"Duanmu Chun, we'll be taking this young man from your Eastern Tyrant Branch."
Having said that, Old He laughed heartily and vanished from before Duanmu Chun once more with Sikong Jing in tow, leaving Duanmu Chun's face livid.
It was now completely certain—they truly intended to take Sikong Jing as their disciple.
Swish, swish, swish...
In the next instant, several expert figures landed beside Duanmu Chun. They were the powerhouses of the Eastern Tyrant Branch.
One after another, they hurriedly asked whether Duanmu Chun had been injured...
Duanmu Chun, battered black and blue by Old He's sneak attack, waved his hand with a grim expression. "Immediately gather everyone from the nearby Eastern Tyrant Branch. I want this entire area completely sealed off. Xiu Hanzhi must not be allowed to leave..."
At those words, the group immediately passed down the order.
They also hurried to take up positions around all four sides of Chaos District Eight, their eyes sweeping wildly about, terrified that Old Xiu might slip away in secret.
They were also watching for any of Old Xiu's subordinates. If they found any, they would seize them all at once.
Suddenly, Di Geng landed beside Duanmu Chun as well and slowly said, "Boss Duanmu, this is very strange... Xiu Hanzhi had no need to return to Chaos District Eight. There must be some important person or exceptionally important object inside the Healing Clinic."
The moment he said this, cold glints flickered through Duanmu Chun's eyes. That was indeed the logic.
If there were no important person or object in the Healing Clinic, Xiu Hanzhi and the other man could simply have taken Sikong Jing and left. Why land here and plunge themselves into danger? It was extremely strange...
Thinking of this, Duanmu Chun made up his mind. "I'll sneak in.