Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: Alfredo Poutine Soup Editor: DesTheSloth

Watching Cheese losing his wits, Wind said indifferently, “Let’s get started, I have no time to wait for you… 30 seconds, begin, or not.”

Cheese shoulders quivered faintly… he didn’t even dare to imagine how he would face the choice if he lost one point.

To choose one relative, have them die in front of him… What a terrible nightmare it would be!

“It’s not the time to be in a daze…Don’t move, don’t let others know I’m talking!”

Right then, a woman’s voice came into Cheese’s ears, which made his heart beat crazily.

“Can you hear me? If yes, knock with your finger. Remember, lightly, I can see it.”

Cheese knocked the floor faintly.

That woman continued to say, “I know you are wondering about who I am, but it’s not the time to reveal it. The point is, how to get rid of the problem. Listen, I don’t know what is the enmity between you two, but he’s too much. I didn’t plan to put my finger in another’s pie, but I am fed up with his behavior… Try to delay, and I’ll find a way to seek for the location of your relatives… Understand?”

Cheese didn’t know this woman, he had never even heard of this voice… and didn’t know if she really wanted to help him.

But now, it was like a life-saving straw, he knocked the floor again.

“Remember, try to delay the time! I’m going!”

Cheese raised his head, but didn’t see any shadow moving… and now, Wind said, “Did you make your decision?”

Cheese breathed deeply and stood up… ‘Try to delay the time’, he thought.

So he looked at Wind silently, without speaking.

“Are you protesting with silence?” Wind sneered, “It doesn’t work, 30 seconds is up!”

“Hold on!”

Cheese said in a low voice, “Why should I trust in you? They are all under control, how can I believe this rule? What if I win, but you don’t release them?”

While Wind sneered, “You have no right to choose, you can choose to give up… and I can choose anybody to kill!”

Cheese snorted, “Then I give up… if you are powerful, kill me as well as everybody! And then, you will never beat me in your life forever… because you don’t have a chance!”

Wind laughed, “Ridiculous! You lost to me half a year ago, I’ve already won over you!”

Cheese said in a low voice, “You won because of my concession… but you may not in the next game. But if you like that result, then just kill me!”

Cheese deeply breathed, closed his eyes, and held still with angry words, “Kill me!”

Wind look became confused; he heaved a sigh after a while, and asked, “What would you like? It’s impossible to release anybody before the game.”

Cheese replied then, “Let me think… I need a fair game! If I lose, I’ll be sincerely convinced.”

“You want fairness?” Wind frowned.

Cheese said, “Yes! Absolute fairness! Nobody is allowed to use their monster power, because yours is better than mine! Let’s play by our own skills! If you use that, then you lose and have to release all of them!”

“Do I need to use monster power to beat you?” Wind sneered, “OK, I promise! No more words! let’s get started!”

“Wait!” Cheese added, “I have another requirement!”

“What an annoying…”

“If you don’t approve, then kill me!”

“Say!” Wind showed impatience.

Cheese looked at Nini, “If I win, I need you to unfasten the control on Nini!”

“OK, no problem.” Wind waved his hand and spoke out loud.

The speed of his approval was out of Cheese’s expectation, and stopped him from saying the words he wanted to say.

“Then start.” Wind snorted.

Cheese had to bite the bullet, “Wait!”

“What else do you want! If you keep talking… I’ll lose my impatience.” Wind face looked angry.

“I… I need to warm-up!!”

…

“Where did he hide them… damn it, too many humans muddled their aura.”

A tiny figure was moving swiftly outside the basketball gym… her gaze swept past everywhere, and tried to analyze the places similar to what was shown on the laptop screen.

“Oh, I’m such a busybody this time too…” She sighed, because it reminded her of the last time, when she almost died because of her officiousness.

“Sister Ren… will she have a fit if she doesn’t see me at the backstage?” She sighed again, and looked at the moon, which was very round tonight.

She whispered, “I want to eat hand grasping cake… with more soy sauce, ham, fried chicken fillet and eggs!! More meat floss!! Ah… I want to eat!!”

“Ah! Be careful, save them first!” she deeply breathed, jumping up of a tree beside.

She closed her eyes, lifting her palms, and blowing a puff of cold air gently on them.

The cold air rotated above her palms, and divided into 4 lumps, that kept spinning. 4 lumps of cold air gathered and turned into 4 white balls.

She smiled faintly, “Snow elf, do me a favor!”

She waved, then the 4 elves flew to the sky and moved in different directions.

…

…

It seemed that nobody cared about the guys in the game… they ran separately for their own purposes.

For example, Officer Ma now ran to the place which was going to set off the fireworks.

He panted air as showing his ID card, “I’m Ma Houde from the Homicide department and this is my ID card! Who’s the person-in-charge here?”

“I…am the person-in-charge.” A middle-aged man walked out with fear, “Sir, what’s the matter?”

Ma Houde said without waiting, “I order you, now, stop all fireworks!”

“Why? Sir, you have no right!” the person-in-charge thought while saying, “It’s hard to follow your orders without the approval of our leader.”

“F*ck you!” Ma Houde got angry, “You’d better do as I order! It’ll be too late if you ask for instructions! I’m telling you, I suspect that somebody hid bombs among the fireworks!”

“Bomb!”

The staff looked at Ma Houde with fear and the person-in-charge said with panic, “Sir, are you serious?”

“I found the fire fighting truck 1km away, instead of here.” Ma Houde said, “And all members had fainted on the truck!”

“Ah!” The principal was taken aback and calmed himself down, “But… sir, even if you found the truck, but you’re not sure if there is a bomb here?”

“F*ck you!” Ma Houde grasped his collar, reining his neck, “Will you let it go even if there is only a 1% probability? There are 60 thousand people in the gymnasium at least! Will you be responsible for them!! F*ck you!!”

“Stop, stop!! Stop the fireworks!!!” the middle-aged man hurried to give the word.

The staff immediately ran everywhere.

Officer Ma released them after, and said, “I called the bomb disposal squad, they’ll arrive soon! Tell me how many fireworks are there and their locations!”

“Sir… don’t you know where the bomb is?”

“If I knew, I will go there right away and wouldn’t have come here!! Understand??”

Officer Ma was still as hot-tempered as ever… The middle-aged man turned nervous and nodded immediately.

“But sir, there are 18 places that are for setting the fireworks, and they are all around the gymnasium…”

“Give me the map…” Ma Houde deeply breathed, “18 places? Let’s get started from here… the first one! And, go order the head leader to come, I need to finish the pro… oh, no.”

Ma Houde suddenly frowned.

“Sir, what’s, what’s wrong?”

Ma Houde look was awkward, “Assuming that there is a bomb, then the person who set it needs to detonate it. If the program has been stopped, let alone the chaos, panic, or trampling, the criminal may be irritated… what if he detonates it suddenly… damn it!!”

“Sir, what… what should we do?”

“Wait, don’t worry… don’t worry, it’s just a hypothesis.” Ma Houde took a deep breath to calm himself down, “What time are you all suppose to set off the fireworks?”

The middle-aged man looked at his watch, saying with nervousness, “It’s… about 40 minutes later.”

“My men will come here 20 minutes later at least… can we get rid of it on time?” Ma Houde frowned deeply.

It was impossible to evacuate the crowd in a short time; adversely, it may irritate the criminal.

From this weird matter, Ma Houde suddenly suspected a frenzied terrorist attack— similar ones always came without any signs in advance; and when it attacked, it would cause countless losses of human lives and wealth!

‘Damn it!’

Officer Ma scratched his head.

But then, he lost his consciousness… and fell down.

The middle-aged man raised up the walkie-talkie, whispering with an empty look, “How can I let you break the plans of my best friend…”

His look turned conscious, and said into the walkie-talkie, “All you guys come back, stop your actions! It’s a misunderstanding… damn it! These policemen didn’t check clearly and acted recklessly!”

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned to Ma Houde, with a ferocious look… He took a rope aside without thinking, tying it around Officer Ma’s neck and then tightened it vigorously!

But the rope broke at his full strength… Next, he was lifted up by something before he realized and then was pushed towards the wall directly!

Bang–!

The impact was so strong that he fainted in a second.

Two men lay there; but one figure frowned while walking out with a fireman uniform that did not really fit.

“Bomb…” He frowned deeply as well.

With a deep breath, the fireman… Mo Xiaofei tried his best to look through each firework they set up.

His gaze was sharp and light… but he bore a slight headache at the same time—because he was seeing through the objects inside!

“No bomb here… 17 places left! The policemen won’t come quickly and the audiences cannot find out or it will cause a panic… but at least I can do something!”

His gaze was firm and persistent.

He tied this middle-aged man, and tried to wake up Ma Houde, but he failed… it seemed that he had no ability to awaken fainted people.

Out of helplessness, he could only transfer Officer Ma to a safe place and wear a gas mask— he had taken it from a fireman in the fire fighting truck outside the gymnasium.

Mo Xiaofei deeply breathed.

He still remembered the conversation between the boss and him, so he bore the more serious headache and had his body fly up.

“Hopefully I can make it!”

…

…

The backstage was full of spotlights and people, Hong Guan kept breathing deeply, which could let him calm down— It would be his turn next… there was not much time for him.

Someone was with him.

“Manager Cheng… Yiran hasn’t come?” Hong Guan asked Cheng Yun.

Cheng Yun shook his head, “I’ve called the driver. He said Cheng Yiran suddenly got off and didn’t come back. Ah, I don’t know where he will go?”

“Oh…” Hong Guan heaved a sigh; complicated expressions emerged from his eyes.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll be OK.” Cheng Yun comforted him, “Don’t think too much, get on and sing the song! Remember, you are the finale! You know how important it is!”

He said so, but he was still bewildered why Second Young Master asked him to be the final one— so many famous singers had performed, each was better than the other. Hong Guan was not Cheng Yiran, he was afraid that it might make a fool of themselves.

‘Ai… I don’t get it!’