Taking the First Step

In fact, long before Fente had severed Kaisang's arms with a single sword stroke, Kaisang had known he would not escape this ordeal. So he had simply used all his remaining strength to switch the radio channel to the commander of the Fifth Group in time.

Thus, the conversation between Kaisang and Ding Moluo earlier had already been heard in full by the person on the other end of the channel.

The enlightened Ding Moluo's good mood vanished without a trace beneath Kaisang's rampant mockery, replaced by the furious humiliation of having been played.

"You cunning bastard!"

However, just as he instinctively rushed up to Kaisang, ready to rain punches and kicks on this crippled loser who still insisted on sickening him, another voice suddenly came through the radio clenched in Ding Moluo's palm.

"Let's make a deal."

It was the voice of a mature woman, her composed tone carrying a touch of elegance and gravity.

"Oh? A deal?"

Ding Moluo's expression shifted. He immediately raised the radio to his ear and asked with keen interest:

"A deal with us Clowns? Go on, tell me what you have in mind, unknown Miss Hunter."

Kadeci explained in a calm tone:

"Bring him over as a hostage, and we will open a path for you to leave the barrier. Otherwise, I'll gather everyone from the other zones to come and encircle you right now. After all, the location of your zone has already been completely exposed."

Upon hearing this, Ding Moluo showed no fear. Instead, he snorted disdainfully and broke into a wild, arrogant laugh.

"Hah? Let you go? Do you think I don't understand how you Hunters operate?"

"When all's said and done, you people are no different from us—cunning and greedy. From the very beginning, your target was never just