Watching Kabuli get beaten to death by Lin Li's fists on the screen, a group of unfamiliar races in the audience clapped and cheered.
Dulan remained expressionless.
Huang Ji said over the communicator, "He lost to Ziwei's people. I didn't save him."
He said calmly, "Shadow Long, you were right not to save him. Don't expose yourself."
"I knew long ago that the Ziwei Group would kill our people... That Isis woman—I could tell at the negotiating table that she was extremely confident and aggressive. She genuinely wants to wipe out our Anunnaki."
Huang Ji asked over the communicator, "Should we retaliate?"
"Don't act rashly. They definitely have something special backing them. I recently looked into Ziwei's online store, and their intelligence network is terrifying. Let them swagger for a few years first." Dulan remained calm.
Huang Ji said, "Kabuli's last words were for you to beware of Huang Ji."
Dulan mused, "Is it the person in the footage?"
"No. The person in the footage is called Lin Li," Huang Ji said.
Dulan said, "This Lin Li is rather strong..."
"Strong? He feels pretty ordinary to me," Huang Ji said.
"That's because his moves are ordinary. From beginning to end, he only used electric shock, but that's precisely what makes it extraordinary. Kabuli was too weak and couldn't force anything else out of Lin Li," Dulan said.
Huang Ji said, "Is that so? Maybe he simply doesn't know any other techniques."
Dulan laughed. "Could that be? Even some country bumpkin who can barely fight knows the High-Energy Thermal Bomb. How could he not? He can produce so many variations using only one kind of energy. Wouldn't he be even more formidable with several kinds? This person might even be at the count rank."
"Pay special attention to him."
Huang Ji