Chapter 3285 — Take Me as Your Underling
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In her view, Old Man Wei had probably been playing a bit part too—otherwise, how could a few words from him have shouted these people into a stupefied silence? This must all have been arranged beforehand in the script! How else could a village quack doctor have such tremendous power?
Then she thought of the bottle of soy sauce she had sold—might she get a chance to appear on screen? If her shot really made it onto television, she would be famous! At this thought, Widow Wang instantly grew smug, humming a little tune as she tucked the hundred yuan away.
Of course, she was truly ignorant. There was not even a cameraman here—how could this possibly be a television drama? But she knew no better, so how could she have known such things? She resolved that the next time she saw Old Man Wei, she would ask him when the show would air!
Lin Dongfang strode at the head of the group, his pace swift. Though he was no awakener, his speed was by no means slow, and he soon arrived at West Star Mountain, not far from that spring of spirit water.
Lin Dongfang had his reasons for coming here. With so many people, his current stamina made it impossible for him to awaken them all—two or three at most. But once he had done so, he would have to drink the spirit water at once to replenish himself. Otherwise he would end up like Ergoudan, his body dreadfully weak, and at that point his weakness would likely be exposed. So this spirit spring was his lifeline.
This place was deserted, and here Lin Dongfang would speak plainly. He looked at the people behind him and said, "The three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect are my servants, and what they have done was done with my tacit consent. If you have any objections, you may address them to me."
By now Zhong Yongliang, after being carried a long way by the Mad Bull Patriarch, had finally come to. But upon hearing Lin Dongfang's words, he nearly fainted again. He hurriedly said, "No objections, no objections, haha, how could we possibly have objections? Haha, you should have said so earlier! Bloody Garment, Yellow Springs, Grim—so you are all servants of Mr. Dongfang! Then could you take me on as a servant too, haha? An underling will do..."
"I have no plans to take on underlings yet," Lin Dongfang said, glancing at Zhong Yongliang, his expression growing ever stranger. Who on earth was this man? Where had he come from?
Most of those present, hearing Zhong Yongliang's words, agreed wholeheartedly—and no wonder, for they had all witnessed Lin Dongfang's might back then. Yet there were a few who had no idea who Lin Dongfang was—and one of them was President Qian Boguang of the Black Horse Association.
In those days he had not yet been president of the Black Horse Association but an ordinary elder sent out on missions, so he felt not the slightest fear of Lin Dongfang. Though Zhong Yongliang had been scared witless and begged to become Lin Dongfang's servant, in Qian Boguang's eyes Zhong Yongliang was merely a strategist, an ordinary Earth-rank expert, and it was no wonder he was timid.
"What is the matter with all of you? Who is this old fellow, really? Did we not agree? Are we not going to join forces and kill the Grim Ancestor right now?" Seeing that no one would act, Qian Boguang grew anxious.
"This... President Qian, you may not know, but you do not recognize this great master. However, you might ask the Black Horse Association's secluded supreme elder—he should know him," the Mad Bull Patriarch said, somewhat awkwardly. (To be continued.) RT