Wang Fan felt an inflated sense of being invincible in the world.
He watched Zhang Qitian, like a chess piece on a board, being toyed with in his palm, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly, his triumphant smile froze for a moment because he remembered someone.
Yun Shao.
Mysterious and unfathomable strength, inscrutable mind, terrifying background.
Indeed, the idea of being invincible in the world was too much of a stretch.
Wang Fan sighed deeply, watching Zhang Qitian, still running tirelessly, trapped in a loop without realizing it.
His playful mood vanished instantly; it was better to finish this quickly and be done with it.
"Kun"
The character "Kun" on Wang Fan's palm glowed faintly gold.
The next second, Wang Fan appeared directly behind Zhang Qitian and struck him directly in the heart with his palm.
Boom!!!
A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of Zhang Qitian's mouth. At this moment, his mask fell off and landed on the ground.
His heart shattered, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to turn to look at the person who had ambushed him.
"Remember, it was me who killed you."
Wang Fan directly turned him around, pointed to his own face, and made sure the man saw him before he died.
"But your mask is quite good."
Wang Fan picked up the mask from the ground and put it on.
"You..." Zhang Qitian gasped and died before he could say anything else.
"Oh, he's dead."
Wang Fan reached out and felt for the man's breath. Finding none, he withdrew his divine ability.
The surrounding scene changed instantly. They were still in the residential complex; Zhang Qitian had never left it.
And Zhang Qitian's former residence had already been ransacked by the black fans who had broken in.
These people were originally Zhang Qitian's fans, but due to his scandals, they had turned into black fans.
"Come out, my servants."
Wang Fan felt the power of the mask, raised his hands to the sky, as if performing a ritual.
Dark figures emerged from the ground around him, as if they had been waiting underground for his summons.
"So that's how it is."
Wang Fan looked at these members of the Shadow Soldier Corps who were extremely reverent towards him, a thoughtful expression on his face, and waved them away.
"This mask is somewhat useful to me. I wonder if Yun Shao will give it to me."
Wang Fan left with the mask. Before leaving, he saw the sanitation workers in the distance.
As soon as Wang Fan left, Zhang Qitian's corpse was bagged and taken away by a few sanitation workers.
These people were there to clean up after Wang Fan, arranged by Ah Da.
...
Upon returning to Qianzhou, Wang Fan reported back immediately.
"Yun Shao, this mask is the medium for summoning subordinates."
"Such a strange item. To think such a thing exists in this world. I was truly shocked when I put it on."
"This is a good thing."
Under Wang Fan's covetous gaze, Zhao Yunhai slowly put the mask on himself.
One by one, members of the Shadow Soldier Corps appeared in the hall, as if emerging from water.
Zhao Yunhai also noticed another characteristic of the mask that he was unaware of.
This characteristic was that the strength of the mask wearer influenced the strength of the Shadow Soldier Corps.
"This is indeed a good thing."
After making the Shadow Soldier Corps members disappear, Zhao Yunhai put down the mask and said to Wang Fan, "Well done."
"You flatter me, Yun Shao."
In front of Yun Shao, Wang Fan appeared very humble.
He knew that he was no match for Yun Shao, whose power was so great that even when he felt so inflated, he didn't think he had any chance of winning.
"This thing will grow stronger with the user's strength. It's a pity I don't need it."
For Zhao Yunhai, this item was a waste; it was better to enhance his subordinates' strength.
"Want it?" Seeing Wang Fan constantly staring at the mask, Zhao Yunhai teased.
"Yes." Wang Fan nodded. "This thing is quite useful; having many people gives you presence."
However, he also knew that Yun Shao probably wouldn't give him something like this.
"Here."
Zhao Yunhai, to Wang Fan's surprise, threw it to him without hesitation when he saw him wanting it.
"This... Yun Shao, I didn't mean that."
Wang Fan received the mask with both hands and quickly explained.
Zhao Yunhai waved his hand, stopping him from further explanations, "I am never stingy with my own people."
"This thing is merely extra manpower for me, nothing more."
"If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"However, it's also thanks to you that this mission was assigned to you, otherwise, this mask might not have ended up in your hands."
"Thank you, Yun Shao."
Wang Fan was deeply moved. If it were him, he might not have been able to give such a thing away.
If he put himself in Zhao Yunhai's shoes, this was the main reason for his感动.
Because he himself couldn't do it, when someone else could, your heart would always be stirred.
"We are all one family, why thank each other."
Zhao Yunhai indifferently took a sip of tea and casually asked, "Was the body handled properly?"
"It has been handled. The ashes have been scattered into the sea," said Ah Da from behind.
"Speaking of which, why handle it like this? Can he still be resurrected?" asked Li Mingyi, snatching a chicken drumstick from the young monk Wu Chen and eating it curiously.
"Amitabha, according to Buddhist rites, we directly guide the souls of the deceased," replied the young monk Wu Chen, guarding his fried chicken family bucket and drinking cola.
He seemed to know that he was gaining weight rapidly, so he started to pay attention to his weight.
Regarding the ownership of the mask, the two had no objections. If it was given to Wang Fan, so be it, as Wang Fan had completed the mission.
Most importantly, it was Yun Shao's decision who to give it to; they had no right to interfere.
Moreover, if Wang Fan had it, they could always borrow it if needed.
What goes around comes around, and it would be easier to borrow it again.
Zhao Yunhai felt it was necessary to explain, no longer being as perfunctory as before.
"Yes, in my eyes, these are special people and must be treated with special care."
"In the future, when you encounter such people, remember to kill them immediately with all your might, and then dispose of the bodies according to my method."
Although they didn't fully understand the most important reason, the three felt that Yun Shao's words were only the surface meaning.
However, the three still responded with understanding and agreement.
"Come, come, let me try the benefits of the mask on you guys."
After Zhao Yunhai went upstairs, Wang Fan smugly winked at the others.
"Showing off after getting the benefits, you rascal," Si Jin Yan, as usual, chattered at him.
"Here, you try it first."
Wang Fan was in a very good mood and didn't bother arguing with him, directly putting the mask on him.
"Huh?" As soon as Si Jin Yan put it on, dark figures reappeared around him.
Just as Si Jin Yan was extremely excited, Wang Fan, with a mischievous smile, took the mask off.
"You..." Si Jin Yan was furious.
It was infuriating to make him so excited and then deny him the release.
Wang Fan gave Si Jin Yan his back triumphantly, "Come on, Wu Chen and Li Mingyi, you two experience it."
Wu Chen and Li Mingyi had already seen through Wang Fan's mischievous intentions and simply ignored him.