"What a bunch of diehards. Let's go; we've got a live one here. You guys can cast seals, right?"
"Sealing is a basic skill for an independent squad."
Wang Lan, controlling the tendrils of Sentient Beings, loosened his grip, revealing a middle-aged man inside. The man's eyes were rolled back as if he had been ravaged by a dozen wealthy matrons—worn and haggard. Yang Yang and Zhang Xiao swiftly took action, their movements shimmering with Yin and Yang Star Power as they almost simultaneously slapped their palms against the man's forehead.
Three seconds later, they released him, and a Tai Chi fish mark appeared on the man's brow.
"Done!"
"Take him away!"
The group of five got into the car, Wang Lan constantly feeling a pair of eyes staring at him.
Wang Lan turned his face and flashed a smile at Bai Xu. "Miss Bai Xu, you've been eyeing me the entire way. Can't you be a little more reserved?"
"Captain, are you from the Yu Family?"
