At the entrance of an old prison:
Several leaders were sitting at the entrance like dried sardines and chatting, bored out of their minds, when one of them sharply caught sight of an unfamiliar face nearby.
"Eh? Who are those two people over there? I don't think I've seen them!" a leader asked suspiciously.
"Probably some newly captured souls?"
A leader from another faction turned in the direction of the two newcomers, and his eyes abruptly shot open in disbelief. "Sh*t! Lord... Lord Asura! Isn't the one on the left Lord Asura?! How did he also get captured here?!"
"D*mn! What did you say?"
"The one on the left is Lord Asura and the one on the right is his deputy! I've seen them once before, so I'm definitely not mistaken!"
...
After disembarking from the boat, Si Yehan led Lin Que to secretly scout for traces of Ye Wanwan but couldn't find her after searching several districts.
He only found her bloody shoes on a beach.
As Si Yehan held her shoes and stared at the traces of blood on it, his expression was unprecedentedly dark.
Lin Que also panicked slightly. "Ninth Brother, wait, there's still a district we haven't checked yet!"
Si Yehan's fingers clenched, and he resumed walking.
At the entrance of District B's prison cells:
The people at the entrance swiftly rushed inside to inform everyone. "D*mn d*mn d*mn\, another one is captured! Do you know who got captured this time?"
Inside, the leaders were all disinterested.
Initially, when new people were captured, they still made a few remarks. But as more and more people were captured and their backgrounds turned bigger and bigger, most people were numb to the news already.
"Who? Why are you so excited?" a person asked nonchalantly.
"PAH!"
The second Ye Wanwan heard the name "Lord Asura," she instantly spat out her tea. "Who did you say?"
"The boss of Asura! The Great Devil, Lord Asura!"
"..." Ye Wanwan was stupefied. She wasn't prepared at all.
Ah-Jiu?
She hadn't sent a signal yet, so why did he come?
After Ye Wanwan's surprise passed, her second reaction was to look down and inspect herself. Right now, her hair was messy and her clothes were wrinkled. She was wearing a pair of shoes woven from grass and she was shaking her legs, which were propped on the coffee table, without any care for her image. There were some cards in her hands while items she tricked out of those bosses were piled in front of her...
She wholly embodied a king of the mountain, a bandit...
Ye Wanwan cursed, "D*mn..."
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