Those who reincarnate must die.

Upon hearing Zhang Lang's words, the couple was taken aback, and then began to scrutinize him carefully.

"Do you know us?"

"We met once before." Zhang Lang smiled slightly. In May, he, Su Jie, Cheng Jun and others took a train to Fangzhou Peninsula for tourism. On the train, they encountered a reincarnated person who had suddenly undergone a strange change hiding in the toilet. Zhang Lang was going to deal with him, but a young couple took care of him without him even noticing.

Afterwards, Zhang Lang inquired with Wang Defa and obtained the names of the siblings Mu Qing and Mu Zhuo.

Zhang Lang's strength back then was naturally incomparable to that of today, but it was still far beyond that of ordinary heroes. The fact that these two siblings could carry out such a complex operation right under his nose without leaving a trace shows just how skillful they were.

In fact, Zhang Lang had noticed Mu Qing and Mu Zhuo when dealing with the Broken Sword branch in the East China Sea, but he hadn't seen them. This showed that these two were not affiliated with the East China Sea branch, and were not even people Ning Yi could easily mobilize.

These two are very likely high-ranking agents directly under the Shattered Sword headquarters!

Their appearance today confirms this.

If Ning Yi is looking for him, he can just contact him directly. The fact that someone specifically sent someone to invite him means that the person who wants to see him has a higher status within the Broken Sword.

"We were mistaken..." Mu Zhuo scratched his head. "But since you know us, there's no need for introductions. Come with us."

"Are they the real people in charge of the Broken Sword?" Zhang Lang asked, looking at the two siblings.

"You'll see when you get there," Mu Qing said, adjusting her glasses.

"Don't go with them until they explain themselves clearly!" Ye Peng slammed his hand on the table, while Su Jie, standing beside him, also looked wary.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen..." Zhang Lang reassured him.

"What do you have to worry about?" Mu Zhuo took the opportunity to drink another glass of wine and chuckled, "Based on what he's done, what in the main world can threaten him now?"

"Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourselves. Don't become his weakness and hold him back!"

Zhang Lang glanced at Mu Zhuo: "I have no weaknesses, because those who did are all dead."

These words made Mu Zhuo shudder, as if the wine he had just drunk was still burning his mouth.

After greeting the group and telling them to continue eating, Zhang Lang followed Mu Qing and Mu Zhuo out of the restaurant, took the escalator down to the next floor, and arrived at a ramen shop.

"We've arrived." Mu Qing gestured for them to proceed.

"Right here?" The proximity was somewhat unexpected for Zhang Lang.

"Surprised? We didn't expect it at first either," Mu Zhuo laughed. "This is the first time I've met that gentleman who would travel this far just to see someone!"

The three entered the ramen shop. Strangely, the waiter, who was always very enthusiastic towards customers, seemed not to see them and let them walk to the innermost table. At the table sat a tall man with mixed-race features, who was eating a bowl of ramen with gusto.

The moment Zhang Lang saw this man, his eyebrows twitched.

Without needing Mu Zhuo or Mu Qing's introduction, Zhang Lang went straight to the table and sat down.

The man had just finished his noodles. He wiped his mouth, looked at Zhang Lang with a slight smile, and said, "Would you like a bowl too? Their ramen has a unique flavor."

"You didn't specifically ask me to come here just for noodles, did you?" Zhang Lang looked into the man's eyes. "Zeus!"

When Zhang Lang called out his code name from the altar, the man wasn't surprised at all: "Although I knew I couldn't hide it from you, I still want to ask, how did you recognize me when my appearance in reality is completely different from my appearance in the altar?"

Indeed, the Zeus on the altar has a full beard, a distinctly Western appearance, a rugged look, and an imposing aura.

But the Zeus standing before Zhang Lang at this moment had a clean face, with features that combined Western three-dimensionality with Eastern gentleness. Although he was tall, he was not as imposing as he was on the altar, and looked more like a refined scholar.

"Appearances can change, but auras don't." Zhang Lang looked into Zeus's eyes: "In the altar, you were intentionally releasing your aura to display your majesty. Now, you are restraining your aura to avoid attracting attention... But no matter how big or small, the core of your aura remains unchanged. You are Zeus, no matter how your appearance changes."

"Just this?" Zeus raised an eyebrow.

"And there's a bit of deduction involved." Zhang Lang smiled slightly: "Even Ning Yi can't order Mu Qing and Mu Zhuo around, so the only one who would run errands for you is the big boss of the Broken Sword. The big boss of the biggest organization is naturally the strongest hero of the Shen Clan!"

"Hahahaha..." Zeus laughed and shook his head: "Very clever, but now, I'm afraid I can no longer bear the title of the strongest of the Shen tribe..."

Zeus looked at Zhang Lang: "I won't beat around the bush. Because of what you did in the Supernova Tournament, the Shen Clan has essentially declared war on the other eleven races... Of course, the various races are generally considered to be hostile to each other, but overall, it's still a state of chaotic warfare. But now, because of what you did, the other races have united, and our Shen Clan is now at risk of being attacked by them all."

Zhang Lang snorted coldly: "If they want revenge, they can come to me all they want. I'll kill as many as they come!"

Zeus sighed: "I don't doubt your abilities, but can you manage the entire world? Besides, those alien races don't necessarily want revenge on you. They'll launch attacks on the Shen race's world again and again as long as they have a suitable reason."

"You can only go to one world to carry out missions each month. Can you guarantee that the world you go to will be under attack by alien races? Even if you can, if every one of the eleven races invades a Shen clan world, you can only save one of them. The remaining ten will probably be destroyed because of you!"

Zeus's words made Zhang Lang frown.

After a moment, he countered, "If I hadn't participated in the Supernova Tournament, would the alien races have let go of the opportunity to conquer the Shen Clan's world?"

Zeus paused for a moment, then replied, "No, they will take action if given the chance. But at least the Shen Clan won't be so conspicuous, and the alien races won't waste more valuable resources just to attack the Shen Clan."

"What if I only won the Supernova Tournament, but didn't carry out the final massacre?"

"Um..." Zeus understood what Zhang Lang meant: "Indeed, the race that wins the Supernova Tournament will inevitably attract attention, especially since the rewards this time are particularly generous, which will cause concern about the rise of the Shen race. But at least, it won't attract as much hatred..."

Zhang Lang nodded: "It seems I did do something inappropriate, making an already hostile race hate us even more."

Zeus was speechless for a moment. He had indeed exaggerated the impact of Zhang Lang's massacre. In fact, the rewards for the supernova alone were enough to make other races envious and target the Shen race. Zhang Lang's final massacre was like adding fuel to the fire, but without that fuel, the fire would still have burned.

"I believe you didn't come to me to list my crimes, did you?" Zhang Lang looked at Zeus. "I admit I caused this trouble. Do you have a way to get me to do something to resolve it?"

"A wise man..." Zeus smiled and shook his head: "It seems that what I said before was somewhat superfluous... I can send you to the front line of the interplanetary war, so that you can face the most ferocious alien attacks directly."

"However, the prerequisite is that your altar must have a proper altar master!"