The Stamp on His Face (6K)

Just then, a black-clad man hurried in through the back door and leaned close to Nangong Wan to whisper a few words.

"Useless trash," Nangong Wan snapped.

Nangong Wan said awkwardly, "Our man lost him. According to him, he was suddenly hit by a powerful mental attack. The moment he woke up, he rushed back here."

The Vice Sect Leader's eyes shifted slightly as he stared at the black-clad man without saying a word.

Nangong Wan turned back toward the black-clad man in confusion, only then noticing that the words "Soul Hall" had been stamped on his face.

"Get out! Someone stamped two huge words on your face and you didn't even notice? You worthless fool!"

Nangong Wan was so furious he nearly smashed the teacup beside him. "Send Chen An in."

"Yes, this subordinate is incompetent." The black-clad man retreated, trembling.

A moment later, Chen An hurried in.

He dropped to one knee. "Greetings, Alliance Leader."

As the manager of the Golden Hall, Chen An was naturally deeply trusted by Nangong Wan. Nangong Wan frowned and said, "How much do you know about Soul Heavenly Cripple, Number Sixty-Six? Tell me everything."

After witnessing the terrifying abilities Huo Yuhao had displayed in the match today, Chen An had become even more confident in this lord.

He also knew that the Alliance Leader would certainly question him after seeing that scene, so he had already prepared his words. He hurriedly said, "This Number Sixty-Six caught my attention the moment he arrived..."

The clever part was that nine parts of what he said were true, while one part was false. He merely concealed his deeper relationship with Huo Yuhao. Naturally, he also did not mention that Huo Yuhao had sent him to purchase Rare Metals.

After hearing his account, Nangong Wan's expression