A commotion broke out outside. "So she's the chef from Huaxia Restaurant! I never expected someone so young to have such incredible cooking skills—and her combat strength is terrifying, too. The younger generation really is something!"
"Who could argue? But I had no idea she'd become Huangxin's disciple. I never heard a word about it. Huangxin's really good at keeping secrets!"
"That's not all. I heard Huangxin and the Snow King took her on as their joint disciple. Incredible!"
"You must be new here. You don't know about the whole affair between Huangxin and the Snow King?"
"Heh, I, Zhen Yan, only recently advanced. Tell me about it, big brother."
"I know the whole story better than anyone. You came to the right person. Let me tell you..."
Venerable Mosha felt as if he'd been plunged into an icy abyss. The surrounding chatter did nothing to make him feel safe; all he could think was how noisy they were.
He turned mechanically toward Huangxin, who wore a slight smile, and the Snow King, who was dozing in her chair. "You—you fucking set me up?" he rasped, his voice full of disbelief and despair.
When the hell had the chef from Huaxia Restaurant become Huangxin's disciple? Were the intelligence agents he'd raised all useless? What was he supposed to do now? The City Lord had warned him not to provoke that walking bomb! How had he failed to look into this properly? It was all over. What if Hao Kun used that thing?!
The more he thought about it, the more his scalp prickled. If he hadn't known he couldn't escape, he might've turned and bolted right then. He glared at Huangxin, who was still lounging casually nearby, and gritted his teeth. "If anything happens to her, you won't get away