The old man said, "Once this game starts, there's no way to quit. Anyone who quits ends up dead! You can only keep playing."
"Do you think I'm afraid?"
Xiao Chen replied calmly.
"I don't think so. I know you too well, kid. Perhaps only in your hands can this brutal game that has lasted for millennia come to an end."
The old man sighed and said, "Oh, by the way, I'm planning to go to Longcheng soon. Are you welcoming me?"
"Of course! I'd be thrilled!"
He understood the old man's meaning.
The old man was proud, always speaking indirectly.
In reality, he wanted to come over to help him, to protect his family.
But he said he was coming to Longcheng to play.
"I'll be waiting for you in Longcheng!"
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Mo Sect still has some old folks. If they're willing to help, Xiao Chen's work will be much easier.
...
One night passed.
It seemed as if a storm had swept through the entire Northern Border.
News came that Langpu Group was sealed off.
