"Old Xiu, do we really need to go through all this trouble? Why not just make a move and test him directly?" Old He asked, somewhat bored.
Old Xiu smiled and shook his head. "At your age, you're still so impulsive..."
"Ancient Sacred Peak suspects our existence, so our identities cannot leak in the slightest. Otherwise, we'll be walking straight into death."
"We want revenge. We still have to avenge the boss."
"We must be cautious in everything we do. First, we'll test that one-armed kid's talent for military tactics. Then, he'll soon join the Tyrant Heaven Battle Team. At that point, testing his character will be easy."
"If we don't let him know we exist, he won't put on an act when it comes to his character."
Hearing this, Old He could only nod heavily.
Back then, Old Xiu had been Su Old Devil's capable right-hand man, as well as a military formation master. His mind and other qualities were far superior.
As for Old He, he had once been Old Xiu's guard, and he still was now.
Just then, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded outside. A young man drenched in blood walked in. Both his eyes were blindfolded with black cloth, making him look rather strange.
But in Chaos District Eight, there was no shortage of strange people of every kind. It was nothing unusual.
After entering, the blind young man said, "Healer, I need to stop the bleeding."
The young man's voice was hoarse. Old Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately had the young man sit down.
Afterward, he promptly stopped the young man's bleeding and casually asked, "Young man, those clothes of yours should belong to a battle team member from the Eastern Tyrant Branch, shouldn't they? How did you end up coming to a little