Late at night.
At the Ming King's Residence.
The Ming King, old and sleeping little, woke with a start in the middle of the night.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He took two pills from beside the bed and put them in his mouth.
Ever since something had happened to Little White Tiger, he had not slept soundly.
He constantly worried about Overlord's revenge.
Ultimately, he too had been screwed over by Farbridge Group.
Now Shu Dong had run off, leaving him to take the fall.
"Ahem."
Two crisp coughs rang out.
The Ming King jolted in fright and hurriedly turned to switch on the bedside lamp.
What level of skill did someone need to enter his room without him noticing a thing?
The light came on.
The Ming King sucked in a breath of cold air.
On the sofa at the foot of the bed, two men, one muscular and one thin, sat with their legs crossed, staring coldly at him.
"O-Overlord."
The Ming King swallowed.
"Ahem... Allow me to introduce myself. I am a renowned archaeologist of the Dragon Kingdom."
"All those corpses you dig up are people you just killed yourself, aren't they? Having fun showing off, Tai Sui?"
Overlord snapped irritably.
Trading barbs had become a habit for the two.
One was an eccentric old scholar. The other was a ruthless bandit who had killed countless people.
Neither had any respect for the other.
"Red List God of Killing..."
Looking at the two gods of killing with murderous eyes, the Ming King felt his scalp prickle.
Before these two, the Ming King did not even consider escaping.
"Where's Shu Dong? At your age, you won't survive more than a few punches from me. Tell us everything, or I'll leave you just like him."
Overlord