The First Disciple

Feng Qian immediately realized what was happening.

He nodded eagerly, his voice brimming with emotion. "That's right! Seeing how selflessly you protect everyone and fight against the supernatural, I want to be like you."

Zhou Lei didn't hesitate for long, and subconsciously shouted, "Me too!"

It's obvious.

Feng Qian and Zhou Lei were not the only two fighters who had the idea of joining forces with Lu Bai.

The fighters currently trapped in the tent area are basically all thinking the same thing.

After all, they were trapped in the tent area, unable to hide, unable to escape, and unable to use their abilities.

If you want to survive, this is the only option left.

The moral bottom line of deathmatch fighters is quite flexible; as long as they can survive, losing face is not a big deal.

As for why they dared to come and seek refuge directly, it was probably because, in the eyes of the death fighters, Lu Bai was kind.

They were willing to risk even the lives of these natives in the Deathmatch Arena, so it wouldn't be a problem to spare the lives of these deathmatch fighters.

Given the current situation, these die-hards believe their guesses are probably correct.

Lu Bai welcomed all the fighters who came to join him.

They would take as many as they wanted, and even give them the title of apprentice to make it easier for them to move around in the tent area.

On the contrary, Captain Mao, who had always been by Lu Bai's side, was now somewhat bewildered.

At first, he thought that this secret visit to the people who were tainted by eerie yin energy might lead to some sudden crisis or battle.

But to his utter surprise, Lu Bai wandered around the tent area for a while.

They didn't seem to be secretly searching for people tainted by evil spirits; rather, they seemed to have come here specifically to find apprentices.

He was puzzled as to why Lu Bai was being so agreeable today.

When I asked before if these skills could be passed on, they clearly said that most people couldn't learn them...

The onlookers were quite excited, and seeing that Lu Bai had taken on two more "disciples," they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Keep it up, guys, you must master these skills."

"It's a pity. If I had a child, I would definitely let him learn skills from the Guardian God."

"Great! The Guardian God's abilities can spread, so there shouldn't be anything to fear about the supernatural anymore, right?"

"No, I also want to learn the Guardian God's abilities, but I don't know if the Guardian God would be willing to accept me."

"Forget it, I probably couldn't give up my relatively peaceful life to live a life full of strange and dangerous things."

Lu Bai smiled and waved to the onlookers around him before continuing on his way.

As he wandered around for longer, the number of death row fighters following him gradually exceeded twenty.

A large group of people walked through the passageway between the tents; it was not exactly a grand procession, but it was certainly very close together.

The deathmatchers exchanged pleasantries and displayed friendliness on the surface.

As for what they're thinking in private, that's hard to say.

Lu Bai was actually aware of this.

If nothing unexpected happens, a significant portion of them will have tried to kill themselves last night.

Not to mention, there are definitely quite a few Replicant hidden among these deathmatchers.

Compared to those fighters who might genuinely pledge allegiance to him in order to survive, the Replicant hidden among them have absolutely no such possibility.

Ultimately, since Replicant don't face the threat of death, why would they obediently follow a fighter like Lu Bai?

At most, they'll lie low for now; given the chance, they'll never hesitate to betray you.

Lu Bai pretended to know nothing about it and continued to lead Captain Mao and a large group of death fighters around the tent area.

We wandered around until after 8 p. m.

Lu Bai led a full twenty-seven fighters back to the upscale residence that had been converted from the military family compound.

The yard allocated to him was one of the largest in terms of area.

Minister Zhang and other high-ranking officials from other Action Department lived next door, so it's no surprise that the security around the family compound was quite strong.

Captain Mao stood right next to Lu Bai, so he didn't need to report to his superiors.

After all, although there were no observers following them during this round, there were still quite a few vigilant personnel hidden in the crowd, ensuring that any emergencies could be reported immediately.

Entering the family compound, Lu Bai naturally sat down on the rattan chair in front of the courtyard, clapped his hands, and drew the attention of the many fighters present to himself.

"Please be quiet, everyone. Before the food is served, I'd like to say a few words."

Lu Bai's gaze swept over every fighter in the courtyard.

She exuded an aura of harmlessness, and even her smile seemed to have become brighter.

"I know that everyone here wants to eliminate the supernatural, which is why we decided to learn skills from me. Let me state my position here: as long as you are willing to learn, I am willing to teach."

However, the supernatural is far too dangerous. To ensure everyone's safety, I hope that in the future we can coordinate development, maintain social stability, inherit cultural genes, strengthen our spiritual home, strive to be experts in theory, act as messengers of goodwill, and promote a new trend of civilization...

... to stimulate innovation, we must adopt practical methods, uphold the law, adjust our behavior, expedite progress, adjust existing structures, optimize new structures, and reorganize resource allocation...

"... Gathering immense strength to create a flagship product!"

As Lu Bai spoke, his tone became increasingly impassioned, and he even stood up from his rattan chair.

Captain Mao, standing next to him, listened with his lips twitching wildly, his expression like that of someone constipated. He wanted to interrupt, but didn't dare to actually make a sound.

The death row fighters felt much the same way as Captain Mao, always feeling like they had sided with a lunatic.

But what was even more distressing than Captain Mao was that they didn't even dare to interrupt Lu Bai's speech.

The agonizing voice torment finally stopped after half an hour.

Lu Bai picked up the cup of tea beside him, took a sip, and moistened his throat.

Seeing this, Feng Qian suddenly clenched his right fist and raised it, shouting, "Master Lu is right. Since I'm learning from you, I should get down to work, act swiftly and decisively, cultivate a spirit of hard work, and master the methods of practical work."

Lu Bai's eyes lit up, and he nodded approvingly. "You have talent and sincerity."

"It's all thanks to your inspiration."

Feng Qian smiled obsequiously without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Captain Mao frowned.

His military background made him dislike this kind of behavior, and he was about to remind Lu Bai that this kind of person was not worth teaching.

However, before he could speak, Lu Bai raised his voice and said, "Very good, what's your name?"

"Feng Qian, the 'Qian' in 'modest'." Feng Qian smiled broadly.

"Very good, from now on you will be my eldest disciple."

Lu Bai's smile suddenly vanished, and his eyes became somewhat amused. "As for the others..."