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The young man nad Li San furrowed his brows slightly, recalling the seriously injured man who had brought the B-level emblem earlier that day. His face looked pale for a mont but quickly recovered to his usual arrogant expression.
"What if he is a B-level individual? Our team ranks well within the B category too. We are undoubtedly stronger than them. Our mission surpasses theirs and even their King’s Experts, so we must be of greater importance."
Hearing this, the captain couldn’t help but let out a sigh. He understood all too well that the power of a mission couldn’t solely depend on the number of high-ranking individuals involved.
"The delegation ntioned that their team should have one more person," the captain explained again, "For now, don’t touch them. Before deciding how to deal with them, I need to understand their mission. I forbid anyone from laying a finger on them."
With that, the captain left. Having spent a long ti living in the caves, his experience far outstripped that of newcors like Li San in the Dragon Clan. The captain had long understood that there were differences between two B-level missions. While his mission was important, it didn’t an the other’s mission was less so. Even if he was ordered to, capturing so of their mbers might interfere with their critical task.
The captain sighed deeply, glancing at the door leading to the prisoners’ room. His furrowed brows reflected his discomfort.
Initially, he had received a notification from the Dragon Army Office to go to a restaurant and arrest the three individuals. However, upon arrival, he noticed two King-level experts present—sothing he hadn’t anticipated. Worse still, among those King Ranking experts, one turned out to be undertaking a B-level mission.
Retracting his gaze from the doorway, the captain couldn’t help but shake his head. Though he was rely following orders, he felt an unsettling sense of discomfort. Having lived on the edge of the sword for so many years, he knew better than to ignore such ominous feelings. He imdiately resolved to treat the three prisoners no differently than he treated his forr captives, ensuring their safety and care. It was, after all, the reason he had earned his B-level status.
Inside their seats, the three individuals overheard the conversation between the captain and Li San. Upon hearing that they would be treated well, they breathed a slight sigh of relief; however, as they were still prisoners, it was impossible for them to feel optimistic.
"Everything will be fine," Deng Wu said with a reassuring smile as he looked at the two girls, "Yue will co for us. And it seems, for now, no one will touch us."
Hearing this, the worry in the eyes of Sha Yun and Wang Julong shifted from fear to hope, and from hope to determination. Smiling at Deng Wu, the two nodded.
"That’s true," Sha Yun glanced at Wang Julong and said, "He would never leave us behind."
The three of them remained quiet for a long ti, sitting in the cell while training. No one could tell whether a single hour or four had passed. Suddenly, the door opened, and a young man with an angry expression appeared in the doorway. His eyes shone with a sinister gleam, his lips curled as he snarled at the three prisoners, "Move it!" he shouted, then followed behind them, guiding the three prisoners through the building and out to the waiting convoy.
One of the carriages was tightly sealed, appearing to contain sothing crucial. Its door was surrounded by a crowd of cultivators, their eyes vigilant, spears tightly gripped.
"Stop staring!" the man behind them hissed, raising his spear in a threatening manner. He led the three toward an open carriage. Unlike the previous one, this one had windows, and the three were quickly ordered inside.
Inside the carriage, Deng Wu froze as he noticed it was filled with soldiers. A sharp shove from a spear scraping his back forced him forward despite his hesitation.
His dark eyes turned even darker. Quickly, he positioned Wang Julong in one corner while taking a seat beside her, opposite Sha Yun. Though bound in handcuffs, Sha Yun retained a palpable defiance—if any soldier dared provoke her, they would swiftly regret it.
Knowing violence could worsen their situation, Deng Wu recalled the captain’s words and understood he sought to avoid any trouble.
Before long, the three had settled in the carriage, which began moving forward, leaving behind the Dragon Company headquarters in the depths of Thousand River Cave.
Deng Wu sighed deeply, gazing out the window, and silently prayed that Yan Xiaobao would find them and that they wouldn’t be taken too far.
By the ti Yan Xiaobao realized his friends were missing, the carriage convoy had already departed the city. The trio of carriages advanced slowly toward the tunnels, day by day pressing onward.
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A small boat docked beside a tiny harbor at the entrance of the tunnel, adjacent to a small city. It stood before the tunnel gates. At this mont, Yan Xiaobao felt his heart churning, his only tangible emotion being worry. He kept blaming himself for not joining his friends for dinner, instead burying himself in training. anwhile, he realized that without Lan Feng’s assistance, he was powerless against the four King-level experts.
Without waiting for the two Kings to follow, Yan Xiaobao, the white-haired young man, imdiately navigated through the city and paid the toll to enter the tunnel.
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