On the outskirts of Linjiang, in a rarely visited village.
"Dragon King, how are your injuries after regulating your breath?"
"When Bruce went down the mountain yesterday, he spotted traces of police in another village fifty kilometers away. It probably won't be long before they find us. We need to evacuate and perform an Array Shift."
Late at night, Mike pushed open the door and entered, asking with a face full of concern.
As he looked at Long Jiuyuan sitting cross-legged by the bed, a barely noticeable trace of admiration flashed through Mike's eyes, and his thoughts ran wild.
Why was the Dragon King unwilling to leave now and take Bruce and me back to America?
With the Dragon King Hall's influence, evacuating at this point would not be difficult at all.
If they kept delaying, though, there was no telling what would happen in the end.
By now, all the members of Team A who had come from Southeast Asia had been wiped out, and the Dragon Kingdom had also discovered that they were all from the Dragon King Hall.
This matter had already risen to the international level. The Dragon Kingdom was demanding an explanation from America and negotiating terms.
Because of this, he had received calls from the Dragon King Hall almost every day lately. Several major American families connected to the Dragon King Hall had given him a vicious scolding and ordered him to return home immediately.
If this was mishandled, then even with his status as the old Dragon King's direct disciple, the Dragon King risked being pulled down from his pedestal.
After all, the impact of this incident was simply too great. Moreover, the Dragon King Hall had never been united, and there were no shortage of people coveting the position of Dragon King.