Not One of Them Was Human

At the main entrance to the subway station.

The Hell King held a strange red umbrella in her left hand and soul-hooking iron chains in her right.

Though she looked like an ordinary Ghost Messenger, her entire body was shrouded in black mist, her features indistinct.

But the three who had come down into the subway went rigid. They recognized the icy aura bearing down on them. "The Hell King!"

Why was the Hell King, one of the Ghost King's closest followers, here?

Had a traitor tipped off the Ghost King?

The Heaven King, Human King, and Beast King looked at one another, distrust written in their eyes.

Their fragile alliance was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Feng hurriedly took out the tip-off letter. "You've got ghosts working for you. Did you know that?"

He chose to clear up the misunderstanding because he had figured out the situation.

There were three factions in the subway now. His group was here to steal money, the three kings were here to rebel, and the Hell King was here to protect the Ghost King's interests.

The enemy of his enemy was his friend.

Chen Feng was stealing the Ghost King's money, so the Hell King would never let him go. If this were a game of Landlord, Chen Feng and the three kings were the peasants, working together against the Hell King.

At least there were only three factions.

If another group showed up and turned this into mahjong, Chen Feng truly wouldn't know what to do.

The Beast King was the hulking man with the blue face and fangs. In a voice rough as gravel, he said, "So that's what happened. Thanks. You get on with your business, and we'll get on with our fight."

Chen Feng gave him a thumbs-up.