[Black from the Root]

When Wang Zhao heard that, his eyes flew wide, almost popping out of their sockets. What the hell? The thing he summoned had to be stronger than the Great Vehicle Buddha? Why the fuck didn't he just ascend and become a Buddha himself!

If that were the case, there might actually be a sliver of a chance.

Besides, if he had that kind of ability, he would have set himself up as cult leader years ago, steamrolled his way to Highland, and lived like a tyrant.

"Y-you, you—"

He raised a hand and pointed at He Zhao, stammering, looking very much like he was ready to smash the jar and give up entirely. Seeing that the man might just lie flat and stop cooperating, the Folding Saw in a certain someone's hand suddenly stood upright, aimed at an indescribable area.

It was as if he were saying that if so much as one "no" came out of his mouth, he would saw straight down.

"???"

Fuck, no, absolutely not. Just cutting across was already horrifying enough. If it came down vertically, just how much would that hurt?

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

The one surnamed Wang immediately puffed out his chest, thumping it with his right hand as his eyes filled with staunch resolve.

"Heh."

The Famous Ruthless Person stepped forward and poked the other man in the chest with his index finger.

"As long as the link between us isn't broken, I can have you under my thumb for the rest of your life."

With that, he turned and walked toward the private residence directly connected to the fourth floor of the billiard hall.

He planned to go up and search around, to see if he could dig out any unknown secrets.

Behind him, Wang Zhao's expression was