"Hehehehe, what exquisite evil fire. Truly soul-stirring..."
In a corner of the restaurant.
Four figures shrouded in black robes-Zhongli Wu and his three direct subordinates, the Zhongli brothers Tian, Di, and Ren-had ordered a single cup of coffee and sat there all day, leering at Wang Dong and the other two.
"Hey, if you're broke, could you just not come to Shrek City? You order the cheapest coffee and sit here all day! And all four of you take turns drinking it." The server shot the four a scornful glance.
"You think I'm broke? I..." Zhongli Ren's eyes bulged as he prepared to prove himself.
The three brothers had spent years murdering and robbing their way across the land, looting corpses and the like. How could their pockets possibly be empty?
They were only there to keep watch. Ordering a cup of coffee was just a token gesture to secure a seat. Who would have thought even that could get them into trouble?
"..." Zhongli Wu glanced helplessly at the three.
They were his own clansmen, after all.
That was why he had left all the other Holy Spirit Cult experts outside the city and brought only these three inside.
But... weren't they a little too unreliable?
The server gave the three another thoroughly contemptuous look before strolling away.
Zhongli Wu shook his head and took a small sip of coffee, his gaze returning to Ma Xiaotao with an almost intoxicated expression. He had always devoted himself to expanding the Holy Spirit Cult and deeply valued exceptionally gifted geniuses. Except for that brat, of course...
His expression darkened.
He had chosen that boy as the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Son because he had thought him a soft persimmon, easy to squeeze.
But over the years, he had discovered that the