Sha Wuji stood on the platform outside Yaoyao's cave, watching vigilantly. At this moment, the "Three Purity" Daoists from Han Yin Temple discovered their home had been raided. As they emerged from the temple, their path was blocked by three Marched Purple Qi masters. The Three Purity, being Sha Wuji's staunch friends, showed no fear despite knowing their opponents were the bosses of Marched. They unsheathed their weapons, ready for battle.
I shook my head at them. What's the point of fighting? We've already lost. I, the commander-in-chief, am within range of the enemy leader's palm strike. Further fighting is unnecessary and would only lead to pointless sacrifices. The only thing I can do now is perhaps buy some time and see if those spirits in the chat group dare to come and help.
Long Yue turned her head. Her skin was very fair, and the sun had risen high. She seemed to dislike the sunlight and pointed to the Audi car beside us. "Shall we talk inside?"
"Me?" I asked.
"Aren't you the one in charge here?" Long Yue countered.
"...I suppose so," I mumbled. Whether I'm in charge or not, I know for sure I'm the weakest one!
I followed Long Yue into the Audi. She took the driver's seat. If I sat in the back, it would make me seem petty, so I boldly entered the driver's seat.
"Here." Long Yue extended her hand to me.
"What?"
"The car keys! It's a bit cold in the car! Turn on the air conditioning." Long Yue was wearing only a windbreaker, which was a bit loose and swayed as she walked. She might not have been wearing anything underneath.
I signaled to the Three Purity Daoists on the periphery. Daoist Wan Qing cautiously reached into his robe, pulled out the car keys, and stepped forward, only to be blocked by a Purple Qi master. He had to hand the keys to the Purple Qi master. Without looking back, the master tossed the car keys over. The oval car key drew a parabolic arc in the air. Long Yue unhurriedly opened the car door and reached out, catching the key just as it landed in her palm.
It wasn't just Long Yue who was formidable; her three Purple Qi masters were also extraordinary individuals. They had all been present at the furniture factory before, but they hadn't intervened, observing from the back seats.
I forgot to mention, these three are all women. Perhaps they are Long Yue's personal guards—if someone with her strength still needed guards.
Receiving the keys, Long Yue closed the car door and expertly started the Audi. She turned on the air conditioning. As expected of a million-dollar luxury car, the AC was powerful. Within seconds, I felt a wave of heat wash over me, making me sweat again, which conveniently covered up the cold sweat from being frightened earlier.
"Let's talk. You shot and killed my CEO. Then you killed two pilots and two helicopters. How do we settle this?" Long Yue asked, crossing her arms. She had to, because the seat wasn't adjusted back, and if she didn't cross her arms, the steering wheel would be crushed.
"One pilot," I said weakly. "One was blown up, and the other is still alive, rescued by Lin Chi and the others..."
"Lin Chi?" Long Yue chuckled. "Lin Chi from the Underworld division at Shabiya Headquarters? That's quite relevant to your profession."
Long Yue assumed I was a living Underworld messenger, as her subordinates would have surely reported back to her.
"Something like that. I'm her direct spiritual guide on this side," I replied with a smile, referring to the mortal realm, of course.
"You seem so confident. Do you think I'd be afraid of your spiritual guides 'on the other side'?" Long Yue asked.
"Are you referring to Wu Zhao, Ma Jiaojiao, and Xie Bi'an?" I mentioned three commanders in one breath, partly to test if Long Yue knew them and partly to show off my connections in the Underworld.
"Tch, three commanders, what are they worth?" Long Yue scoffed. "Even Little King Yama calls me 'Immortal' with respect!"
Immortal? Like the 'Wo Ri Ni Xian Ren Ban Ban Er' kind of immortal?
Failing to borrow authority from the Underworld messenger's position, I dared not speak further, waiting for her to state her terms.
Seeing my silence, Long Yue adjusted a strand of hair peeking from her baseball cap, scratched her temple, and made a V-sign at me. "There are two paths. Choose one yourself."
This seemed to be my signature move!