Chapter 1848 - 950: Blind Spot

At noon, under the scorching sun, at the mountain waist on the edge of Cliff City, amidst the sound of cicadas, a cool breeze blew in from afar.

No need to turn on the air conditioner to feel cool; just open the window to sense the summer greenery of the mountain.

Under the quietly spinning ceiling fan, the watermelon freshly brought up from the well was crisp, sweet, and cold, while the television broadcast from West City came through.

On the racetrack, the intense competition continued.

"Final straight, sprint!! We see Thunderbolt trying to pull away, oh, what a pity, Midnight's defense is still steady, and Princess is still tightly hanging on...

The last two hundred meters! Accelerating, still accelerating! One hundred! Fifty!!"

"Thunderbolt!!!"

"It's Thunderbolt, it has dashed out! Absolute victory!! Let's congratulate Thunderbolt... at the last moment, it defeated Midnight with half a horse's advantage, achieving a three-peat despite recovering from illness!"

Through the television, one can't feel the heated atmosphere on site.

The gamblers in the stands either cheered wild enthusiasm or left dejectedly.

"What a shame."

Tong Ting shook his head, tossed the lottery ticket in his hand into the nearby trash bin, sighed with emotion, "Just a little off."

"Betting on horses, winning or losing is quite normal."

The voice from the speakerphone of the landline seemed comforting, but unfortunately, there wasn't much sincerity between them.

Or maybe, after the Invisible confrontation and struggle ended, both parties tacitly entered a short gap.

"Want to go for another round?"

"Continue betting on horses?" Tong Ting asked.

"Powerball is good too." The person on the other end of the phone said, "The jackpot accumulation seems amazing, too."

"Hmm, although it's quite challenging, I have no interest in watching recordings."

"Then Imperial Cup?"

"Stretching too far can make people dislike you, right? The temper of Heavenly Book's people is notoriously bad."

"Indeed..."

As if idle chat between old friends, they rambled from the weather to football, from the Imperial Cup to odd and even numbers, from the color of the next car to which guests in a shop were male or female.

From north to south, without any theme.

Or say... even now, they continue probing and disguising, even if the real focus is right under both their noses, yet tacitly never mention it.

The entanglement and pull between the observers are this sticky. The parties behind the scenes patiently tug at each other's threads, disrupting and interfering with each other's alignment and resolution,

Sometimes, merely wanting to determine the outcome of a situation consumes time measured in months or even years.

Unless there's an unbridgeable enmity, it's rarely a life-and-death situation; they often express subtly, often just enough, often both leaving room.

And at times, if they want a downright match, then everyone tacitly focuses on places where results can quickly determine victory or defeat...

For example, the public gambling industry that's already been ravaged by ether struggles of various parties!

From scratch cards to Mega Lotto, from the continuously accumulating jackpot of Powerball to the Current Cup, or at this moment, the West City horse racing... Across thousands of miles, intertwined in countless affairs, two observers are like arm wrestling, competing and contending for victory.

Unfortunately, the innate gap is hard to bridge.

In terms of observation, Heavenly Listening is ultimately a bit shy, hard to reach the "foresight" of Heavenly Eye.

Bad news, when compared, it's likely more losses than wins.

Good news, the other side is the same...

If truly clashing, the eventual outcome resembles the recent horse racing result: the Tong family betting on Princess didn't win, nor did the Chou family betting on Midnight.

As a result, Thunderbolt, barely able to participate after recovering from illness, exploded with potential!

Still a double loss.

Although losing both means none lost, against the Tong family, who mess things up once they start, even Chou Sheng feels frustrated and uneasy.

Disgusting!

A rapid outcome meant to be resolved in five minutes was stretched into a bladder game by winning, ending in a tie, and the entire process involved mutual interference and dragging each other back, with a slight distraction risking an overtake by the opponent.

Luckily, I held the upper hand.

Ding~

A crisp notification sound, an app message pop-up showing today's Central City stock index rose by two points, impressive growth, precious metal prices continue soaring...

Making Tong Ting's expression freeze slightly, eyebrows arched.

Something's off.

The profit is too high, surpassing a one-fifth fluctuation.

The price of Spiritual Conductor rising against the trend, but where's the benefit? Recently, Tide City hasn't shown much movement, so why does the market appear vacant...

The Xu Family released orders? At this time? And previous signs then...

In an instant, thoughts flashed, his gaze fell on the television, at the site of the Coast conference, eyebrows gradually raised, finally realizing the blind spot hidden by his opponent in the fog.

"So that's it..."

He lightly sighed in understanding, "Is the phenomenon disguise triple-layered? One layer beneath another, then another... I thought only our family played so dirty."

Pretending elaborately, putting on airs, attracting your attention to focus on the Hai Zhou Science and Technology Expo, leading to briefly overlooking another priority.

Conversely leveraging the Tong family's habit of dealing with chaos using chaos, while they stirred the pond, pushing the waves, hiding the real purpose.

He clicked his tongue in admiration, "Since when did Heavenly Eye's lineage enjoy playing like this?"