That was clearly Lu Gong's voice!
Hearing it, Fan Lang's gaze sharpened, and his heart skipped a beat.
The Red Camp Leader stepped aside, revealing a throne behind him. Seated on it was a tall, thin young man with a hooked nose—none other than Lu Gong.
A smug smile hung on Lu Gong's face as he looked at Fan Lang and the other, taking in their expressions. He sneered, "Surprised? You went through untold hardship to get here, only to arrive more than a step too late. This is what you get for opposing me. I am Heaven's Chosen, blessed with tremendous fortune. You had already lost from the very beginning."
Fan Lang did not answer. Instead, he turned to the Dancing Girl nearby and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say we got here first?"
"Th-that isn't my fault! The Leader told me so. I didn't lie to you, I really didn't," the Dancing Girl explained.
Lu Gong laughed even harder. "Fan Lang, don't take your anger out on this puppet. I have already become their master, so naturally they must obey me and follow my commands. Things have come to this, and the overall situation is settled. I am the final winner. Even if you hadn't come, I would have ordered the puppet army to capture you. You never had any choice."
Fan Lang looked back at Lu Gong, who wore the air of a victor, and said with a grim face, "Fine, you're impressive. What do you want now?"
"I am in a good mood right now, so I can give you two a chance to live. But I can only spare one of you. If the two of you kneel and kowtow, properly begging my forgiveness, then whoever satisfies me will live. The other can