"You don't need to thank the two of us. The one you should thank is our boss," Shen Yiyi said.
Malosa's expression changed. From Shen Yiyi's words, he had heard Chinese. Looking at the two of them again, he could confirm that they were Chinese.
"Who is your boss?" Malosa asked warily.
Han Yu smiled. "You're smart. Looks like you've already guessed something. Come with us. Our boss is in the woods not far ahead."
Malosa hesitated, and the subordinates behind him also showed puzzled expressions.
"Boss, it can't be Lu Yang, can it?"
"No way. Why would Lu Yang come to a place like this? It might be Liang Yun or Zhou Tianming. They may want to recruit us."
"Don't meet them."
"Should we meet them?"
His subordinates had all kinds of opinions, but most of them were still hostile toward the Iron Blood Brotherhood. Malosa frowned.
With his arms folded, Han Yu asked mockingly, "What, Malosa, the man who once helped Tianlong conquer a third of the map, is now too scared to even meet someone?"
Malosa's face darkened with anger. "What's there to be afraid of? It's just a game. At worst, I die and drop some equipment. What am I afraid of?"
Han Yu shrugged. "Then please."
Malosa took a deep breath. "I know you're trying to provoke me. Let me make this clear first: I'm not falling for your trick. I just want to tell the person behind you not to get any ideas about us. We will not join the Iron Blood Brotherhood."
After saying that, Malosa turned to his men. "Go grind freely. I'm going to meet this person. Whatever you have to say, wait until I get back."
His subordinates looked at one another.
Malosa said to Han Yu, "Lead the