Chapter Seventy-Four: The Obsequious Ren Zhonghao

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“Yes, you’ll lie in ambush here.”

Feng Tianlin, accompanied by Long Mengting and others, calmly directed several eerie creatures. He had already stationed a large number of these bizarre beings at various points around the city’s edge. If Fan Tianxing really showed up, they would certainly catch him unprepared.

A hundred people—he wondered what kind of force that was, how many of them had reached the Kaiyuan realm. Still, as long as there weren’t any at the fifth or sixth stage, Qi Xuan and Bai Langen should have no trouble handling it.

So now, all that was left was to wait for Fan Tianxing to arrive.

Fan Tianxing was on his way, seated in the third vehicle. Compared to the other three, this one jolted and bounced noticeably, and he was finding it hard to endure.

“What’s wrong with this car? It keeps shaking so much.”

Hearing this, the driver quickly explained, “One of the tires is probably loose. Do you want me to stop and check?”

“Forget it. We’re almost there. I’ll just bear with it.”

Fan Tianxing sighed, leaning back against the seat, letting the vehicle toss him from side to side.

“We’re about to reach Tianjing City. Should we stop in the distance, or drive straight in?”

“With our strength, what is there to fear? We’ll just take it back by force!” Fan Tianxing’s face was pale, but he roared with a show of bravado to mask his weakness.

The driver dared not say more. He’d heard about this director’s ruthless decisiveness; one careless word could cost someone their life.

Meanwhile, in another car packed with martial artists and Daoists, Ren Zhonghao was regaling the group with tales of his relationship with Fan Tianxing.

“My relationship with Director Fan is top-notch. We even bathe together, you know... Look, this is such an important mission, and he still brought an ordinary guy like me along. If it weren’t for my bum leg, he’d have made me his driver!”

It was a stretch limousine: driver and co-driver in front, passengers behind.

The martial artists and Daoists regarded Ren Zhonghao as if he were a clown. Amused by his boasting, they let him ramble—until he mentioned his leg, and one finally couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Pfft! Your leg was broken by Director Fan himself, wasn’t it? Hahaha!”

As soon as that laugh broke out, everyone joined in, giving him no face at all.

“You and Director Fan must be really close!” The word “really” was stressed with mockery.

“How can you call it ‘broken’ between brothers? He was new, I didn’t know the rules...”

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Seeing Ren Zhonghao wanted to explain further, the others quickly cut him off: “Enough, you’re a leader, we’re the fighters. We’re not going to bully you, so what’s the point of telling us all this?”

Ren Zhonghao blushed. He was so used to bragging that being denied the chance made him uncomfortable.

“Attention! Approaching Tianjing City!”

An alarm sounded in the vehicle. Instantly, everyone’s expression turned grave.

“Stay ready for combat at all times!”

At this moment, Ren Zhonghao was as out of place as a husky among wolves, looking around anxiously, not knowing what to do. Perhaps out of embarrassment, he forced out a line:

“Everyone, stay safe.”

But just as he finished, he realized the vehicle was heading straight into the city with no sign of stopping.

Ren Zhonghao panicked, patting the driver’s seat: “Hey, what are you doing? If you keep going, we’ll be inside the city.”

The driver turned around impatiently: “This is Director Fan’s order. What, do you have a problem with that?”

At those words, Ren Zhonghao’s heart tightened. He glanced subconsciously at his crippled leg, swallowed hard, and said, “No problem.”

He wasn’t about to argue—if he did, his other leg might end up broken as well.

He hobbled back to his seat, anxiety mounting. Tianjing City was crawling with bizarre creatures. He was just an ordinary, disabled man—wasn’t he just throwing his life away by coming here?

Perhaps sensing his fear, a few of the others patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re not being sent into battle. Just stay in the car.”

Ren Zhonghao replied matter-of-factly, “I’m a man of indomitable spirit, and my relationship with Director Fan is so good. How could he possibly send me to die?”

Everyone was speechless.

Soon the vehicles rolled into the city and came to a halt, their passengers stepping out. The others immediately dispatched a few wandering bizarre creatures near the scene.

Fan Tianxing got out, stretched his back, and looked around. “There are hardly any of those strange creatures here! How did those guys fail to take even a single neighborhood? They got wiped out?”

He didn’t dwell on it, instead ordering several Daoists to set up a formation. Then he had all sorts of tables and chairs—and even sun umbrellas—unloaded from the vehicles.

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Once everything was ready, he dropped himself into a recliner and waved his hand. “Go and bring over Ren Zhonghao, that sycophant.”

Before long, Ren Zhonghao was brought to his side. Seeing Fan Tianxing, he instantly began fawning like a dog before its master.

“Director Fan, you see my leg—I really can’t go into the city to face those bizarre creatures.”

At the sight of Ren Zhonghao’s demeanor, Fan Tianxing burst into hearty laughter. “Hahaha, look at you! Would I send someone as useless as you to die? I called you over just to chat with me.”

Ren Zhonghao immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “That’s good. Director Fan, you really are a man of great understanding.”

In truth, Fan Tianxing had called Ren Zhonghao over precisely to hear his flattery. He used to think he disliked it, but now he found that nothing pleased him more than someone singing his praises.

As they spoke, the Daoists had finished setting up the formation. One of them hurried over to report: “The formation you requested has been completed. We’re heading back now.”

These Daoists were all dressed in the standard uniform of the Daoist Alliance. Fan Tianxing had spent a great deal to borrow them for this very purpose.

“You picked up my formation technique while you were setting it up, didn’t you?” Fan Tianxing turned to them, a faintly unsettling smile on his face.

“What do you mean?” The Daoist took an instinctive step back, eyeing him warily.

“What do I mean?” Fan Tianxing echoed, then clapped his hands. “Men, if any of these Daoists try to leave, kill them on the spot!”

At that, one of the Daoists was instantly enraged. He shouted, “I am a disciple of the Lingwei Sect! Who dares stop me?”

He strode toward the city’s edge, but after only a few steps, he froze, disbelief written on his face. Slowly, he turned to look at Fan Tianxing. “You bastard.”

With that, he collapsed, a bloody hole in his chest. Above his body floated a mop-shaped bizarre creature—clearly the source of the wound.

The mop drifted quickly back to the side of a spirit handler, who stood expressionless, as if killing a man meant nothing to him.

Now, none of the Daoists dared make a move. Only the one standing beside Fan Tianxing gritted his teeth. “You’re killing the donkey after it’s done with the millstone!”

Fan Tianxing spread his hands. “No need to put it so harshly. Isn’t exorcising demons your duty as Daoists? Now I’m just asking you to do your duty in Tianjing City—how is that killing the donkey after the millstone?”

The Daoist could not be bothered to argue. He simply gestured to the others. “Let’s finish off the strange creatures in Tianjing City first. When we return, we’ll report everything that happened here to the Daoist Alliance!”