A smile touched the corners of Blind Bei's lips as he slowly uttered two words:
"Demon King."
A surge of vital energy and blood rushed to Zheng Fan's head. The sensation was akin to smoking for the first time, or perhaps experiencing an air raid for the first time. Regardless, his head was filled with a strong wave of dizziness.
Zheng Fan controlled the tremor in his voice, nodded slightly, and said, "I like that title."
Blind Bei took a step back. "We like it too."
Just then, Xue Three arrived, dragging a barbarian whose body was riddled with stab wounds. The barbarian was still breathing, leaving a trail of blood on the ground as he was dragged.
"Zombie, translate for me," Xue Three said. "This brute tried to take advantage of the chaos to molest some of the women in our residence. Heh heh, I caught him."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Fan turned to Blind Bei beside him and asked, "Was this also arranged?"
Blind Bei shook his head. "This wasn't in the script."
"So, it's real?"
