The mystery surrounding Greenstone's leader was common knowledge in Navia City.
Most people did not even know whether the leader was male or female, young or old.
Some even speculated that the leader had been secretly trained by one of the temples.
But Oak Hand's leader was different.
Having fought the other leader more than once, Oak Hand's leader still did not know what his opponent looked like, but he knew he was a young man. That was precisely why he feared him so deeply.
Whenever he thought about what an opponent who already left him struggling would become in five or ten years, Oak Hand's leader could not sleep at night.
So Oak Hand's leader began preparing an escape route for himself: he secretly contacted the Wealth Temple and invested heavily in Priest Simerk.
Oak Hand's leader hoped to have a powerful backer who could help him escape unscathed at a critical moment.
But Oak Hand's leader had never expected that day to come so quickly, or so suddenly.
From beginning to end, Oak Hand's leader never questioned Qin Ran's identity.
That towering killing intent and youthful face were simply too convincing!
Watching the young man walk slowly inside like an asura from hell, Oak Hand's leader instinctively retreated, discreetly positioning himself behind Simerk, the priest of the Wealth Temple.
"Sir, what did you just say?"
Simerk paid no attention to Oak Hand's retreating leader. His attention was entirely focused on Qin Ran as he entered.
The priest had noticed something unusual in his words.
"What I said... the man beside you knows perfectly well!"
Qin Ran looked at Oak Hand's retreating leader and gave him a smile brimming with murderous intent.
Faced with that smile, Oak Hand's leader trembled all over.
Because in the leader's eyes, Qin Ran,