“My name is Zhou Long!” clarified the middle-aged man when faced with the threat of Li Hao coming for him.1

“Right right, that’s it. Your father is a deputy in the provincial government…”0

“He’s the director general now,” Zhou Long offered carefully.0

“Eh?” Yuan Shuo blinked. “He hasn’t died yet?”3

Zhou Long didn’t know what to say.0

“Good, so long as you have some sort of background. I’d be worried if you didn’t have any sort of status. I wouldn’t be able to find you after this. Very well, you may go about your business!” Yuan Shuo chuckled. “Lend me your transmission pendant and don’t you dare report it lost. Otherwise, I’ll come visit you at home if I don’t receive any news!”0

The middle-aged man smiled sheepishly. A merry Yuan Shuo quickly vanished into the distance.0

“Big brother Yuan, it’s dangerous to the east,” Zhou Long couldn’t help but call out. “I think you shouldn’t take the risk. Demon Sword’s in too much trouble this time!”0

Yuan Shuo suddenly recalled something and looked back with a grin. “I remember now, when you lost to me, you grabbed...0