Li Jun's eyes went wide. The cigarette between his fingers jerked, and burning ash fell onto the back of his fingers, but he didn't even notice.
How could it be four ghosts?!
It wasn't just Li Jun. Those who considered themselves veteran Ghost Handlers were no different.
At that moment, a chill seeping from deep within their bones froze them all stiff.
The way they looked at Yang Jian changed completely.
"Four ghosts? Is this really a rookie who only became a Ghost Handler a month ago?"
One Ghost Handler's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat beaded across his forehead.
The person beside him instinctively took two steps back, as though afraid that getting too close to Yang Jian would expose him to some lethal curse.
Earlier, they had thought Gao Zhiqiang had lost his head purely because he was too arrogant and had underestimated his opponent.
Some had even secretly figured that, if they went in prepared, they might be able to exchange a few blows with Yang Jian themselves.
But now?
How the hell were they supposed to fight him?!
No wonder those few people hadn't even lasted a second before having their limbs torn off.
It wasn't that they were too weak. The young man named Yang Jian was simply so strong that he defied all reason.
Li Jun drew a deep breath, forcing down the turmoil in his chest.
He looked at Yang Jian, then at the terrified rookies beside him, knowing this so-called contest had become utterly meaningless.
"Yang Jian." Li Jun kept his face stern, his voice turning stiff again.
"Your combat assessment ends here. You can't compete anymore."
The Ghost Eye on Yang Jian's forehead slowly closed, and the surrounding chill gradually faded.
He shrugged indifferently.
"Fine, no more fighting. But Headquarters set