The reason Fang Zheng was so angry was simple: he had received a text message from Sayu's phone—and Sayu had not sent it.
In other words, Sayu and Hanabi had been kidnapped.
Of course, neither of them was in immediate danger, but that did nothing to ease Fang Zheng's displeasure.
What kind of idiot dared kidnap Laozi's people?
Tired of living, were they?
Thus, when Fang Zheng followed the text's instructions to the designated location, his face was utterly black.
"Where did you idiots crawl out of?"
Although Sayu and Hanabi were under the enemy's control, Fang Zheng seemed entirely unconcerned. He merely sized up the strangely dressed group before him. Most of them were foreigners, though he had no idea where they had come from. Some had their faces covered, looking too ashamed to show themselves... Well, considering the crap they had pulled, they really had no face to show.
"You don't need to know who we are. You only need to do as we say."
At Fang Zheng's question, the man at the front sneered. Behind him, a huge and bizarre spirit was gripping Sayu and Hanabi. From the looks of it, these people were probably shamans.
"What do you want?"
Fang Zheng could not be bothered wasting words with them and got straight to the point.
"Withdraw from the Psychic Battle."
"Withdraw?"
"That's right."
As he spoke, the man raised a hand and pointed at the Oracle Pager hanging from Fang Zheng's waist.
"As long as you destroy that thing, we'll return the two girls to you. How about it? Not a bad deal, right?"
"Not bad indeed, but I have a better deal."
Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes after hearing him out.
"Tell me obediently who sent you to do this, and I'll spare your lives...