"Why did you actually agree? The Red Ornament Guild is a bandit organization even the American Temple Mages can't handle. Who knows how many Temple Mages have died at their hands over the years? Nan Jue told me their leader's cultivation is far above ours—at least advanced level 2 in three elements, maybe even higher! And he's spent years in the Arena of Life and Death. He's better at fighting and escaping than even some super-level mages, never mind all his underlings. And you don't even know this place...!"
Jiang Shaoxu kept nagging him on the way to Baitou Port.
After all, the essence of this arrest operation was for members of the three national teams to draw attention on the front lines while the Temple Mages hidden in the shadows set up a net, then catch them all in one sweep.
No one expected the national team members to confront them head-on.
Jiang Shaoxu knew Zhou Sining was powerful, far stronger than the rest of them, and perhaps even a little stronger than Ai Jiangtu.
But he was still just a young man starting out. How could he fight leaders who had spent years killing?
"They piss me off. That's all," Zhou Sining said flatly.
"Badass."
Still, Jiang Shaoxu said no more. The Red Ornament Guild's vileness was plain to see.
Honestly, she rather admired Zhou Sining's guts. He had decided to cut out such a massive cancer without a moment's hesitation.
The three of them said nothing else and headed straight to the port. Before they even drew close, they saw the Government Army facing off against the three national teams.
What a ridiculous sight. Instead of protecting defenseless civilians ravaged by sea monsters and bandits, the Government Army stood tall and proud, keeping those villains safely behind