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"What the f*ck is that?!" Zhou Long slamd his fist onto the table, his eyes blazing with anger, his forrly friendly deanor nowhere to be seen.
In front of him stood five n, all of whom had won previous contests. "But sir," the leader spoke up, wearing a displeased expression on his face, "he’s a necromancer. If we let him touch us, we’ll die."
"Then die!" Zhou Long roared back, his expression unmistakably furious. "I said you can kill the others, but do not touch the white-haired boy! We received a ssage from headquarters saying he’s divine! He’s what a great general needs!"
The more Zhou Long thought about it, the angrier he beca. His plan had been perfect. He had ordered the organization to kill so of Yan Xiaobao’s companions, but the elental flas would severely injure the one person he was supposed to protect.
Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Zhou Long let out a long sigh. He sat in silence for a mont, the five n in front of him all quiet, none of them daring to move or utter a word.
"When we face the Demon Beast, don’t ss this up. I’ve been ordered to get rid of his followers and ensure he stays with the Dragon Army until his master, General Frozen, cos to claim him. If you screw this up, your lives are on the line."
With that, Zhou Long waved his hand dismissively, showing nothing but disdain. Without waiting for further instructions, the group of five rushed out the door, leaving Zhou Long alone in the office.
Zhou Long opened his eyes again and sighed once more. Picking up a mory Stone from the desk, he pressed it against his forehead. As he did, a bright light illuminated the stone, revealing Yan Xiaobao’s photo alongside a written ssage: "The origin of the stranger is unclear. If a group of four appears within your cave, you must investigate their backgrounds. If the group includes this individual, ensure he is guided to headquarters. Killing his companions will increase the reward."
Looking out the window, Zhou Long smiled faintly, standing up and whistling a cheerful tune as he walked out of the office.
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Yan Xiaobao sat in ditation when he suddenly felt a sense of danger arise beside him. His eyes snapped open, only to find Zhou Long sitting next to him, wearing a friendly smile, as if he hadn’t noticed the wary expression on Yan Xiaobao’s face.
Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, once again confirming that Zhou Long truly had no intention of harming him. Sohow, his friendliness felt more terrifying than overt hostility. Hatred could be created from nothing, but friendliness was sothing people usually had to earn first.
"You made a great decision during the contest," Zhou Long said with a bright smile. "If you hadn’t left the stage, who knows what would’ve happened? Those elental flas are undoubtedly a troubleso ability. But those Soul Shadow Wolves are certainly quite impressive in their own right!"
Listening to Zhou Long’s words, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but feel that sothing was amiss, but he said nothing, rely focusing on the words of the Dragon Army soldier before him.
Zhou Long was dangerous. He was undoubtedly stronger than Xie Lan and Xu Biao. In many ways, his strength seed akin to Lan Feng’s, though Yan Xiaobao knew Zhou Long was unlikely to be as powerful as Lan Feng, yet still couldn’t afford to underestimate him.
Lan Feng was Yan Xiaobao’s hidden trump card. If he had his way, Lan Feng would remain the strength he never revealed, which was why he dared to follow Zhou Long into the Demon Beast lair.
If the worst-case scenario occurred, he would have to rely on Little Dragon’s Lan Feng and Deng Wu. If the four of them worked together, they could likely evade Zhou Long, but this was rely his estimation. It depended on how much Wuwei Lanfeng had managed to improve and how Phoenix continually refused to answer any of Yan Xiaobao’s inquiries.
Overall, Lan Feng wouldn’t speak with Yan Xiaobao unless it was critical. For the most part, he sat deep within the Dantian Cave in a ditative trance, a golden light emanating from his soul while he drew spiritual energy from the spiritual energy sea and Qi from the Qi whirlpool.
Yan Xiaobao sighed, smiling faintly at Zhou Long but remaining on high alert, keeping his guard at its peak.
"There’s no need to worry so much," Zhou Long said as he looked at Yan Xiaobao. His face was full of smiles, even showing an apologetic look. When he saw Yan Xiaobao awaken from his deep ditation, his eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity.
"Let tell you a secret," Zhou Long continued. "The masked n were actually mine, but they weren’t supposed to use that elental fla. It’s an attack reserved for life-threatening situations. Considering you’ve never killed anyone before, I’m sure you wouldn’t kill my n either. I thoroughly reprimanded them, and they’ve expressed their deepest apologies!"
Yan Xiaobao laughed quietly and said softly, "Don’t worry," he assured Zhou Long. "It was our failure. In the end, your n were stronger than us; they deserved to win."
Upon hearing Yan Xiaobao’s relaxed deanor, a genuine smile appeared on Zhou Long’s face, his eyes filled with gratitude. It was clear that the older man was afraid Yan Xiaobao might oppose him, or perhaps refuse to join the team when they set out to kill the Demon Beast.
Full of concern, Zhou Long couldn’t resist asking him, "Do you still have an interest in joining us for the hunt later?" A hint of worry was visible in his eyes, and Yan Xiaobao once again believed this man truly wished to befriend him. Yet even so, there remained no reason for Yan Xiaobao to let his guard down. Sothing suspicious was bound to happen.
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