Headquarters Emissary

Stepping out of the elevator, they entered an oversized lounge containing a massive pool designed for storing monster materials. Manager Zhang was already waiting for them there.

Tang Ping didn't waste any words; he walked over to the large pool and dumped the contents of his backpack into it all at once.

"This... a Black Cloud Tiger!" Manager Zhang's eyes went wide, and he lunged toward the edge of the pool to inspect the Black Cloud Tiger's remains.

"That's right, a Black Cloud Tiger, though it's only at the Initial Lord-level. Give us an estimate; if the price is right, we'll sell all these materials to you," Tang Ping said with a nod.

"Good heavens, what a haul! Wait a moment, let me calculate," Manager Zhang said, quickly examining the various items in the pool.

Before long, Manager Zhang finished his inspection and stood up.

"How about this? These materials are truly excellent. Let's build a good relationship—12 billion Huaxia Currency. That is the highest price I can offer," Manager Zhang said, taking a deep breath as he stated his offer.

Generally speaking, a massive deal worth over ten billion would not be handled by a manager of his standing. In Manager Zhang's eyes, this transaction was a rare opportunity, and the price he quoted was indeed the absolute limit of his authority; he would make almost no profit from this deal himself.

Tang Ping and his companions exchanged glances and nodded; clearly, this price was significantly higher than what they had estimated.

"Deal! We agree. We'll count you as a friend, Manager Zhang," Tang Ping said with a smile.

"Haha... then I thank you. You young friends have limitless futures; if you have any more big deals like this in the future, please keep me in mind," Manager Zhang said, breathing a sigh of relief now that his goal was achieved.

Managers like him were under immense pressure. If he could seize this opportunity to build a good relationship with major clients like Tang Ping and his group, his path to becoming a regional supervisor for the base city would be much easier.

"That's easy to say. As long as the price you offer is fair, it doesn't matter who we sell the monster materials to," Tang Ping didn't mind Manager Zhang's little schemes as long as the price was right; it was simply a matter of mutual benefit.

After selling the materials, Tang Ping and his group were in no rush to return home. They planned to upgrade their equipment and head back to City 003 for another hunt.

However, they weren't in a hurry, so after receiving the money, they found a hotel to stay in, intending to relax and enjoy themselves for a few days before setting off again.

While Tang Ping and his brothers were enjoying their time in Jiangnan Base City, at the airport in the main urban area of South China Base City, the head of the Limit General Pavilion and his three subordinates—the four giants of the Limit Martial Arts Hall in South China Base City—were waiting in the terminal.

"They're here!" one of the supervisors said, smiling as he looked toward the sky.

Whoosh! A phantom-like figure appeared above the airport as if teleporting, then rapidly decelerated, passed through the city's defense system, and slowly descended.

The cabin door of the passenger plane opened, extending a staircase. The four giants of the Limit Martial Arts Hall immediately walked over to the staircase.

"Old Yang!" the head of the Limit General Pavilion called out with a smile.

A middle-aged man dressed in a grey robe walked down the stairs, smiling. "Haha... long time no see, Old Li."

"Old Yang, you came this time to verify the abilities of those five young men, right? That's a minor matter. Come, let us brothers gather first," the head of the Limit General Pavilion laughed.

"Mr. Yang!" the three supervisors also called out respectfully.

This middle-aged man, who appeared to be in his thirties but was actually over fifty, was Yang Hui, an Intermediate War God who usually resided at the headquarters of the Limit Martial Arts Hall.

"It has been several years. Come, let's find a place to have some tea, and then we can have lunch together," Yang Hui said.

There were only so many War Gods in the world, and they basically formed a small circle. Being fellow Huaxia citizens, Yang Hui was quite familiar with the heads of the various base cities.

After a round of wining and dining, the group returned to the Limit General Pavilion in South China Base City.

In the large audiovisual room:

"Judging by these materials, these five brothers are indeed talented. They have only been official Martial Artists for a few months—one is an Intermediate War General-level, and four are Initial War General-levels. More importantly, their movement and blade techniques are either at the Perfect-level or Micro-level, and they have cultivated the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade to the third and second layers respectively (the strength Tang Ping and his brothers displayed at the martial arts hall, not their true strength). Truly impressive; they are worth cultivating," the headquarters special envoy, War God Yang Hui, said while looking at the data before him.

"Make arrangements; I want to speak with Cheng Wei."

"Cheng Wei is already online and waiting; he can chat with you at any time," Li Chunyu, the head of the pavilion, said with a smile.

Yang Hui nodded and quickly activated the 3D virtual projection instrument.

Light formed a three-dimensional projection in the center of the hall. Cheng Wei, the head of the Hong City Limit Pavilion, appeared in the center of the room as if he were standing there in person.

"Cheng Wei greets the head and the special envoy," Cheng Wei said with a slight bow.

"Hmm," Yang Hui nodded. "You likely know why I am looking for you. You are the person in charge of the Hong City Limit Pavilion, and since Tang Ping and his group live in the Oriental Residential District, you should be very familiar with them."

"Yes, I am," Cheng Wei nodded.

"Tell me everything about their physical fitness and their current strength," War God Yang Hui commanded.

"Uh..." Hearing this, Cheng Wei became somewhat embarrassed. "I only know what is shown in the files. They haven't been at the martial arts hall for some time. I heard from their families that they teamed up to go hunting in City 003. They have been gone for over ten days, and I don't know when they will be back."

"Call them and tell them to come back," Yang Hui ordered.

If they were in an ordinary county-level wilderness zone, he would have just taken a fighter jet to find them himself. But City 003? He didn't dare. Or rather, aside from those beyond the War God-level, no one dared to fly recklessly over City 003.

"Understood. However, if they are still in the wilderness, I might not be able to get through," Cheng Wei said with an awkward smile.

As it turned out, his luck was quite good; when he made the call, Tang Ping and his group were still enjoying themselves in Jiangnan Base City and had not yet headed back to the wilderness.

"Uh... we have to go back. We'll have to visit City 003 another time," Tang Ping said, looking at his brothers with a helpless expression after hanging up the phone.

"Then let's go back. We've already earned enough money to buy our equipment anyway." Tang Ping had been on speakerphone during the call with Cheng Wei, so the brothers knew that someone important was looking for them, and they immediately packed their things to head back.

They traveled without pause, taking a train and then a private car back to the Oriental Residential District in Hong City, South China Base City. They didn't even have time to go home before they were whisked away to the pavilion's reception room by Cheng Wei, who had been waiting at the entrance.