The Double Pupils' rise to power could have been a serious problem—or no problem at all.
Nuoqila had prepared a whole speech for today, and he finally managed to keep the Little Grey from getting angry.
He left out many details, cast the battle on Saint Qing Island as a righteous fight, and laid all the blame on Folo, Musta, and the others.
After listening, the Little Grey gave him an odd look. "You're the Chairman of the Illuminati?"
"Then who's he?"
The Little Grey abruptly turned his head, his solid-black eyes fixing on Huang Ji, who was watching from a second-floor railing in the distance.
"Ah!" Evil Dragon and the others felt as though a natural predator had spotted them. Though the Little Grey was looking at Huang Ji, chills still ran down their spines!
"He... they're all Level 32 warriors, here to serve as guards for your reception," Nuoqila said, wiping away sweat.
He knew Huang Ji had no intention of receiving the Little Grey. Huang Ji had only brought Evil Dragon's group to stand guard, so Nuoqila hurried to introduce him as a mere warrior, not one of the leaders.
He simply hadn't expected the Little Grey to single Huang Ji out anyway.
"Oh..."
The Little Grey gave a flat reply, then shot fifty meters through the air and landed before Huang Ji.
His charge, at 180 kilometers per hour, stirred the air into rolling waves and left a visible trail in its wake.
His toes were unusually long, more like a bird's talons. He could walk on level ground or grip a thin railing and stand at an angle.
A little over 1.4 meters tall, he stood on the one-meter-high railing with his head just above Huang Ji's.
Now he leaned forward and looked down at