Dark Wounds

Luo Yan glanced indifferently at the long-legged secretary through his mask. "My weapon is my life."

"I'm not used to handing over my weapon in the wilderness."

Feiyu's expression darkened at once. "What do you mean? I don't know what rules the Xuanming Department has, but in the Gou Mang Department, anyone who wants to see the minister has to hand over their weapon!"

Luo Yan said calmly, "I never asked to see your Minister Lin."

Feiyu's temple was already throbbing. He knew Luo Yan was arrogant, but he hadn't expected him to be this arrogant.

He had already come to the Gou Mang Department's camp, yet he was still bristling from head to toe.

Just then, a voice came from inside the room. "It's fine. Let Captain Red Ghost come in."

It was Lin Yuanfang's voice.

Luo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly behind his mask. Without showing any emotion, he manifested several Dragon Scales and released the aura of Dragon Dragon Blood Essence.

That day, he had dealt with Lin Yuanfang from inside a mecha in the Valley of Grief.

Practitioners of the Profound Comprehension Realm had keen instincts. Luo Yan didn't dare be careless, worried that Lin Yuanfang might recognize him.

Therefore, he released a trace of the Fierce Beast's aura to muddle Lin Yuanfang's perception.

At that moment, Secretary Xia He opened the door. Inside was a spotless room with a table and several chairs.

Lin Yuanfang sat behind the desk. The glow of the setting sun streamed in through the window and draped him in a layer of golden light.

Bathed in the light, Lin Yuanfang's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, as though there were no secrets in his eyes.

His high, straight nose seemed to have been carved by a knife, while his