One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Xiao Zizai smiled gently, picked up a rag, and carefully wiped the oil stains off the scalpel.

Zhang Tianyi slumped in the armchair and snorted:

"Hold back my ass. You can smell your stench from 800 miles away."

"If this kid can't even see this, then he shouldn't be a cult leader. He should just go home and sell sweet potatoes."

……

Biyou Village, core area, Ma Xianhong's private weapon-refining room.

The heavy stone door was tightly shut, cutting off all outside sounds.

Ma Xianhong sat at the table with a gloomy expression, his fingers tapping rapidly on the surface.

That sense of crisis of being targeted lingered.

"Something's not right... that team is definitely not right."

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and pulled out a specially made communication artifact from his pocket.

That was left to him by Qu Tong, the president of the Yaoxing Society. It contained a large amount of information and data about the world of supernatural beings.

Ma Xianhong's fingers flew across the virtual screen as he entered keywords to search.

Soon, a photo popped up.

The person in the photo is wearing a monk's robe and has a compassionate face, but his eyes are exactly the same as the man who was cutting meat earlier.

Below the file, a line of large characters was written in bold—

[Xiao Zizai, disciple of Master Jiekong]

[Biography: He was bloodthirsty by nature and was expelled from Shaolin Temple for his inability to control his killing urges. He later joined NaDuTong and became a temporary worker in the East China region.]

His pupils contracted sharply, and his expression changed.

"A temporary worker...the serial killer from the East China region..."

Ma Xianhong felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Since this chef is a top-tier assassin who knows everyone...

What about the others?

That incredibly strong security guard?

That seemingly timid cleaning lady? And that flamboyant lead dancer?

Ma Xianhong's fingers continued to compare data in the database.

[Temporary worker in Central China - Black pipe]

[Temporary worker in the Northwest Region - Lao Meng]

[Wang Zhenqiu, Temporary Worker in Southwest Region]

Each name and each photograph struck Ma Xianhong's heart like a heavy hammer.

Aside from that mysterious Er Zhuang in the Northeast region, there are all the temporary workers from the six major regions...

They all came!

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Ma Xianhong suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter filled with self-mockery and anger.

"What a Zhang Chulan... what a Tian Shu Zhenren..."

"I see...I see!"

"What tourism, what music festival... it's all a smokescreen!"

"The company is going to take action against me..."

Ma Xianhong suddenly stood up, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Is it for Chen Duo?

Or is it for the body-cultivation furnace?

Not important anymore.

The important thing is that the executioner's knife is already at Biyou Village's neck, and he was just foolishly handing the knife to these executioners!

He wanted to rush out immediately to confront them, and he wanted to gather all the top talents to fight to the death.

But he stopped the moment his hand touched the doorknob.

Zhang Tianyi's smiling face appeared in my mind.

That terrifying man...

If he really wanted to take action, he would have done it already.

Why make such a big fuss?

Why bother having tea and chatting with me?

"Calm down... Ma Xianhong, you need to calm down."

Ma Xianhong forced himself to sit back in his chair, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

This game of chess is not yet at a dead end.

There are still variables.

……

It was late at night.

The noise in the square gradually subsided, and most people went to rest, leaving only a few lonely lamps swaying in the wind.

Zhang Chulan was squatting in a corner, with a straw in his mouth.

Looking at the nth urgent WeChat message from Chairman Zhao on his phone, he was filled with worry.

"Zhang Chulan".

A calm voice sounded behind him.

Zhang Chulan was startled and almost dropped his phone.

He turned around and saw Ma Xianhong standing in the shadows, holding two bottles of wine, his expression inscrutable.

"Hey, Village Chief Ma? Why aren't you sleeping so late at night...?"

Zhang Chulan immediately put on his signature sly smile.

"Chat?"

Ma Xianhong shook the wine bottle in his hand and pointed to a large blue stone not far away:

There are some things I want to tell you privately.

Zhang Chulan's eyes flickered slightly, then he nodded:

"Sure, I've been craving some wine too."

Chapter 95 I treated you like one of my own, but you treated me like a performance indicator?

The two walked to the large blue stone and sat down.

Ma Xianhong didn't say anything, but silently opened a bottle of wine, handed one to Zhang Chulan, and then tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquor seemed to slightly suppress his inner anger as it went down his throat.

"Zhang Chulan".

Ma Xianhong looked at the distant mountains, his voice somewhat low:

"You know what? I've been paying close attention to you ever since the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"Oh? That's my honor," Zhang Chulan said with a laugh.

No, I'm serious.

Ma Xianhong turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Chulan:

"Because we are the same kind of people."

“Your grandfather, Zhang Huaiyi, comprehended the Qi Body Source Flow. My great-grandfather, Ma Benzai, comprehended the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements.”

“We are all inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, and descendants of the victims of the Jia Shen Rebellion.”

"In this world of supernatural beings, we are ostracized outcasts, lambs to the slaughter for possessing a treasure."

Ma Xianhong was somewhat agitated; his knuckles were white as he gripped the wine bottle.

"I established Biyou Village, created the Body Cultivation Furnace, and proposed the concept of the New Intercept... not just for myself."

"I also want people like us to have a place to settle down and make a living! So that we won't be watched like thieves by those so-called prestigious families and companies anymore!"

"I always thought you would understand me."

"I always thought you would be on my side."

At this point, Ma Xianhong's voice suddenly turned cold.

He abruptly turned his head, staring intently into Zhang Chulan's eyes, no longer concealing his anger:

"But... Zhang Chulan."

"Look what you've done!"

"You brought all the company's temporary workers with you!"

"That Xiao Zizai who cuts meat... is he the compassionate Xiao Zizai? And that black pipe... is he the weapon of mass destruction in Central China?"

Ma Xianhong stood up, pointed at the equipment still standing in the square, and laughed angrily:

You call this a professional team?

"Zhang Chulan, I consider you one of my own kind, a brother, and I want to lend you a hand."

"What about you?"