Wang Jiang glanced at the lividity that had almost spread to his neck, coughed violently twice, and shook his head repeatedly.
"No. I'm in terrible shape right now, too. I want to use my share of the reward immediately and have Headquarters help suppress it."
Li Jun nodded and pressed his communicator.
Then he instructed Gao Ming, the person in charge of Dajing City standing beside him, to take the unconscious Lin Shan and the weakened Wang Jiang out of the training arena.
Standing behind the gold glass, Yang Jian watched everything coldly.
He had no idea where the two men were being taken.
But Headquarters would never squander precious strategic resources on two half-dead men who had already outlived their usefulness.
Professor Bai's hoarse voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing the next matchup.
"Next up, Yang Jian versus Fan Ming."
Yang Jian watched an arrogant-looking Ghost Handler step out of the crowd and enter the training arena.
He turned toward Li Jun, who was about to seal off the arena, and asked with utmost seriousness.
"If I accidentally kill him, I won't be held responsible, will I?"
The corner of Li Jun's eye twitched slightly as he gave a stern warning.
"This is only a friendly match to gather paranormal data. Headquarters does not permit lethal force."
Yang Jian nodded to show he understood.
After Li Jun left, the heavy gold doors locked shut completely.
Yang Jian looked at Fan Ming opposite him, his tone utterly flat.
"Just surrender. I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you."
Fan Ming was a veteran Ghost Handler who had spent more than six months struggling on his own before Headquarters recruited him.
He sneered, dismissing Yang Jian's warning entirely.
In his view, Gao Zhiqiang had only died earlier because he had been too