Sikong Jing had originally intended to go up and help, taking the opportunity to finish off that assassin and interrogate him again.
But Xiao Qibo's words stopped him in his tracks.
Suddenly, a glint flashed again in Sikong Jing's eyes. He noticed something strange in the assassin's gaze toward him.
"I say, you little Sky Wolf trash, what the hell are you standing there like an idiot for?"
"I order you to come over and help."
At this moment, Xiao Qibo spoke heavily again. Clearly, he was exceptionally furious at Sikong Jing for standing there stupidly. And for someone like him—a non-combat physique and merely a Sky Wolf squad member—he naturally gave orders outright.
Ordering trash like these around was simply a matter of course.
Let alone a Sky Wolf squad member with a non-combat physique—even Yang Yi, even the captains of other squads, could be directly ordered about by a genius with a fifth-grade battle physique.
Because within the Eastern Tyrant Branch, they were beings who stood high above all others.
In Xiao Qibo's eyes, even Wan Tonghui, once the strongest captain, had been nothing but scum before reaching a fifth-grade battle physique.
Unfortunately, Sikong Jing seemed not to have heard him at all and continued standing there coldly...
Just as Xiao Qibo was about to erupt in another torrent of abuse, Sikong Jing suddenly gave him a strange smile, then turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.
In an instant, Xiao Qibo froze. The assassin attacking Xiao Qibo froze as well...
The four great experts outside exchanged looks in pairs again. Pei Feishan and Leader Shi An were thinking: Could this kid really not take the bait?
Duanmu Chun and Yao Yulou, meanwhile, were thinking: Sikong Jing was still Sikong Jing—unbending as ever!
If Xiao Qibo had