Who is the Number One Under-the-Crotch Licker?

The howling gale sounded like the wails of a monster, bringing with it a deluge of snow and ice that could bury a living person in minutes.

A group of people stood in this frozen wasteland, as insignificant as ants.

Where exactly this place was, not even Fang Cheng knew, and his newly acquired subordinates were just as clueless.

Being dragged into the Subspace was a matter of chance, so no one was surprised by whatever environment they happened to appear in.

Since his subordinates were useless, Fang Cheng had to release his eyes to observe the surroundings himself.

Strong cold air currents whipped through the sky. Fang Cheng's eyes drifted in the turbulence for a while before he could barely make out that they were likely on a massive, snow-covered mountain.

As for which mountain it was, he couldn't tell.

Geography didn't matter; finding the whereabouts of those four was the priority.

Fang Cheng took the lead, following the four sets of footprints, but before long, the tracks vanished beneath the heavy snowfall.

Dense fog swirled around them, and combined with the blinding blizzard, it was impossible to distinguish any direction, let alone track the four individuals.

Peng Jie leaned in and asked via Telepathy, "Should we split up to search?"

Excluding Peng Jie, Fang Cheng now had eleven subordinates. The weakest among them was a young man with multicolored hair, yet even he was at Level 60.

With so many people, their combined strength already rivaled the group of Vampires surrounding Dracula. If he sent them all out, it wouldn't take long to scour the entire mountain.

"No need."

Fang Cheng shook his head. "I know where they are. Just follow me."

Back on Capri Island, Fang Cheng hadn't just been watching from the shadows; he had quietly