Translator: CinderTL
Feng Qi nodded. "So, what's your choice?"
"Forming a domain combat team. We need to cultivate our first core group of forces."
Seeing the Lord of the Mist's resolute expression, Feng Qi smiled and raised his glass.
"My thoughts exactly."
"Cheers!" The Lord of the Mist grinned, lifting his own glass.
After draining his glass, Feng Qi looked up at the Lord of the Mist.
"Next, let's register as frontline warriors at the Winterfrost Supply Zone."
The Lord of the Mist suddenly shook his head.
"Let's go somewhere else. Old Day City."
"Why?" Feng Qi asked, his curiosity piqued.
In their previous Sacrifice Line, they had first met at the supply zone near Old Day City.
But he had never understood why the Lord of the Mist had traveled so far to get there.
The Winterfrost Supply Zone would have been an excellent choice for forming a domain combat team.
Moreover, the Lord of the Mist was clearly more familiar with this area.
In response to Feng Qi's question, a hint of embarrassment flickered across the Lord of the Mist's face.
"There's someone here who's absolutely terrifying. I'm afraid she'll remember my scent. If we encounter her, we could both be doomed."
Hearing this, Feng Qi couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
Feng Qi realized that Mu Qing's attack had clearly left the Lord of the Mist with a deep psychological trauma.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have relocated his operations.
He was terrified of encountering Mu Qing again in this region and suffering another brutal beating.
A beating was bad enough, but this time he might not be so lucky. It was entirely possible Mu Qing would simply kill him outright.
Thinking of this, Feng Qi asked with feigned confusion, "Who is this guy? Even with your strength, you're no match for him?"
The Lord of the Mist grew even more embarrassed. "Actually, he's not that strong—just slightly stronger than me. I can't defeat her now, but my growth potential far exceeds hers. I'll definitely surpass her in the future. For now, though, it's best to avoid confrontation."
"Wait, was your serious injury caused by that guy?"
"She's in no better shape. She's equally wounded, and might even be dead by now."
Watching the Lord of the Mist deliver these words with such nonchalance, Feng Qi mentally applauded him.
Trying to bluff in front of someone who knew history? It seemed that no matter the species, the instinct to put on a brave face was universal.
As they chatted, night fell.
After settling the bill, he and the Lord of the Mist returned to the employee dormitory.
After tidying up, they purchased plane tickets to Old Day City.
Before leaving the dormitory, he carefully checked his backpack, making sure not to forget the most crucial item: the active needle.
For the past few days, he had remained constantly with the Lord of the Mist.
To be safe, he hadn't contacted Wei Wei, making the active needle in the metal box all the more critical.
A tracking device had already been implanted in his brain.
If the active needle could be administered in time, the Scarlet Research Institute would detect his deteriorating condition and take action.
To this end, the Scarlet Research Institute had specially assembled a "Brain Retrieval Team" composed of elite warriors.
Using his location data, they would remain in the same city as him at all times, ensuring they could swiftly retrieve his brain in case of an emergency.
As for whether the retrieval would succeed, Feng Qi wasn't entirely confident.
After all, there was always a chance of unforeseen complications. No retrieval could ever be guaranteed with absolute certainty.
All he could do was carry the active needle, ready to preserve his body intact if necessary.
As he pondered his future plans, he and the Lord of the Mist left the employee dormitory.
Outside, snow fell heavily, and few pedestrians were visible on the streets.
As they walked toward the main road, Feng Qi pulled out his phone to call a taxi.
But just then, the danger instinct granted by his Demon Dragon Transformation flared, causing him to abruptly turn his head to the right.
The Lord of the Mist shoved him aside at the same moment.
A sharp dagger materialized from thin air, carving a treacherous arc as it plunged toward the Lord of the Mist's neck.
Immediately afterward, a gaunt, blue-skinned figure emerged from the shadows.
Feng Qi was no stranger to these Blue-skinned Assassins.
He had encountered them numerous times in the previous timeline and understood their capabilities well.