Chapter 840: Chapter 279: The Smell of Your Sock (Part 2)
What a pity, his reaction speed was still somewhat lacking.
The combined strike from Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang was certainly no joke.
Puff!
Puff!
With two muffled thuds, Zhao Qian’en’s arms were already locked from the left and right by the two men.
This stance was like the Investigation and Arrest Bureau apprehending a prisoner.
"Who are you... Mmm mmm... Ugh..."
Zhao Qian’en shouted angrily.
He still had one move left; though it would injure him, he could break free from the restraint.
Being an eighth-grade, he couldn’t be without a few trump cards.
Unfortunately, before he could execute his combat technique, a sock, repugnantly smelly beyond compare, was already stuffed into his mouth.
Entering softly, a line... Ugh...
Zhao Qian’en’s mind went blank.
He transcended.
Like accidentally drinking a vat of industrial alcohol, Zhao Qian’en felt a bit dizzy and his consciousness was somewhat blurry.
Damn, biochemical attack.
These assassins today are too shameless.
"Brother, stop yelling; this is the Scab Beast Jungle, do you know how dangerous you are?"
Zhao Qian’en was pinned to the ground, attempting to struggle.
At this time, Yang Lezhi approached, whispering into Zhao Qian’en’s ear.
"Huh?"
Zhao Qian’en was stunned.
Not assassins?
He glanced at these people, with just a look he was shocked.
So young.
Two fifth-grade, one fourth-grade.
Are they from the Divine Land?
So young, how could they possibly break through to the fifth-grade.
In the Zhao Qi Corps, Zhao Qian’en absolutely didn’t care about Wuda Students, so he didn’t recognize Bai Xiaolong and the others.
But he was truly startled.
"If you can keep quiet, I will remove the sock.
"Garlic Number One, I ask you, will you behave?"
Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang aimed to suppress Garlic while Yang Lezhi handled negotiations.
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm!"
Zhao Qian’en nodded like pounding garlic.
Hurry up and take it away, don’t hesitate for even a second; I’m an eighth-grade, if I die from sock odor, it would be better to be killed by Cang Ji.
No way.
Garlic Number One?
Are you freaking calling me that?
I, a dignified eighth-grade Vice Admiral, you call me Garlic?
Especially Garlic Number One?
Zhao Qian’en’s greatest irritation was his garlic-shaped nose, throughout the Divine Land, who dared to call him this way.
"My sock is worth 100,000 yuan; the official website can verify it. Now that it’s tainted by your saliva, remember to compensate!"
Yang Lezhi added.
Crunch!
Zhao Qian’en nearly fainted from rage.
Falling from grace, oppressed by dogs.
I, Zhao Qian’en, a dignified eighth-grade, have fallen to this extent, why is this?
What misdeeds have I committed?
"Please, don’t shout, if you have any questions, ask quietly, otherwise the sock goes back!"
Yang Lezhi warned, removing the sock from Zhao Qian’en’s mouth.
Such disgusting saliva.
"Phew!"
Yang Lezhi and Meng Yang both let out a breath.
This eye-watering smell could simply be lethal.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"
Zhao Qian’en asked quietly.
He also saw that these were not assassins, he might have interrupted their lurking.
"We should first ask you, Garlic Number One, what’s your name, where are you from, what are you doing in the Wet Realm?"
Yang Lezhi asked with a frown.
"I’m here strolling around!"
Zhao Qian’en wasn’t ready to reveal his name, he casually replied.
Too shameful, unwilling to mention his name.
If someone from the Zhao Qi Corps found out, I’d never live it down.
"Hmph, we now suspect you are a spy from the Yangxiang Race, so you are temporarily restrained. If you dare resist, we’ll kill you.
"When we return to the Divine Land, you’ll need to prove your identity."
Bai Xiaolong spoke coldly.
A fifth-grade Martial Artist at such an age wandering alone in the Wet Realm, the behavior is too suspicious!
"I..."
Zhao Qian’en nearly fainted from rage.
I... a dignified eighth-grade Vice Admiral, could I be a spy?
But he shut his mouth, helpless, as he had fallen from grace.
No need to resist.
Maybe, just hang around with these little punks for three days?
After all, there’s no goal, wherever I end up is fine.
If there’s any danger, I can help them, after all, they are the future pillars of the Divine Land.
"What is Su Yue doing, he’s about to be discovered by Toad Number One."
At this moment, a few people focused on Su Yue’s whereabouts.
Initially, Su Yue was cautiously lurking, seemingly dodging Toad Number One.
But suddenly, the scenario changed completely.
Su Yue boldly walked up to Toad Number One.
Strangely enough.
Toad Number One wasn’t sure if it was foolish or truly brave.
As a first-grade demon beast, it boldly charged at Su Yue.
Next, an even stranger scene unfolded.
Especially for Zhao Qian’en, his eyes nearly popped out, Su Yue actually obediently took a beating?
He got hit, and yet he apologized to a demon beast?
Then, Zhao Qian’en understood many things, after all, Su Yue’s name was known.
These people came from Wuda.
They must be here on a mission.
After all, Su Yue’s reputation is immense, Zhao Qian’en didn’t know him personally, but had heard of him.
As expected of Su Yue.
At such a young age, already at the peak of third-grade Qi Compression.
This is equivalent to fifth-grade.
To Zhao Qian’en, Su Yue killing this first-grade Scab Beast Demon was like squashing a bug.
Of course, Scab Beast Demons have a unique sonic transmission method that would alert other Scab Beast Demons.
Clearly.
Su Yue didn’t want to disturb other Scab Beast Demons.
Confronted by the murderous aura of the Scab Beast Demon, Su Yue exhibited panic unbecoming of a third-grade Martial Artist, like a coward.
He was struck by the Scab Beast Demon thrice, then cooperatively spat out blood, his expression turning more terrified.
