Zhou Ran, president of the Patient Association.
The man who had inherited the power of the previous president, Twenty-Three.
When Twenty-Three died, Huo Hu had already awakened from ancient times, but because he needed to accumulate strength, he had not participated in the Selection Tournament back then.
What he knew was that Twenty-Three was strong.
Extremely strong.
Twenty-Three, suspected to be [World Medicine], had even been capable of contending with that Demon King of the Medical Department.
"Mr. Huo, I truly apologize."
Zhou Zhi spoke with some remorse. "This visit tonight was indeed presumptuous. Mainly because one of my employees acted on her own initiative; it has nothing to do with me."
A standard smile rested on Huo Hu's aged face.
Acted on her own initiative?
Number Nine of the Patient Association was the symbiote of the legendary Pestilence [Imperial Crown]. A Plague Exterminator of that caliber could not possibly be stopped by just a few ordinary Human Dragons.
Without the president's personal authorization, how could Number Nine have come here?
"It's fine, Mr. President. The Huo Family warmly welcomes you... and all members of the Association as well."
There was not a trace of moisture around Huo Hu, as if all water had been drained from him, leaving him shriveled and desiccated. "However, I know you have come with ill intent. You carry the scent of [Mirror]. You must have visited the Xun Family before coming here, correct?"
Huo Hu's smile faded slightly.
His wheelchair turned a little as the air grew heavy.
"Throughout all of history, Plague Exterminators like you have been exceedingly rare."
"Even during the Great Calamity that destroyed the human world, you were undoubtedly among the very strongest."
"If possible, I do not wish to make an enemy of you..."
Huo Hu spoke softly.
Zhou