OFR – Chapter 277 Mission

Mu Bai sat quietly on the chair in the study, listening to Dongfang Jing without interrupting.

He didn’t even ask who the parties involved in the wager were.

Because he had already guessed it.

Most likely, across the entire south—or rather, all of Huaxia—there was no other power besides the Nalan family that would dare openly challenge the Rong family, a family that had made great contributions to the nation.

The two sides in this bet were not to be underestimated.

On one side was the Nalan family, which had lain low and recuperated ever since the fall of the Qing Empire.

On the other side was the Rong Group, which had retreated from the spotlight for over seventy years, only to return more dominant than ever.

It could be said that these two forces were the most powerful in today’s Huaxia. No other faction could even compare.

Indeed, each side had formidable confidence and strength. Until the final moment, neither would ever believe they could lose.

And precisely because of this, Dongfang Jing felt powerless.

After all, both sides believing they couldn’t lose meant one thing: in a place like Nanjing, this confrontation would escalate into an all-out bloodbath to the bitter end.

And those like them—the ones thrown into the frontlines—would suffer unimaginable losses.

It wasn’t just Dongfang Jing who realized this; Mu Bai had thought of it too.

But just as he was about to speak, Dongfang Jing suddenly seemed to remember something. She turned slightly and said to Mu Bai:

“By the way, when I was returning, Young Master Nalan Yun asked me to invite you to the Huan Zijin banquet. Of course, since you saved his life, he has no intention of using you. On the contrary, he promised you 5 billion yuan as capital for this wager. Young Master Nalan said that in such a grand and turbulent spectacle like the one unfolding in Nanjing, it would be incomplete without Cold Young Master. Without you, the brightest and most dazzling part would be missing.”

“Heh, is that so?” Mu Bai chuckled softly upon hearing Dongfang Jing’s words.

But just after he finished laughing, the long-absent system task interface suddenly reappeared before his eyes in the form of glowing text.

“Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have triggered the random task of the Earth-shaking Wager. Participate in this wager and earn 50,000 reputation points to complete the task. Upon completion, you will receive a 7-day Surprise Shopping Card Pack and a Black Market Network Voucher worth $3 billion USD. (Kind Reminder: This random task is tied to the wager. Before attempting it, Host may use the Magic Dice to adjust personal luck.)”

Mu Bai looked at the glowing text for a minute or two before subtly nodding.

He had to admit, the system tasks had become harder to trigger recently. But for high-stakes events like this, they could still be activated—and the rewards were far more generous than before!

The 7-day Surprise Shopping Pack aside…

Just the $3 billion USD black market voucher alone was equivalent to nearly 20 billion RMB!

Such a staggering reward—this was the first time since Mu Bai had acquired the new system that he had received something of this magnitude.

In truth, even without triggering the random task, he would’ve had to go check out Huan Zijin.

When Nalan Yun had called him late last night to invite him to the banquet, Mu Bai already knew it wouldn’t be just about a dinner.

But he disliked attending such attention-grabbing events. He genuinely hadn’t planned to join the festivities. However, now that Dongfang Jing—Mu Xiaoxiao’s aunt—was deeply entangled in it, he couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.

And with Nalan Yun’s earnest invitation, plus the newly triggered system task, he thought for a moment and then nodded, saying, “Alright. What time does the Huan Zijin banquet start tomorrow?”

“Eleven in the morning,” Dongfang Jing replied softly.

For some reason, standing beside him, she felt a wave of relief wash over her after hearing that Mu Bai had agreed to attend.

It was the same feeling she had when they had been trapped in a desperate situation in Yue’an City, hunted down by General Da Cai. Back then, seeing Mu Bai walking forward with calm and confidence had made her feel that everything would be alright.

It was as if—no matter the situation—as long as he was there, everything would be under control.

Why was that?

Dongfang Jing couldn’t quite explain it. Maybe it was just because this young man had never once disappointed her since the day they met.

Just like those dignitaries and elites who had witnessed his rise—when they heard the name “Cold Young Master,” they believed anything was possible.

Even if rumors spread tomorrow that he had single-handedly crushed the Rong Qingwen alliance, those who had seen his momentum firsthand would not be the least bit surprised.

“Mm, I understand. I’ll be there tomorrow for the banquet at Huan Zijin. It’s getting late—it’s already 11 p.m. I should be going. You should rest early too.”

At that moment, Mu Bai glanced at his watch after confirming the banquet time and realized it was already 11 p.m.

He stood from his chair, preparing to leave.

Yes, he wasn’t going to waste more time.

The Huan Zijin banquet tomorrow, at the very least, would be a high-profile gathering with combined net worths exceeding a trillion. At most, it could determine the power dynamics in all of Nanjing.

And even with the 5 billion yuan that Nalan Yun gave him, it probably wouldn’t be enough to shift the entire board. So Mu Bai intended to go back and make other preparations.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” Dongfang Jing quickly got up to send him off.

After escorting him out of the penthouse, she watched as the young man drove away in his Bugatti Veyron, exiting the Huan Zijin villa district.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but wonder—what kind of magnificent, awe-inspiring chapter would Cold Young Master, who had already made a name for himself in Nanjing, write at tomorrow’s banquet?