"Name?"
"Deron, sir. Deron Ers!"
"Identity?"
"Red Moon Squad. Deputy captain!"
"Deputy captain? You're not lying, are you? You're an ordinary person, yet you became the deputy captain of a Snow Bandit squad?"
"No, no, I swear, I swear I'm not lying. The Red Moon Squad only has one priest, and that's our captain, Edwin. Everyone else is ordinary."
"Fine. What level priest is Edwin? Level Two or Level Three? Or... Level Four?"
"Sorry, Captain Edwin is only a Level One Priest."
"Level One? Then you must be tired of living, daring to accept a job to cause trouble for our Flame Fist Tribe?"
Huang Xiangyu froze for a moment, then reached out and slapped Deron's face twice.
"Kid, I can tell you this clearly: the last person who dared to deceive me is lying dead outside the Flame Fist Tribe right now. His name was Duan Tianrong. You're a Snow Bandit, so you should know him well, right?"
He was really just borrowing the tiger's might.
Yet as a listener, Deron—who had still been thinking about how to escape a moment ago—suddenly froze.
"Duan Tianrong? How could that be? That was the Secret—"
"The Secret Kill Squad, right? They're completely finished. Well, perhaps you know them too."
Huang Xiangyu reached out, grabbed Deron by the collar, and forcibly dragged him to the other side of the narrow dungeon.
By the dim firelight, he saw nine miserable figures tied to pillars, their mouths stuffed with weeds.
Huang Xiangyu casually pulled the weeds from one man's mouth.
Then came the classic scene of villagers from the same hometown meeting, both shedding tears.
"The Secret Kill Squad? My god, you're actually members of the Secret Kill Squad!"
Deron saw the tattoo on the other man's neck: a silver dagger.
It was the