After leaving Chu Baxing's room, Qin Siyang did not return to his own. Instead, he made another trip to Zhao Longfei's office.
When he pushed the door open, Zhao Longfei was resting with his eyes closed.
At the sight of Qin Siyang, Zhao Longfei looked annoyed again.
"How many times have I told you to knock before coming in?"
"Next time, for sure."
Zhao Longfei shook his head, took out a cigar, and lit it. "What is it this time?"
Qin Siyang sauntered over and sat on the sofa. "Principal Zhao, what I've come to tell you today is a pretty big deal. You might want to take it seriously."
"Oh, please. When have you ever come to me with anything small? If you've got something to say, say it. Otherwise, get lost."
"Principal Zhao, is the Zhao Family secretly raising its own army of Sequence Ability Users? Is the Zhao Family really about to become the Seventh Legion in more than just name?"
Zhao Longfei narrowed his eyes at Qin Siyang and blew a smoke ring. "Who told you that?"
"Are you or aren't you?"
"Forming the Seventh Legion?" Zhao Longfei looked scornful. "You really do just open your mouth and say whatever comes to mind."
"To establish a legion, never mind how hard it would be to conceal the resources required and the organization of its Sequence Ability Users. Just look at the current situation in the Safe Zone. The Six Great Legions have firmly established their power, and most of the spoils have already been divided. If a Seventh Legion really appeared, they would all turn on it."
"The Zhao Family has neither the ability, the confidence, nor the desire to provoke every military power in the Safe Zone at once."
Qin Siyang poured himself a glass