The Aftereffects of Fighting Dirty
Even though the two sides were currently enemies, they still had to show each other a basic level of respect.
Suddenly butting in and dragging the conversation off topic was extremely annoying.
Li Bai knew exactly what was going on. The Qingyao Demoness's long-suppressed literary youth affliction had flared up again. He reached into his pocket, grabbed Little Green Snake, twirled her around, and pinched her.
Being a literary youth was an illness. It needed treatment.
Shut up, Demoness! Why are you spouting such brutally honest truths?
With his martial cultivation, it was impossible for him to pinch a Calamity Tribulation Realm Demon King to death, so he could pinch as hard as he liked. She wouldn't die anyway.
When he saw Zhao Ziwu's gaze turn toward him, the Great Demon put on an innocent face. It wasn't me. Don't look at me. I don't know anything.
"Let's keep it short. The Nine Provinces Xuan Association is already a thing of the past. Now that we've come out, we never intended to go back!"
Jiang Yuanqing, the former Nine Provinces Xuan Association's Mao Yin Hall Master and current chairman of the Great God Club, simply gave up on pretending—not pretending, putting on airs—and got straight to the point.
Anyone could guess what Institute 507 had sent people to America for.
Using the power of the state to mobilize the country's strongest Wizards and send them all the way here to hunt down these defectors wasn't some polite visit from an uninvited guest. They had come with hostile intentions, and anyone kind wouldn't have come.
In a situation like this, nobody liked making pointless small talk. Whether they were from the Great God Club or the operation teams, everyone knew it perfectly well.
No matter how