Once Pan Long found the man making trouble behind the scenes, fury surged through him. He wanted to charge straight up to Zhao Xianda, raise a fist as big as a vinegar jar, and pound him with Lu Sanquan's three punches until he lay dead in the street.
At a time like this, he had to quote that famous line from Russia's last president in his previous life.
Forgiving terrorists was God's business. Their job was to send the terrorists to meet God! Catch them at the airport, shoot them at the airport. Catch them in the bathroom, drown them in the toilet!
But Bi Lingkong urged him to keep calm and wait a few days.
Finding Zhao Xianda without letting him realize someone was looking for him would be difficult.
Zhao Xianda was one of the Zhu Zhao and trained Shadow Guards for the Di Lineage. He was bound to have plenty of unusual treasures protecting him. The moment anyone used divination on him, he would know.
The Nine Provinces World had studied divination in considerable depth. In higher-level conflicts, both offense and defense in divination mattered greatly. No matter how capable Bi Lingkong was, divining the whereabouts of someone as important as Zhao Xianda without his noticing was impossible.
Before last year's Dragon Boat Festival, being divined wouldn't have mattered much. The world was so big and the Martial World so small—who didn't have eight or ten enemies, or three to five hundred, or even eight to ten thousand? Even a guileless northern youth as kind to others as Pan Long could probably count up... Well, if he included the worlds inside the Classic of Mountains and Seas, his enemies might number in the hundreds of millions.
That was what they meant when they said too many debts