I Hate It Most When People Talk Bad About Me Behind My Back

Du Mu had long since had the Hydra intelligence network dig up everything there was to know about Strange.

To put it bluntly, this man was the Tony Stark of the medical world: just as brilliant, just as full of himself, the kind of person who could send your blood pressure soaring after just a few sentences.

Du Mu knew he did not have Ancient One's patience or good temper. He was someone who liked humility.

Not his own humility, of course, but other people's. If the other party was not humble enough, they could easily get beaten to death by him.

So, for the sake of Strange's life, Du Mu decided to grind away that layer of arrogance before meeting him officially.

That was why, instead of following Ancient One's example and directly leading Strange through the gates of Kamar-Taj, he had made him search for Kamar-Taj's entrance like a needle in a haystack.

Wasn't that how movies and novels always wrote it?

The protagonist had to endure countless hardships and pass through eighty-one trials before finally being accepted into the sect. Otherwise, how could they show off how impressive the sect was?

If they opened the gates right away and eagerly invited him in, he would probably suspect it was some kind of pyramid scheme.

But making Strange search blindly was far from enough. That alone would not temper him very effectively.

So Du Mu had specifically arranged for a group of Hydra members to lie in wait along Strange's path to Kamar-Taj, devising every possible way to create trouble for him and make up a full eighty-one trials.

After all, most of the eighty-one trials in Journey to the West had been forcibly arranged by immortals sending out their own mounts or attendants.

Having Hydra make up