"On one hand, our Yaochi Holy Land possesses the Jade Pill Fire and corresponding Immortal Technique, which can complent the Immortal Fire. There’s no need to covet what others have.
"On the other hand, internally... the Committee isn’t necessarily safe.
"You don’t understand the terror of the Fallen Immortal, or the horror of such contamination.
"Back in the day, we saw many Immortals, seemingly fine, suddenly contaminated, hiding deeply, only to betray us at the critical mont."
...
In the restaurant, Bai Mo grinned and reopened the Dark World forum.
Yet, those replies from people seeking contact with the Dark World were being deleted rapidly.
Every ti he refreshed the posts, there were noticeably fewer comnts and replies.
"Heh heh.
"As expected, just a bunch of fence-sitters, never changing their true colors."
As he continued refreshing, comnts and replies started increasing again.
[Moderator Grass Mud Horse forbade deleting comnts! I’m joining the Committee, so you from the Dark World, don’t contact , we’re not close]
So were a bit more clever.
[Hey everyone, I was just joking earlier, I don’t have Sequence Nine, nor do I have resources, so don’t waste ti looking for ]
Fang Xiaoyu beside him, joined in with the chuckles.
"Fence-sitters, coming to the Committee again?
"Let them co, it’s not a bad thing."
The Committee isn’t to be ssed with; these fence-sitters won’t leave easily once they’re here.
The two were browsing the Dark World forum when suddenly, a commotion rose from the staircase.
"Ah, today was a great drink."
"Let’s find a girl to play with, hahaha."
"I want to find a cute boy, hehe."
Bai Mo looked up, seeing several drunken, red-faced n staggering up.
But... they seed not that drunk, half playing the part?
What are they up to?
...
In the restaurant corner, Song Xiangshuai finished adjusting his watch and straightening his suit collar.
Noticed the drunken n approaching from the staircase.
No mistake... he was about to perform a heroic rescue!
This ruse might be old, but it works!
His dad used it, his grandpa used it too.
Rumor has it that his grandpa’s dad and grandpa’s grandpa also used it, part of the old Song family’s handed-down tricks!
Fang Xiaoyu seed sowhat close with that pretty boy? Dating?
But Song Xiangshuai didn’t care!
If the hoe swings well, no corner can’t be dug.
Moreover, he just instructed Brother Biao to be a little harsher later.
First, break that pretty boy’s face!
Then, direct a kick at that place on the pretty boy, causing him a "falling chicken, breaking eggs," losing the ability to woo!
Once done, everything would fall into place!
As he was gearing up for action, he suddenly saw over ten n in plain clothes, yet strong and robust, closing in from behind, pinning down Brother Biao’s gang at the staircase.
Without much fuss, Brother Biao and his group got rounded up, taken downstairs.
"Huh? What’s this? What’s going on?"
He pulled out his phone, wanting to ssage Brother Biao and ask.
But then a big hand reached out from beside, gripping his wrist.
"You think you can fool Expert Bai Mo?
"Damn, first day as a bodyguard and eting a scumbag."
Expert Bai Mo?
Song Xiangshuai suddenly realized things were going awry, looked up to see a fierce, burly man holding his wrist!
Song Xiangshuai was about to speak when the burly man stepped up swiftly, professionally, and discreetly stabbed a needle into Song Xiangshuai’s buttock, injecting the anesthetic into his muscle.
Song Xiangshuai’s body grew weak, his eyelids drooping, drowsily held by the burly man, like a drunk being supported by a friend, quietly leaving the boisterous and noisy restaurant, through the crowd, towards the staircase.
Everyone in the restaurant continued eating and drinking, at most curiously glancing over.
"Huh? Getting drunk at KFC?"
"Hahaha, how peculiar."
None of them knew what had just occurred.
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