666, Your Next Game-the Greenest One Is Flying Overhead

Cold sweat trickled down Ning Zhiyuan's temples and into his collar.

He knew Bird Bro was no fool who could be fobbed off with a few words.

Those were the eyes of someone who had seen blood, killed people, and clawed his way along the edge of life and death.

"I'm Ning Zhiyuan, from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

At that hair's-breadth moment, Ning Zhiyuan decided to stop hiding his identity.

He quickly took a translucent badge from his robes. It glowed softly in seven colors, and he held it up for Bird Bro to see.

"I came here only because of you...

I swear I mean you no harm, and I certainly don't have any strange tastes!"

At the sight of the badge, the killing intent in Bird Bro's eyes faltered, but he did not lower his gun.

"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?" Bird Bro rolled the words around in his mouth. What did they want with me in the middle of the night? Surely they hadn't come to give me Gold Soul Coins.

With a flick of his wrist, he swept the rifle through a graceful arc. Its muzzle left Ning Zhiyuan's forehead but remained aimed at his throat.

"If you're from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, this is easy."

Bird Bro stepped back and leaned against the doorframe, watching Ning Zhiyuan, who was still wedged in the gap.

"Breaking into someone's room with questionable intentions—where would the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect hide its face if word got out?

Especially when a young master like you turns up in my room at midnight..."

Ning Zhiyuan's expression changed. He understood at once.

"How much do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Straight to the point." Bird Bro raised one finger and wagged it.

Ning