Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Lu Jun glanced at Gu Yuena with some surprise, muttering to himself:
When did silver arowanas become so aggressive?
The jealousy and competitiveness are practically overflowing from the screen.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, fairy!"

The titled Douluo nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, his tone extremely sincere.

"Goddess of Beauty... no, that woman is definitely no match for even a single strand of your hair!"

"Furthermore, given the extraordinary strength of these gentlemen, even if the entire Green Skull organization were to be bound together, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy your every whim!"

"Well... I'm just a nobody, I really didn't dare to have any suicidal thoughts!"

"Fairy, you think too highly of me. I just want to live, that's all!"

He hurriedly continued to explain, trying to dispel everyone's doubts:

"The place where those three Title Douluos are hiding is a secret base of the organization. It is located in a very remote area and has a very special defense mechanism. It is indeed necessary for a high-ranking member to lead the way so that they can enter quietly."

"That's why I meant it when I said I'd lead the way; I wasn't just trying to play tricks!"

To bolster the credibility of his words, he dropped another bombshell:
"Moreover, as far as I know, Zhang Geyang is currently plotting something big."

"He seems to be researching a vicious method to remotely curse Dai Tianling and all direct descendants of the Dai family from the Eastern Continent, using blood as a medium!"

"Using blood as a medium... to curse and kill all members of the Dai family?!"

Lu Jun's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed the Title Douluo by the collar, pulled him in front of him, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, and demanded in a stern voice:

"Explain clearly, how did you use the curse to kill? What specific method was used? What are the conditions for its execution? What else do you know? Tell me everything in one go!"

Lu Jun's voice carried an undeniable authority and a hint of urgency:

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and forcibly searching your memories with my mental power."

"Whether your brain turns into mush, or you become an idiot or a fool, is none of my business."

"Wait! Sir! Show mercy! Have mercy!"

The titled Douluo was so frightened that he almost cried, his voice trembling with sobs.

"That's all I really know. I'm just an ordinary Title Douluo, a high-level henchman in the organization, just coasting along. How could I possibly know such detailed core secrets?"

"I only overheard a few words here and there when other high-ranking officials were drinking and bragging!"

He was so anxious that he swore an oath:

"If you don't believe me, you can scan my memories right now with your mental power!"

"I'm completely disarming myself and offering no resistance! Sweep, sweep all you want! If I conceal even the slightest thing, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

He had a "what's the use" attitude:
"I've said everything I could say! I really don't know anything else!"

"Sir, if you want to know more, you can arrest Zhang Geyang, or ask those true core elders in the organization!"

"I'm just a nobody!"

Lu Jun stared at him for a few seconds, his eyes deep.

Immediately, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and an invisible yet vast spiritual power swept across the Title Douluo's sea of ​​consciousness.

After a moment, Lu Jun withdrew his gaze and mental energy, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Well, you weren't lying, you really only know this much superficial stuff."

The titled Douluo, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, let out a long sigh of relief and said with an embarrassed smile:
"Otherwise, how could I say that I'm just a nobody in the organization, just loafing around waiting to die?" "I'm so sorry to disappoint you, sir."

"Alright." Lu Jun released his collar, clapped his hands, and turned his gaze to Wu Siduo. "It seems that this guy is still somewhat useful while he's alive."

"At least he's a qualified traitor, don't you think? Should we let him go for now?"

Wu Siduo took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to immediately kill her enemy. She knew the bigger picture was more important, so she nodded, her tone firm:

"Okay, let him go for now."

"Have him lead us to the Green Skull organization's secret base. I want to personally... kill those three bastards!"

"Okay, then it's settled."

Lu Jun raised his hand and patted the titled Douluo's shoulder again, this time with a little more force, carrying a hint of warning.

"I'm leaving the guiding to you. You... you won't be thinking of sneaking off halfway through, will you?"

The Title Douluo felt the pressure on his shoulder, and cold sweat broke out again. He quickly smiled apologetically:

"How could that be? You jest, sir. In front of you all, with your great supernatural powers and boundless magic, I couldn't possibly escape even if I had wings! How could I dare to have such a thought?"

"That's good." Lu Jun looked around and gazed at the increasingly dark night outside the window. "Alright, it seems we'll have to stay here for the night and stay at Wu Siduo's old house."

His gaze swept over the bloodstains and remaining signs of battle in the courtyard, and he frowned.

"This is the place... it's a bit dirty and messy."

His gaze returned to the titled Douluo, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The titled Douluo immediately understood, as if receiving a royal decree. He straightened his back abruptly, thumped his chest loudly, and guaranteed loudly:

"Leave the dirty work of cleaning up the scene to me!"

"Don't worry, sir! I guarantee I'll clean it up perfectly, leaving no trace of blood, and restoring it to its original state!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Siduo snorted coldly and said nothing. Instead, she silently walked to the side, picked up a rag, and began to personally wipe the furniture and decorations in her home that were covered with dust and filth.

This was her former home, and every inch of it holds memories. She wants to personally restore it to some of its former cleanliness.

"Let's help too."

Seeing this, Di Yue also stepped forward and picked up the tools.

Although Gu Yuena didn't say anything, she silently walked to the side and manipulated the gentle water element to begin cleaning the stains on the floor and walls.

Seeing that the three girls had started moving, Lu Jun touched his nose and asked somewhat shyly:

"Um... how about I lend a hand?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuena turned and glanced at him, her eyes carrying a hint of inexplicable disdain and a natural familiarity as if she were the mistress of the house, and said:

"You? Forget about it. Leave these detailed cleaning and tidying tasks to us girls. You're a grown man, you have your own things to do."

As she spoke, water trickled from her fingertips, efficiently washing away the bloodstains.

Lu Jun: "..."

He opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words.

Well, I've been rejected. (End of Chapter)