Wen City Shangri-La Hotel, Surveillance Room.
Security guard Wang clicked his mouse to zoom in on the monitor feed.
The screen displayed the fourth-floor hallway of the hotel.
A young cleaning lady was pushing a cart, thodically tidying up the hallway.
Wang zood in again, and her figure filled the screen.
The cleaning lady looked to be just past twenty. Her face was average and unremarkable, but her petite fra was absurdly curvaceous.
The beige short-sleeved uniform did little to hide her voluptuous figure. A uniform that looked plain and matronly on older won sohow turned into a temptation on her body.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. No idea where the manager found this sumr temp. A college student with that body should be working the front desk instead… Too bad about the face, though.”
Even as he muttered about her face being plain, Wang’s eyes never left her fiery silhouette on the screen.
In the corner of the screen, the elevator doors slid open. A young man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses stepped out.
Even with most of his face hidden, it was clear he was handso.
He passed through the hallway, paused upon seeing the curvy cleaning lady, and stepped forward to speak to her. She blushed and lowered her head.
There was no audio on the feed, but the body language was clear, it looked exactly like a hotel guest flirting with a cleaning girl.
That wasn’t the shocking part. After chatting for a few seconds, the man even reached out and touched her cheek, making her face so red it almost fell into her chest.
Wang gritted his teeth, practically growling at the monitor: “Let go of that temp worker, let
do it!”
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Lin Xun ran his hand across the disguised face of Lu Caiyi. The Little White Deer shyly pushed his hand away, and subtly traced a line in his palm.
Lin Xun instantly understood, Room 404 contained only one person.
He strolled casually down the hall toward Room 404.
Lu Caiyi had arrived ahead of him, infiltrating the hotel as a temp worker to scout the situation.
While Lin Xun entered the room, she would remain ‘cleaning the hallway.’ If anything unusual happened, she’d imdiately transform into a fierce warrior and kick down the door.
In the black stocking lady’s words. eting with New World operatives and infiltrating their ranks isn’t the most important thing. Ensuring Lin Xun’s safety is.
The mission could fail. But Lin Xun must not be hard.
To that end, even Li Xingyue and Wang Zong were lying in wait sowhere nearby, ready to act at a mont’s notice.
He pressed the doorbell. Monts later, the door opened.
A middle-aged man stood inside. He stepped to the side and gestured for Lin Xun to enter.
He wore a black suit, and his tall, burly physique stretched the fabric taut, exuding an intimidating presence.
Once the door closed, the man studied Lin Xun closely.
Lin Xun was wearing a cap and sunglasses, but this wasn’t his real appearance. He was currently occupying a shell.
The Earth Giant shell had a compatibility rate of 141% with his boosted talent. Even without the bonus, it still sat at 96%, aning it bore a close resemblance to Lin Xun’s own physique.
With so finishing touches from Ye Xiaoqi’s expert makeup skills, this shell, bearing the New World mark was perfectly suited for a real-world face-to-face mission.
“Blood King?”
“Lord Amos?”
The middle-aged man gave a mocking laugh and shook his head. “No idea what Lord Amos sees in you, letting you act as Wen City’s agent.”
“I’m one of Amos’s proxy agents. You may call
Lord Fighter.”
Lin Xun raised an eyebrow.
So Amos hadn’t co himself, he’d sent a proxy instead. That likely ant this guy wasn’t very strong.
Clearly, Fighter had been dispatched to test his strength and assess whether Lin Xun was truly worth grooming.
Lin Xun simply leaned harder into his cold-blooded, arrogant villain persona.
“Fighter? Get to the point. What do you want?”
A cold gleam flickered in Fighter’s eyes. “You’d better add ‘Lord’ to that! Show so respect to your seniors!”
“Fighter, cut the crap. I don’t have ti to waste chatting with you.”
Lin Xun crossed his arms and smirked, eting Fighter’s threat with a mocking grin, fulfilling his demand in a very different way.
“Good. Very good,” Fighter laughed in fury, his fists clenched tight.
So that’s why Lord Amos picked you to be an agent?
According to Lord Amos, this guy was just a fresh face in the Disciple Sanctum, a forr subordinate of Talros, and apparently soone with a questionable identity.
Amos had sent him here for two reasons: first, to evaluate him in person; second, to deliver a mission.
Only if Blood King completed the task would his identity be verified.
Fighter had earned his position through hard-fought rit. Yet this ‘newbie’ could soon hold the sa rank as him? He found it deeply unfair.
His eyes narrowed. He decided to put this arrogant upstart in his place.
A pure white glove suddenly manifested in his hand.
[Duel Glove (Special Item): A snow-white glove. Throwing it at an opponent’s feet signals the start of a duel.]
[This item pulls both parties into a private dueling arena. The loser will not die, but may drop one item from their inventory.]
Normally used before fighting a boss, this item could potentially double loot drops with good luck.
But it worked just as well on Apostles, high chance of dropping a piece of gear!
It was perfect for this situation: not fatal for a newcor, would send a ssage, and might even yield loot.
Two birds, one stone.
With a dramatic flourish, Fighter hurled the glove at Blood King’s feet.
A brilliant white glow expanded from the floor, enveloping them both in seconds.
They now stood inside a vast, pure white dueling arena.
Fighter smiled faintly, waiting for Blood King to panic.
But instead of showing fear, the guy furrowed his brow and imdiately summoned a suit of shimring silver scale armor.
Each gleaming scale was the size of half a palm. The armor’s joints gave off a subtle radiance, sparkling like stars in a clear night sky.
Sohow, it radiated not only invincible toughness but overwhelming vitality.
Blood King also conjured a monstrous weapon, a massive spiked club.
No, not a simple spiked club.
Its head featured two enormous, bestial fangs, like those of a deep-sea predator, vicious and jagged.
The shaft was lined with rows of smaller teeth, crusted in dried blood, with bits of at still stuck between them.
Heavy. Brutal. Primal. Savage.
An unambiguous weapon of carnage.
Without a word, Blood King charged forward, gear in hand.
Fighter had expected him to hesitate, so he could mock him before attacking.
Instead, this guy skipped the talking and went straight for blood.
Cursing inwardly, Fighter quickly summoned his own weapon and gear, raising a large battleaxe to block.
He was starting to realize this Blood King might not be the pushover he’d assud.
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