Xinyang Suburbs.

Qinghe Town Center.

Old Ghost climbed up from a pile of pale bodies.

Putting on his mask, he slowly walked to the door of the room and impatiently asked outside, "What's the matter?"

Outside stood a man with a nose piercing, slightly bowing as he said, "The guard post thirty kilometers away is unresponsive. The operator said they uttered a few words and then fell silent."

"What did they say?"

"A mysterious vehicle....."

Old Ghost frowned, but with his Devil Mask on, the subordinate standing outside couldn't see Old Ghost's expression.

Nonetheless, he could feel that Old Ghost wasn't in a good mood.

After thinking for a moment, Old Ghost said, "Just these four words? Send someone over to check what's going on. Let Guan Zhongjin or Lao San handle it."

After speaking, he shut the door.

Indecent sounds came from within again.

The subordinate with the nose ring scratched his head and walked away.

"Should I find Guan or San?"

Recalling Guan Zhongjin's serpent-like eyes, he shuddered.

He preferred not to find Guan Zhongjin unless absolutely necessary.

That Guan Zhongjin rarely spoke, always wore a cold expression, and his eyes were terrifying. Since witnessing Guan Zhongjin drinking human blood with bloodstained lips, he had been somewhat afraid of him.

In comparison, although San's temper wasn't great, he seemed more humane. This Guan Zhongjin lacked any human presence.

"I'll go find San then. The boss didn't specifically say who should handle this." He mumbled a few words, then headed to the lounge.

Usually, San was there.

Soon he walked into the lounge.

In a noisy commotion, he found San with a flushed face from drinking.

He leaned beside San's ear and recounted Old Ghost's instructions.

San listened and squeezed his butt.

"......" The man with the nose ring felt uncomfortable like he was being bitten by ants.

He was indeed a straight guy.

If he had known, he would have gone to find Brother Guan.

"Alright, I got it, I'll go now." Zhao San nodded and said with a smile.

Then he stood up and swayed.

The man with the nose ring hurriedly helped him, worriedly saying, "San, the boss said either you or Guan Zhongjin should go. With you drinking like this, should I inform Guan Zhongjin instead and let him go?"

"What? Nonsense, I'm fine." Lao San shook off the man's support and shouted angrily.

He collapsed onto the ground at that moment.

He sat there stunned for a few seconds.

Then he smiled and said, "Kid, you really know how to please me."

Though drunk, he hadn't lost his ability to think.

The person who had informed him just now said Old Ghost arranged for either him or Guan Zhongjin.

And he came to tell him first, what did that imply?

It meant Lao Zhao was more trusted.

Besides, he was displeased with Guan Lao Er, eager for a chance to prove he was better, so Old Ghost could see who truly was more useful.

He shook his head vigorously, supporting himself on the ground to stand up.

Nearby people came to help him, but he cursed them away.

"I'm not drunk. Get lost."

After standing, he felt more at ease.

Subsequently, he patted the man with the nose ring's shoulder twice, and said with a smile, "Wait a few minutes for me."

Afterward, he staggered towards the toilet.

After relieving himself, he exited the toilet, seeing a nearby metal barrel filled with water for refueling cars.

He submerged his head in the water, holding his breath for a minute before extracting his head.

"Huff huff!" He took heavy breaths.

He then slapped himself several times.

His mind completely cleared now.

This was his trick.

After all, following Old Ghost, he didn't want to mess things up, as an enraged Old Ghost was terrifying.

So, though he drank heavily, any task from Old Ghost would immediately sober him up.

With decisive strides, he unveiled the lounge curtains and opened the door.

He shouted inside and summoned some men outside.

Then he mounted his motorcycle, leading over thirty people to the guard post thirty kilometers away.

........

Guan Zhongjin stayed upstairs, drawing the curtains to see Lao San's vehicle driving out, a contemplative look in his eyes.

"Where is he going?" he murmured.

After pondering awhile, he set aside the blood and headed downstairs.

.....

Several kilometers from Oil City Fortress, Third Uncle and others did not wait for Li Yu and the others at the guard post.

Instead, they hid in a house opposite the guard post.

When they arrived earlier, the walkie-talkie was on, indicating those people might have already transmitted the message.

Third Uncle kicked the motorcycle gang member lying arrogantly on the ground, frowning.

This group was heavily brainwashed, unafraid of death, unresponsive in interrogation, even enjoying torture.

A bunch of perverts.

Clang!

A gang member squirmed, bumping into the nearby table and knocking it over.

Ant glanced at Third Uncle, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.