Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Land (Thanks to Li Zhong Bao Li for the Alliance Leader)

Tang Qian, male, forty-one years old, was The Horde.

A Central Earth mercenary, a DiDi Hitting People gold-tier operative, a Rental Yojimbo with only a 41% approval rating at Wild Bazaar, runner-up in the Fourteenth Thousand Isles Northern Big Eater Competition, a Red Phoenix Nightclub silver-card member... and, moreover, The Horde's Heavenly Chosen Ruler.

Commonly used names: Tom, Jerry, Smith, Nakanotori, John, Chen Laoshi, Yu Qiang, and so on.

Changing his name after every job was perfectly normal.

His combat strength was unknown. He would feel out the weak and lie down before the strong; bearing all his ancestral founders within himself, he was the very model of a man who ate his fill while the whole family went hungry.

Unlike Asura's terrifying aura at its peak of three heads and six arms, Old Tang was currently still in a one-head, two-arm state, completely baffled and looking utterly dumb, not yet having figured out what was going on.

What happened? Where was the enemy? Who the hell was I?

How had the target his employer asked him to protect ended up bloody all over and dead in the time it took to take a shit?

What he had not expected even more was to run into an old acquaintance in this godforsaken place, Quancheng...

—What the hell are you people doing?!

In shock, he looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Ji Jue, then back at the corpse.

Ji Xue cautiously bent forward slightly, both hands resting on the two short swords behind her back, her expression gradually turning cold.

But Ji Jue's hand pressed her shoulder.

He patted it, signaling for her to rest properly. Leave it to me here.

Then he rose from his chair.

Old Tang seemed to have finally come to his senses.

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