Wenren Sheng could already see a path to becoming a protagonist.
Of course, whether Dafflin could walk it to the end would depend on whether he could seize the opportunity.
This former sports star could rely only on his own mind.
Wenren Sheng did not want to watch any longer. Just as he was about to control Big Cat to turn around and leave, Dafflin's phone chimed. Dafflin immediately lowered his head to look at it, and a hint of delight appeared on his face.
"The female prophet from Eastern Continent replied to me!" he blurted out.
"Oh, a prophet?" A flash of sharp light passed through the eyes of the fat old banyan tree man who had shaken hands with him.
One-Eyed Dragon, standing nearby, sighed softly when he heard that.
This little brother still had a long way to go before he matured.
He had only just joined and was already baring his heart like this. That was not a sign of maturity.
Wenren Sheng controlled Big Cat and looked over as well.
Sure enough, there was a message on the phone: "Dear XX, I am aware of your troubles. This is not something you can handle. For the health of yourself and your family, please hide well. Respectfully, Nicholas Zhao."
Wenren Sheng froze for a moment, and the image of a fool flashed through his mind.
He shook his head. He had not expected someone thousands of miles away to become entangled with people around him.
Then he silently controlled Big Cat to leave. He needed to deal with those Backstage Black Hands as soon as possible.
As for where they were hiding, he only needed to use Netherworld Communion.
After all, they had exposed far too many clues.
In a small town in the