is preaching... but this time, I have to break the rule." Sun Bumian stood still in front of Little Jian and said leisurely,

"Jian Changsheng, I know you feel like you can't hold your head up here, that life is meaningless... but there’s no need for inferiority, no need for fear... You have more value in living than all of them."

"Believe me, one day, you will be above all of them... If not, we will support you."

Little Jian looked at him blankly, seemingly not understanding his meaning, nor knowing who the "we" he spoke of was.

Sun Bumian patted the disheveled wind and snow off him... In those lazy eyes, a trace of rare dominance inadvertently leaked out,

His calm voice echoed in the wind and snow.

"Remember..."

"Spades 6 doesn't need to bow to anyone."