"A Magical Martial Artist? How would you know about Magical Martial Artists? You're just a student!"
Wang Lan hadn't expected Wu Changfeng to be unfazed by the mention of a Magical Martial Artist, but rather shocked that he himself knew about them.
"I... am a special operative of the Tianjian Bureau! It's perfectly logical and reasonable for me to know about Magical Martial Artists," Wang Lan replied, choosing his words carefully, his tone as even as possible to avoid provoking the man before him, who had a penchant for transforming and streaking at a moment's notice.
But Wang Lan had miscalculated.
"BANG!" Wu Changfeng slammed his hand on the table. "What? You joined the Tianjian Bureau? The Tianjian Bureau dares to poach someone from our Martial Arts Corps?"
"Wait a minute!" Wang Lan raised his hand.
"When did I become a member of the Martial Arts Corps?"
