Chapter 1 The Fatty Hears Bad News

Upon hearing this, the fatty's mind went blank. Although he couldn't clearly recall Number One's face, the pain of losing a loved one was undeniable. He was certain this person occupied a very important place in his lost memories.

Jiang Cheng was silent. The Crimson team was now virtually dead in name only. Number One, Number Four, and Number Five had died in battle one after another. Number Three had his abilities extracted by the Chairman, rendering him useless. Almost everyone else was injured, and their combat power was less than ten percent of what it once was. They had given everything and lost everything in the war against the Night Watch.

But in the next second, Number Thirteen seemed to suddenly remember something, turning around and carefully taking out a hat.

The hat was small, the kind of cowboy style, looking casual and cheap, the kind that children liked.

The fatty's heart clenched fiercely when he saw the hat. He remembered it belonged to Number Two, who never parted with it.

But now there was a large hole in the hat, stained with blood.

"Number Two is also dead, isn't he?" The fatty was already desperate. He had lost two loved ones in such a short period of time. Such a blow was devastating to him. The Night Watch owed him two more blood debts.

Number Thirteen paused, then immediately grabbed the fatty, who was about to faint, and quickly explained, "Number Ten, Number Ten, you've misunderstood! Don't faint yet! This hat was left behind by Number Two. He was injured, but he's still alive. Number Two went berserk when he saw the hat was broken and finally caught the guy who did it and sawed him in half with the saw Number Eight lent him."

Hearing that Number Two was still alive, the fatty finally didn't swallow his last breath. He waved his hand shakily, in no mood to blame Number Thirteen for not finishing his sentence. In any case, it was good that he was okay, good that he was okay.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Wan'er, "There's something I need you to investigate. We met a teammate this time who claimed to be the grandfather of Lin Muwan and Lin Muyun. He used the pseudonym Zhang Qizheng during the mission and helped us a lot, but unfortunately, he didn't make it out alive. I need you to confirm whether the Lin family has such a person. If everything is true, notify them of this news, and help the Lin family as much as possible in this chaotic situation."

Lin Wan'er nodded, with no extra expression on her face, "I will send someone to verify."

Number Thirteen glanced at Jiang Cheng with shifty eyes, then tugged at the fatty's sleeve and muttered in a low voice, "Number Ten, go talk to Ling. Now that we're here, it's not appropriate to come empty-handed, right? There's a shortage of people everywhere now. See if you can get Wu to help out, after all, everyone has a good relationship."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng corrected him with a serious face, "If I remember correctly, you said something like, 'If you're going to die, let Ling die alone.'"

Number Thirteen touched his head, his expression becoming more innocent, "Ah? Did I say that? Impossible, you must have misheard."

Despite what he said, help was still needed. Jiang Cheng's shadow slowly stood up from the ground. As Wu appeared, the temperature inside the tent dropped, and Number Thirteen, who had just been bickering with Jiang Cheng, didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Wu went straight to the map, looked at it for a few seconds, then turned to Lin Wan'er. He knew that this inscrutable woman was the highest commander here.

Lin Wan'er walked over and used a metal rod to point out the target to Wu on the map, "We have now surrounded them all, but the terrain in the mountains is complex, with swamps and poisonous miasma. We have tried sending people in to hunt them down, but they were ambushed. A team of more than 30 disciples was scattered, and only four people survived, two of whom were injured."

Obviously, whoever injured Number Two was no ordinary person. "Are all the people trapped in the mountains high-level disciples?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Not all of them, but the proportion is very high. Some of them are very棘手 (jí shǒu, thorny)," Number Three, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, his tone serious and cautious. "People like the Torchbearer and the Scavenger are veteran figures among the Night Watch, and their strength is unfathomable. I, Number Eight, and the Chief Judge of the Torchbearer fought before, and we were no match for the two of them, and the Torchbearer's strength is even above that of the Chief Judge."

Jiang Cheng knew about the Chief Judge. He was the one who caused the ghost movie incident, but unfortunately, he and the Spider Woman weren't a match for Wu together, and the Door in his body was gladly accepted by Wu.

After a pause, Number Three spoke again, "The Torchbearer is an extremely special existence in the Night Watch. His ability is related to the ghost fire in his hand. Pay special attention to the ghost fire in his hand. It is said that that thing can open a passage to the Old Chairman's domain, thus bringing over many strange things."

"And the Scavenger, this person is inconspicuous in the Night Watch and is extremely low-key. No one has ever seen him take action in the past few decades, but there is definite intelligence indicating that this person once killed four other high-level disciples in a one-against-four battle many years ago."

"According to the information brought back by Number Two, this person's ability is related to scavenging. He can copy the moves of anyone who has fought against him. Although he cannot exert 100% of the opponent's strength, his advantage lies in the variety of moves, which makes him unpredictable."

"In addition to these two, there are other high-level disciples. The Night Watch has accumulated a more terrifying foundation over the years than we imagined, but because it is impossible to find any information about these people, we know very little about the abilities they control."

Number Three couldn't help but sigh here. The battle three days ago had almost exhausted their vitality. The makeshift team of more than 30 disciples could almost be said to be the strongest lineup they could put together. In addition to Numbers Two and Eight, who led the team, the rest were members of the Dark Army, or experts recruited from other families, but in the end, only Numbers Two and Eight, and two other people, escaped alive.

The Crimson team was now in a miserable state. Several of the key members were either dead or injured. Now, at most, only Number Six was still strong, but Number Six wasn't here. He and Number Seven had been arranged by Mr. [先生] to go to another battlefield.

Number Thirteen noticed that Wu hadn't said a word and nervously advised, "Well… you don't have to worry too much. These people are very strong, but you'll be fine if you're careful. And… and we'll support you from the outside. You slowly feel your way in. We're not in a hurry. We've all discussed it. We'll send Number Eight to lead people to feign an attack from another direction to help you attract firepower, and then you quietly…"

But in the next second, Number Thirteen shut up because he saw Wu slowly draw his sword and draw a line on the map from top to bottom, then another line from left to right, forming a large cross.