Ning Ze walked out of the Nine-Story Building.
A young man in training clothes had been waiting at the entrance for quite some time.
Most of the Elite Training Camp's instructors were War Gods. At that level of genetic evolution, aging slowed tremendously, and most of them looked young.
Ning Ze had judged him to be an instructor because of his eyes. They held confidence, power, calmness, and a faint disdain for everything. Only those among the world's foremost experts possessed such a gaze—the confidence forged through countless battles to the death!
"Sir."
Zhang Ran's eyes were filled with contemplation. He felt that Wu Hao's expression was somewhat unnatural. Inspector had not told him much earlier, only that he was to take over Wu Hao's work. That made Wu Hao's current state rather strange.
Especially since four black men were following behind him. Why?
Zhang Ran nodded at Ning Ze. "Just call me Instructor." Then he turned around. "What are you four doing here?"
Before the four could speak, Ning Ze said first, "A bunch of petty fools. Once I become an official member, I'll challenge them!" He put on an arrogant expression, as though the strength of those four was not worth mentioning at all.
Zhang Ran's mouth twitched. He more or less understood. Those who had just entered the Training Camp had all been invincible geniuses in their local areas. Once they arrived here, it was inevitable that they would fail to see the situation clearly and think themselves the greatest geniuses.
The four of them would mean at least 4 billion. Zhang Ran wanted to teach Ning Ze a lesson, but a 4 billion debt was still too heavy for a new member. He said, "You've only just arrived. You should familiarize yourself with the place first!"