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Chapter 318 The 37th Unjust City Extraordinary Competition!

A brief silence fell over the bus.

Only the deep roar of the engine echoed in my ears.

Lei Meng's booming voice, filled with undisguised admiration, slapped his thigh forcefully: "That's right! That's the one!"

He met the curious and inquisitive gazes of the crowd.

A sense of pride, as if he had witnessed a legend, shone in Lei Meng's eyes:
"You may only know the name 'Invincible Among Men' from the Federation, but do you know how this title came about?"

He paused, then raised his voice a few decibels, with the air of a seasoned storyteller, "The source lies with this Chen Wudi. Back when he participated in this competition, the scene was... wow."

Lei Meng seemed to have returned to that passionate era, and his speech quickened:
"Whether you're a Martial Saint or an Apostle, no matter how flashy your abilities or how exquisite your moves are, none of it matters against him! He relied solely on his fists and iron bones to fight his way from the preliminary rounds to the finals, crushing his opponents in every match! His opponents' swords and blades were like tickles to him; when his fists struck, no matter how thick their internal energy or how mysterious their energy barriers, they were as fragile as paper, shattering with a 'bang'!"

He gestured as he punched downwards, spittle flying everywhere: "That was truly unstoppable! He swept through everything in his path, invincible among the third-tier opponents! The words 'Invincible in the human world' were shouted by those opponents who were convinced of their defeat, and by the dumbfounded people in the stands!"

"but."

Lei Meng changed the subject, his face showing a complex expression of awe and longing, "What truly transformed him from a 'legend' into a 'legend' was that sea voyage."

He took a deep breath, as if the scene was still vivid in his mind: "Back then, many people who worked on ships saw it with their own eyes. A Destiny Ghost that had just broken through to the fourth level, that guy was as big as a small mountain, with a murderous aura that turned the seawater black. And guess what happened?"

Lei Meng's eyes widened: "Chen Wudi! He was all alone, bare-handed, charging straight into that overwhelming murderous aura. There were no fancy martial arts techniques, no mystical objects, just the purest physical strength!"

"A direct confrontation!"

"He confronted a fourth-tier life ghost head-on! The sound of their fists colliding could be heard clearly from several nautical miles away, like thunder. I heard that the sea was stained red, not with the life ghost's blood, but with Chen Wudi's own. Yet he didn't retreat an inch! He managed to hold off that fourth-tier life ghost, and in the end, it escaped wounded!"

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the carriage.

Even a battle maniac like Chu Kuanglan had an incredulous look in his eyes.

A direct confrontation with a fourth-tier Fate Ghost?!
This was completely beyond their understanding of the limits of a third-tier martial artist.

The Fate Ghost is known for its strong physical body and tenacious vitality.

Human martial artists of the same level are often at a disadvantage when facing them, let alone when they challenge those of a higher level.

what does this mean?
This means that Chen Wudi was at the third rank.

It then possessed terrifying strength enough to directly fight a fourth-tier human expert.

"To physically withstand a fourth-tier life ghost, how well must one's physique be honed?"

Lin Yuxiu frowned, for she was also a martial artist.
She could better understand the horror of it.

Although Chu Kuanglan's eyes showed shock, he was more confused: "Brother Meng, such a powerful person should have been a sure thing to advance to the fourth rank, right? How come we've never heard of him in the Federation?"

He looked at Wei Banmeng and Lao Lu, people who came from the core circle of the Federation.

Both of them shook their heads slightly.

Clearly, I have no recollection of this name.

Upon hearing this, Lei Meng's excitement vanished instantly, replaced by deep regret. He sighed heavily, "Alas, this is the most regrettable thing! Not long after that battle with the fourth-tier life ghost at sea, Chen Wudi disappeared!"

"disappear?"

Everyone said in unison.

“Yes, they’ve vanished into thin air.” Lei Meng spread his hands and said helplessly, “The City of Injustice has been turned upside down, but there’s no trace of them.”

"We asked around in the Federation, but we didn't get any information at all."

"He disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead. Some say he was too badly injured and found a place to die, others say he went overseas to find a stronger opponent, and still others say he was taken away by the entity behind that ghost of fate. In any case, no one has ever seen him again. A legend has become a thing of the past."

Su Wanqing, who was standing to the side, finally sorted out her thoughts. Her clear, cold voice rang out, tinged with a hint of reminiscence, as she added, "The news that Chen Wudi had fought against a fourth-tier Fate Ghost had actually reached the Federation."

"I remember my grandfather mentioning that this person was a once-in-a-century body-refining prodigy, but unfortunately, he was short-lived. But for some reason, the news about him suddenly disappeared after a very short time."

"I see."

Everyone was stunned.

No wonder they hadn't heard of it.

Lei Meng listened to Su Wanqing's addition and nodded repeatedly. Then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up and he said with a hint of emotion and comparison, "Speaking of this, it reminds me of the Federation's current 'Invincible One' who is currently enjoying great popularity."

He looked at everyone with an expression that they all knew: "It's that Fang Qingyu. He's so young, but his achievements are terrifying. I heard that during the Ghost Festival in Qingjian City, he was only at the early or middle stage of the second tier, but he dared to single-handedly kill a super-large life ghost! That was a peak second-tier existence! And he actually killed it! That courage, that combat power, tsk tsk, it's comparable to Chen Wudi's crazy spirit back then!"

"And then there was the Great Wall defense line." Lei Meng got more and more excited as he spoke, "That traitor named Jiang Taixuan was a genuine third-tier Martial Saint, right? And what happened? He was also killed by this Fang Qingyu! How old was he? He was practically a monster who climbed to the top by stepping on corpses! I heard he's also third-tier now? Goodness, if he ever comes to our City of Injustice to fight in this arena, the scene... I can't even imagine."

Lei Meng spoke with great enthusiasm and vivid description, completely unaware that the "invincible Fang Qingyu" he was talking about was sitting diagonally opposite him by the window, his face calm and expressionless, even with a hint of helplessness.

The expressions of Chu Kuanglan and the others instantly became extremely strange.

His gaze darted back and forth between Lei Meng and Fang Qingyu, wanting to laugh but not daring to, struggling to hold it in.

Jiang Wei, however, showed no expression.

She glanced at Fang Qingyu with her clear red eyes, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve upwards very slightly.

Fang Qingyu himself could only try his best to keep a blank expression.

He nodded slightly in agreement.

Seeing that Lei Meng seemed determined to delve deeper into Fang Qingyu's legendary exploits, Chu Kuanglan quickly coughed loudly, forcibly changing the subject, his booming voice drowning out Lei Meng's: "Hey! Brother Meng! Speaking of which, I'm really curious about something!"

Lei Meng, interrupted, looked at Chu Kuanglan with some lingering interest: "Oh? What's up? Old Chu, you tell me!"

Chu Kuanglan looked on with curiosity, leaning forward slightly: "Why did a man as loyal and righteous as you, with such solid strength, come to this city of injustice to fight for himself? This place is not a place to enjoy life!"

The moment this question was raised, the somewhat strange atmosphere in the carriage instantly calmed down.

Everyone looked at Lei Meng with genuine curiosity.

Even Fang Qingyu raised his eyes.

Lei Meng's smile visibly froze for a moment, then slowly faded away.

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the gray street scene rushing past the car window, and remained silent for a few seconds.

For a moment, only the hum of the engine could be heard inside the car.

"Heh," Lei Meng twitched the corner of his mouth, making a sound that was hard to tell whether it was a laugh or a sigh, "Actually, there's no earth-shattering reason, and it might even be a little embarrassing to say it out loud."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

“That year, I was still in the Action Team of the Divine Administration Bureau, leading a small squad. It was a seemingly ordinary clearing mission, located in an abandoned mine on the southwestern border. Intelligence said that there were several injured heretics hiding inside, and the threat level was not high.” Lei Meng’s voice was very calm.

"The intelligence was wrong. Terribly wrong." His hands, resting on his knees, clenched unconsciously. "Those weren't injured cultists at all, but a carefully laid trap by the heretics, with three entire third-tier apostles lying in ambush."

Lei Meng's eyes became somewhat vacant, as if he could still see that tragic scene: "None of my brothers came back. They all perished inside while covering my escape as the captain."

The air in the car seemed to freeze.

Everyone held their breath, even Chu Kuanglan abandoned his usual carefree demeanor and became solemn.

Lei Meng took a deep breath, his voice still trying to remain calm: "Later, I spent a long time investigating, using all the connections I could. In the end, I discovered that the incorrect intelligence wasn't an accident. Someone deliberately switched the key information, setting a trap for our team! The purpose... was probably to silence them."

“I went to appeal to higher authorities, appealing level by level.”

Lei Meng forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "The result was a complete loss of evidence. All the chains of evidence inexplicably broke down, and all the people involved either kept silent or were transferred. I was labeled as a crazy person who was making trouble for the mission failure and taking it out on the intelligence department."

"Then, I killed the person who set the trap, along with the damn informant behind him who was pushing things along."

Lei Meng's voice suddenly turned cold, but it was gone in an instant, and he regained his composure. "After killing people, I naturally couldn't stay in the Federation, so I ran all the way, and finally... I ended up here."

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell into a deathly silence.

Only the faint sounds of the city outside the window drifted in.

Lei Meng's smile returned, his eyes narrowing habitually, as if he had just recounted someone else's story. He waved his hand, "Hey, that's all old news. Where there are people, there's a world of intrigue; where there's power, there's self-interest. It's normal. I just had bad luck and happened to be there. It's all in the past!"

He tried to appear completely unconcerned.

Chu Kuanglan opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort him, but felt that any words would seem pale and powerless at this moment.

Just then, the bus gradually slowed down and finally came to a smooth stop.

The driver's voice came from the front seat: "Brother Meng, we've arrived, the east gate of the arena."

"Okay! Get off!"

Lei Meng seemed to instantly break free from his heavy emotions and abruptly stood up.

His face returned to its usual hearty, bossy demeanor as he called out to the crowd, "Let's go! Let's go watch the game! I'll show you guys something today!"

Everyone composed themselves and got up to get off the bus.

No one bothered to ask about that past anymore.

Downtown arena.

As everyone disembarked from the bus.

What lies before us is less of an arena and more of an arena.

Rather, it is more like a majestic mountain constructed of steel and giant rocks.

The massive ring structure rises from the ground, its dark gray alloy exterior gleaming with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight, exuding a sense of power.

And here
There are people everywhere!
Wearing various styles of combat suits, these extraordinary individuals exude a fierce aura.

Most of them were ordinary citizens dressed in plain clothes, their faces showing excitement and curiosity.

People from different classes and backgrounds mingled together and surged toward the arena.

"My God, there are so many people!"

Liu San clicked his tongue and subconsciously tightened his grip on the long sword at his waist.

"The city of injustice is unusually lively, and ordinary people can spend a little money to come in and witness the battle of superhumans, so it's naturally very popular."

Lei Meng, however, was unfazed. He puffed out his chest, trying to project the air of a gang leader, and waved his hand, "Stay close to me! Don't get separated!"

He led the way, his imposing figure carving a path through the crowd.

Everyone followed him inside.

Upon entering the arena, the space opens up dramatically.

The enormous circular grandstand extends upwards in layers, stretching as far as the eye can see, and is conservatively estimated to be able to hold hundreds of thousands of people.

The central area consists of three huge circular areas side by side.

Each of these arenas has a diameter of over 100 meters, and the ground is covered with dark energy-absorbing material. Faint energy light curtains flow around the edges of the arena, clearly indicating that this is the arena where a battle is about to take place.

The stands were now packed with people, a cacophony of voices filling the air.

Lei Meng led everyone to a location that wasn't ideal, but offered a fairly open view.

Just sat down not long ago.

Chu Kuanglan moved closer to Lei Meng and said, "Brother Meng, um, I'm going to the restroom."

"Ah? Hurry up and go!"

Lei Meng, without suspecting anything, immediately waved his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Su Wanqing also stood up, her expression calm: "I'll go too."

"Let's go together, I'd like some too," Lin Yu chimed in at the opportune moment.

"Old Lu, let's go relieve ourselves. We won't have time once the competition starts."

Qi Hao hooked his arm around Lu Jiuyuan's shoulder.

Lei Meng looked at the half of the people who suddenly stood up and was a little confused: "Wow, you guys all made plans like this?"

Chu Kuanglan quickly smiled apologetically, "Hehe, maybe the filling in the buns at that shop this morning wasn't very fresh! Brother Meng, please have a seat, we'll be right back!"

Lei Meng and Liu San exchanged a glance and waved helplessly: "Alright, alright, hurry back, don't miss the opening."

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Lei Meng didn't think much of it. His attention was quickly drawn to the scene and the noisy atmosphere. He began enthusiastically introducing the group to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei beside him: "Brother Su Yu, Sister Jiang Wei, see those? Those people over there in black outfits with red patterns are from the 'Hellfire Cult.' They all have explosive tempers, and their abilities are related to fire. They're tough to deal with. And over there too."

Just as Lei Meng was introducing the venue with great familiarity, a loud and inspiring voice rang out in the arena, clearly reaching everyone's ears through the megaphones scattered throughout the arena:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Warriors from every corner of the City of Injustice! Welcome to the 37th City of Injustice Extraordinary Tournament! The second-tier competition begins!"

boom--!
The enormous sound instantly engulfed the entire arena.

Countless people in the stands waved their arms and shouted excitedly.

"Today! Here, we will witness extraordinary clashes, skill contests, and the birth of glory! Thousands of second-tier elites from various forces or lone wolves will fight fiercely on these three arenas for victory! For glory! For the opportunity to reach even greater heights!"

"Now! Let's greet the start of the battle with the loudest applause and cheers!"

As the host finished speaking, dazzling lights simultaneously illuminated the tops of the three huge circular arenas in the center.

Four figures emerged from different passageways and stepped onto their respective arenas.

The force field light curtain rose with a hum.

The arena was separated from the outside world.

"here we go!"

Lei Meng's spirits lifted, and he leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the three arenas, temporarily putting aside his brothers who were going to the restroom.

The competition uses a four-match format, with opponents determined by a draw, and the winners advancing.

For Chu Kuanglan and his group, whose combat power is at the peak of the second tier.

Opponents in the qualifying stage.

The gap in strength is often very obvious.

Lei Meng watched intently, his eyes like those of a hawk capturing every detail of the arena, occasionally offering his comments in a low voice:

"Look at stage number one! That kid with dual swords has good agility, but unfortunately his opponent is a barbarian from the 'Wilderness Bone Gang,' thick-skinned and tough, he can't break through his defenses. Hmm? Wait! This kid's got some skills! That feint... Beautiful! He cut in! Good! He won! He's got potential! Too bad he's from the Wilderness Bone Gang, we can't poach him."

"That God of Choice on Platform Two, his ability is ice? His control over the cold is alright, but his casting speed is too slow. If he gets close, he's finished. Sure enough, the martial artist on the other side who wields a heavy hammer seized the opportunity and smashed him away with one blow! That's how martial artists fight against the cultists!"

"Channel number three, huh?"

Lei Meng's gaze was suddenly drawn to the third arena, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

On the third arena, a figure as burly as an iron tower stood, his face covered by a grotesque bronze demon mask that revealed only his eyes.

He faced a second-tier grandmaster wielding a long spear with formidable spearmanship, bare-handed.

Instead of dodging or avoiding, he charged straight at the shadow of the gun!
Bang bang bang!
The dense, rain-like spear tips pierced the chest and arms of the bronze-masked man, producing a dull thud like metal clashing, but could only leave faint white marks, unable to penetrate at all.

The masked man wasn't fast, but his steps were extremely heavy, each step seeming to make the arena tremble slightly.

He completely ignored his opponent's attacks.

The large, fan-like hand, carrying a heavy, oppressive wind pressure, grabbed at the other person in a simple and brutal manner.

The opponent was clearly frightened by the indestructible monster and its terrifying power, and their marksmanship immediately became chaotic.

Before he could dodge, the bronze-masked man grabbed the shaft of his spear!

"Let go!"

A deep, muffled growl came through the mask.

Click!

The steel-forged gun barrel was actually bent by force.

The warrior holding the gun had his hand split open, and the spear slipped from his grasp.

The bronze-masked man kicked out, striking the opponent's chest like a battering ram.

"puff--!"

The opponent spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the force field light barrier, sliding softly to the ground, and immediately losing consciousness.

The battle is over.

Crush!

"Good guy!"

Lei Meng couldn't help but slap his thigh, his eyes shining. "This body-strengthening skill! This strength! He's definitely a master of body-refining techniques! Judging from his style, he's probably a free spirit! If we could recruit someone like this into our Azure Dragon Gang..."

He turned around excitedly, wanting to share his discovery with Fang Qingyu.

But Fang Qingyu had a very strange smile on his face as he looked toward the third arena.

"Brother Su Yu, you also think this guy is fierce, right?"

Without thinking much, Lei Meng asked excitedly.

"Yeah, it's pretty powerful."

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze, suppressing a laugh, and nodded seriously.

He recognized him immediately; beneath the bronze mask was Chu Kuanglan, who had just run away with an upset stomach.
To avoid revealing his identity and fighting style, this guy didn't even use a weapon.
They directly overwhelmed their opponent with brute force.

the next period of time.

Lei Meng and Liu San were almost completely immersed in watching the game and discovering talent.

They watched with complete absorption.

They would occasionally discuss in hushed tones whether there was a possibility of poaching someone.

And behind them.

One by one, the people quietly left their seats, each wearing a different mask and appearing on various arenas with different fighting styles. Without exception, they all easily advanced with overwhelming force.

Lei Meng and Liu San watched with great interest.

He really didn't pay much attention to the movement of people behind him.

Occasionally, someone would get up and leave, and they would subconsciously assume that the other person was going to the toilet or to buy something to eat or drink.

Their attention was completely drawn to the promising prospects on the field.

"Tsk tsk, Lao Liu, look! That woman with the ice mask just now, her combat strength is definitely at the peak of the second tier."

"Huh? Another one wearing a ghost mask? This one's got even more presence! Like a humanoid beast. Hmm? Why does he look so familiar?"

Lei Meng scratched his head as he watched Chu Kuanglan step onto the stage again, this time wearing an even more ferocious mask and still overwhelming his opponents with brute force.

Fang Qingyu stood to the side, barely able to suppress the smile on his face.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject: "Brother Meng, look over there, it seems like people from our Gray Rock District's Iron Stream Sect are going on stage?"

Lei Meng's attention was indeed diverted to another arena, and he sneered, "It's one of Han Li's subordinates, named Sun Kui, a peak second-tier martial artist who has mastered the Poison Sand Palm technique; he's extremely ruthless."

"His opponent was a flail user, strong but not agile enough. Sun Kui won, by grinding him down with his poisonous palm, a dishonorable victory."

Fang Qingyu watched Lei Meng's serious comments.

Then look at the crowd who quietly left the arena after easily winning.

I couldn't help but think
When Lei Meng found out who they were one day.

What expression will that face have?

It's going to be very exciting.

The qualifying round lasted for nearly five hours.

There were no evenly matched, top-tier battles; most fights were either one-sided crushing victories or weaklings fighting each other with similar strength.

True powerhouses include people like Chu Kuanglan.

They all deliberately restrained themselves and preserved their strength.

When the final round of matches ended.

The host announced that today's qualifying rounds had come to a successful conclusion and that the first round of the official knockout stage would begin tomorrow.

The stands erupted in lingering cheers and discussions.

"Let's go! We had a great time watching today!"

Lei Meng stood up, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, stretched his slightly sore neck, and called out to everyone, "There's even more excitement tomorrow!"

The group followed the flow of people leaving the venue.

Once again, they struggled to squeeze out of the noisy arena, like a small boat.

Just as they reached the relatively open square outside, Lei Meng stopped, turned around to look at the crowd, and with a hearty smile on his face, waved his hand: "Brothers, we had a great time watching the game today, but the back and forth was too much of a hassle! How about this, we won't go back to Gray Rock District tonight. We'll find a place to stay in the city and go back after watching the game tomorrow! All expenses are on me!"

"Long live the boss!"

Chu Kuanglan was the first to react and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

It can save you travel time.

Only a fool would refuse a hotel in the city.

"Brother Meng is so generous!" the others chimed in with smiles.

Lei Meng was very pleased with this reaction.

My gaze swept across the towering buildings lining the square and quickly settled on a rather impressive-looking hotel with a sign hanging on it.

"That one! It looks sturdy enough!"

Lei Meng pointed at the hotel, beaming with pride, "Let's go! Let's treat the brothers to a good meal and a comfortable stay today!"

The crowd cheered and surrounded Lei Meng as they headed towards the hotel.

The atmosphere is relaxed and cheerful.

Even Chu Kuanglan and the others, who had just finished a day of qualifying matches, relaxed.

They were discussing some interesting opponents they had just seen.

however.

Just as they were crossing a relatively quiet, wide side road connecting the plaza and the hotel area, a group of people blocked the road at the corner ahead.

There were about seventeen or eighteen people in this group.

Each of them exuded a calm and collected aura, dressed in uniform dark silver outfits with metallic streamlined patterns.

The leader was tall and slender with a sinister face and narrow, sweeping eyes.

The image finally settled on Lei Meng's face.

A sneer and coldness curled at the corner of his mouth.

Lei Meng stopped abruptly, his smile vanishing like the tide, replaced by a look of grimness and solemnity.

He subtly tilted his head slightly.

He said softly, "The one leading the way is Han Li, the sect leader of the Iron Stream Sect."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Han Li, along with his men, strolled leisurely to Lei Meng and the others.

The two sides were only a few meters apart, but the atmosphere instantly turned icy.

"Chief Lei, you seem to be in high spirits."

Han Li's voice carried a cold, metallic quality. His narrow eyes swept over Fang Qingyu and the others behind Lei Meng before finally settling back on Lei Meng, his sarcasm growing stronger. "Bringing these newly acquired darlings to the city to broaden their horizons?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "precious darling," his tone filled with contempt.

Lei Meng's face was ashen. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "A good dog doesn't block the way. Get out of the way!"

Han Li seemed not to hear Lei Meng's reprimand. His gaze swept over Chu Kuanglan, Fang Qingyu, and the others again, and a look of regret appeared on his face. He shook his head and clicked his tongue: "Lei Meng, I really feel sorry for you. You finally got lucky and picked up such a group of capable fighters, but it's a pity that you're following such a useless boss."

He then looked at the crowd behind Lei Meng and said, "What future do you have following him? He's a good-for-nothing who's been stuck at the initial stage of Martial Saint for over a decade without any progress. That's all he'll ever be. Are you planning to follow him and die with him?"

The veins on Lei Meng's forehead bulged instantly.

His eyes blazed with fury, and his teeth were grinding together.

However, before he could erupt.

Chu Kuanglan, who was standing beside him, suddenly took a step forward.

Chu Kuanglan's eyes, as big as copper bells, widened in disbelief and confusion. He pointed at Han Li, his voice booming like thunder:

"Brother Meng! What's going on with the City Lord's Mansion in this City of Injustice? The security is terrible! How can they let stray dogs run around and bite people?!"

As soon as these words came out.
Han Li's face instantly darkened.

The Iron Stream Sect members behind them suddenly unleashed their auras and took a step forward in unison.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Seeing this, Lei Meng's cold expression turned into a smile as he looked at Han Li and said softly, "Come on, if you have the guts, release your force field now, and we'll fight to the death right here."

Han Li's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

It was like swallowing a fly.

His facial muscles twitched violently a few times, and finally he squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth:

"let!"

He waved his hand sharply.

The Iron Stream Clan members behind them, unwilling to accept their fate and eager to make their move, could only reluctantly part to create a passage on both sides.

Lei Meng scoffed.

Not even bothering to glance at Han Li again, he held his head high and led the Green Dragon Gang through the passage cleared by the Iron Stream Gate, walking briskly without looking to the side.

Until the figures of the Green Dragon Gang members disappeared inside the hotel gate.

Han Li's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"Sect Master," someone nearby leaned forward and whispered, "Lei Meng's men seem to be even more loyal than we initially thought."

"Loyalty?" Han Li interrupted him expressionlessly. "Loyalty my foot! We've only known each other for less than a month. What has Lei Meng done to deserve this?"

"They're just temporarily bound together by that damned brotherhood."

"Hiring people? I refuse to believe that Lei Meng can turn them into die-hard loyalists after less than a month of working together."

(End of this chapter)