一女战三老外一女战三黑人

The man beside her was a true Great Demon Head.

He just wore a simple white outfit with a warm smile on his face, giving off the feeling of utmost ordinariness—without the imposing aura that strong ones usually possess.

Yet it was this appearance that deceived many, and even Yan Xu, a notorious tyrant of the Neon Sea, had been dealt with.

“Time is almost up, what should we do with this dog?” Luo Shaoyan asked coldly, his gaze fixed on the Yellow Beast Dog.

“If the dog isn’t loyal, there’s no use in letting it hunt again,” Zhu Minglang said nonchalantly.

The Yellow Beast Dog, terrified, ran about frantically; it had thought that wagging its tail and trying hard from now on would protect its life, but it hadn’t realized that these humans were merely squeezing the last bit of value out of it.

“My dragon is hungry too,” Luo Shaoyan said with a cold laugh.

…

The hunt had ended, and for Zhu Minglang, this hunt was never a challenge.

With his hunting count, he could basically get the things he wanted.

He lit a smoke signal, and soon a Pterosaur patroller from the Yan Clan flew toward their location and carried them back to the Yan Clan’s mountain palace.

“Gentlemen, have you perhaps seen our young master?” asked the black-clothed man riding the Pterosaur.

Luo Shaoyan and Jing Yu both showed a slight change in complexion—had the Yan Clan realized so quickly?

“Which young master of yours?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Yan Xu, Young Master Yan Xu. He was also in this hunting team,” the Pterosaur’s black-clothed man said.

“No, we were all hunting convicts,” Zhu Minglang replied perfunctorily.

The Pterosaur’s black-clothed man looked at Zhu Minglang and, in the end, didn’t question further.

…

Back in the mountain palace, Zhu Minglang saw that some hunting teams had already returned.

Zhu Minglang went to the Yan Clan’s steward and handed over the Iron Rings of the Convicts he had earned.

Originally, Zhu Minglang was not fond of this hunting game, despite the targets being unforgivable villains, because some were dragged into it by the Yan Clan’s tyranny just to make up the numbers.

Zhu Minglang had encountered Ge Zhong, the Guard from Yellow Leaf City, who had been thrown here by Yan He and had become a convict.

Zhu Minglang didn’t hunt him but told him not to worry about the families back in Yellow Leaf City; they were safe and sound, and the Lizard Water Monster had been eradicated by them.

After hearing this, Ge Zhong seemed relieved and finally rushed towards a sharp wooden pole, impaling his own abdomen.

Rather than endure the exceptionally cruel torture of the Evil Insects feasting on his innards, he had chosen to end his life first.

“Thirty-three, ranked second!” the Yan Clan’s steward announced loudly.

Soon, surprise-filled glances were cast from the guests sitting in front of the fine food and wine—they had not expected such an unremarkable group to hunt so many!

“Shameless, you are simply despicable! I’m going to expose you; these few people hardly hunted any convicts at all. They specifically robbed our other hunting teams, and this guy—I’d recognize him even if he turned to ash!” Guan Wenqi, furious beyond measure, charged over, pointing at Zhu Minglang’s nose as he spoke.

“Isn’t it quite normal for hunting teams to fight each other?” Zhu Minglang said, his expression unchanged.

Standing aside, Luo Shaoyan and Jing Yu, however, remained silent.

While others hunted game, making use of Yellow Beast Dogs to madly chase after convicts, Demon Lords, and villains.

Zhu Minglang, on the other hand, was looking for other hunting teams. After beating them up, he would confiscate all their Iron Rings of the Convicts with considerable skill, as if this wasn’t his first time doing so!

In any case, aside from those true murder demons who cruelly killed slaves in the Greyrock Mountains, Zhu Minglang would not hesitate to eliminate them, with robbing the fruits of other hunting teams’ labor being what he did most often.

As expected, after Guan Wenqi stood out to accuse Zhu Minglang, several other teams also came forward, cursing Zhu Minglang for his actions.

Zhu Minglang acted as if he hadn’t heard them, completed the submission of the confiscated Iron Rings of the Convicts, and then collected his own rewards.

Seeing Zhu Minglang completely ignore those who were outraged, Luo Shaoyan and Jing Yu became even more convinced that Zhu Minglang often did these unscrupulous things.

But unscrupulous as it might be, the harvest was genuinely plentiful.

Finding a convict would net at most one Iron Ring of the Convicts.

Finding a hunting team would typically yield seven or eight rings; otherwise, how could they have collected thirty-three in such a short time?

The angry complainants had their say, but they didn’t dare to do anything to Zhu Minglang, as his Azure Phoenix Azure Dragon had beaten each of them to a pulp, which they still dreaded.

…

Having secured the Blood of the Evil Dragon Essence, Zhu Minglang was very satisfied with the quality of this Spiritual Object, which would be perfect for enhancing Big Black Tooth’s bloodline.

Considering that Yan Xu’s disappearance would soon be discovered by the members of the Yan Clan, Zhu Minglang didn’t linger and left immediately after taking his reward.

Just as he was about to step onto the staircase and return to Man City, a man in a purple-black robe with a stand-up collar, followed by a large group of black-clad Yan Clan members, surged over.

The man’s face was dark. He scanned the well-dressed guests at the feast, trying to speak in a calm tone to the crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Yan Zhen. My son has gone missing during this hunt, and I suspect that someone among the guests has murdered him and destroyed his body. Therefore, I ask everyone to stay temporarily in the Yan Clan’s mountain palace, as I need to conduct a thorough investigation!”

Having said this, Yan Zhen waved his hand, and the hundreds of black-clad Yan Clan experts behind him immediately spread out and surrounded the entire Yan Clan’s feast hall, forbidding anyone to leave.

“Gentlemen, please return to the hall,” a burly Yan Clan expert stepped forward, addressing Zhu Minglang, Luo Shaoyan, and Jing Yu.

Luo Shaoyan and Jing Yu kept their composure on the surface, but inside they were somewhat panicky, their gaze involuntarily turning to Zhu Minglang.

Although Zhu Minglang was the killer, they both were heavily involved in the matter.

“No worries, let’s go back and drink,” Zhu Minglang said.

They returned to the mountain hall and took their seats as before. Luo Shaoyan and Jing Yu, coming from powerful families and clans, didn’t completely lose their composure.

Among the attendees of the feast were elders from other influential forces. Even if the matter were exposed, it had been Yan Xu who acted with malicious intent first.

“Don’t worry, they are just bluffing right now. They haven’t even found a body,” Zhu Minglang assured his two companions.

“But Yan Zhen just mentioned destroying the body…” Jing Yu said.

“Trust me, I’m a professional,” Zhu Minglang said confidently.

“Yes, yes,” Jing Yu nodded in agreement.