Turns Out We Went to the Same School

India pressed her palms together and bowed slightly, wearing a faint, unreadable smile. "My lord, we've come on the Bodhisattva's orders to lend you a hand."

A hand? What a load of crap!

Chen Feng grumbled inwardly, Sounds nice, but you're just here to steal my kills, aren't you?

He would have loved to see her dead, but they were still allies on the surface, with a common enemy to deal with. Besides, Chen Feng needed to ask the Wealth Dharma Protector for more spirit money to raise Black Hand's star rating. There was nothing to gain by falling out now.

A third eye opened between India's brows. "With my eye of wisdom, I can see that it is still too soon for you to face the Ghost Kings, my lord. You will need the aid of two benefactors."

Her manner was rubbing off on him, and Chen Feng found himself speaking just as formally. "How so?"

India told Chen Feng that defeating the Ghost Kings would require two groups to kill the Greater and Lesser Ghost Kings separately. The two groups would have to strike no more than a second apart.

On that point,

Chen Feng understood the problem. Vengeful Spirits could interfere with communications, making phones unreliable. Their only option seemed to be agreeing on a time beforehand and striking when it came.

But India said the real problem was that the signal was too weak.

Rubber Gloves could normally protect against electricity, but once the voltage rose high enough, even insulating rubber would be pierced, scorched, and melted!

"I saw a benefactor in the Zoo's Ocean Zone who can make a device that resists interference. You could ask him for help, my lord."

Mr. Qipa.

Chen Feng suddenly remembered that Cosmic Overlord had shared the Combat Power