"Damn it..."
It took more than ten minutes for Nalandekaisheng's ears to recover. They had been ringing nonstop, and the pain had made him howl.
Everyone in the Dragon Mansion had been startled, but no one could help him. Even Nalandesheng could only stamp his feet in anger. At last, Nalandekaisheng recovered, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nalandekaisheng, Ye Chen has some nerve, threatening you with a gun. We can't let this go."
Little Zhuge sprang to his feet and shoved away the beautiful woman attending him. His fair face clouded over, and his narrow eyes flashed with a viper's malice.
Little Zhuge was his nickname. His real name was Saint Field, and he was notorious among the younger Celestial Dragons for his ruthlessness.
Little Zhuge and the others had been away when Ye Chen caused havoc in the Holy Land. They hated sitting idle there all day. Instead, they traveled the world, secretly stirring up conflict. The bloodier the fighting, the more it drew their attention.
Most of those in the Dragon Mansion were useless young wastrels, but four stood apart. Equals in reputation, they were known as the Four Owls of the Holy Land. Little Zhuge was the famed Northern Owl.
The Northern Owl was brilliant, ruthless, and decisive. Everyone in the Dragon Mansion regarded him as their strategist.
Around twenty years old, he was of average height and slender build. He usually wore a fitted white suit. His face was fair and square-jawed, with a mysterious smile often playing on it. Behind gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were dark and menacing. His smile hid a knife.
He looked refined, even handsome, yet something about him felt dangerous. Those viper-like eyes alone were enough to make people fear him.
Nalandesheng's younger brother, Nalandekaisheng, was South Owl. He