Blood Scorpion was suddenly confused, unable to figure out what kind of pervert Fang Zong was.

When others hear that someone is targeting them, they would be happy to have as few enemies as possible. Judging from your tone, you are even surprised and annoyed that the other party has too few ghosts?

"Four families!" Blood Scorpion said irritably, "You can look into the details of how they dealt with you yourself. I don't know. Also, thank you for the three Blood Lotuses of the First Ten Days. I just upgraded my rank and need good things to consolidate my strength."

Fang Zong: "How many?"

"You didn't know it was a gift you gave me?"

"But I remember there were 10 flowers. They were delivered by Dongfeng Express. There can't be any mistake."

Blood Scorpion: "..."

Before the call was even over, Blood Scorpion exploded, yelling at the giant sword stone hall: "Old bastard, old sword demon, come out here! Use your supernatural powers to find out for this sect leader who the hell is so capable of dismantling the Dongfeng Express without damaging the sealing clay and red paint! Seven Blood Lotuses in one ten-day period, you find out and I'll give you two!"

I want them all!

"Three flowers at most. If you're any greedier, I'll team up with my friends from other evil factions and fight you to the death!"

In a jet fighter, Fang Zong sat in the back, hung up the phone, and chuckled.

How interesting! The Blood Fiend Sect, such an evil sect, is truly fascinating.

As a junior, Blood Scorpion dared to speak to the old Sword Demon like that. Even among the righteous sects, he should at least be beaten to a pulp.

But the old sword demon not only wasn't angry, he even started negotiating terms.

Fang Zong said to the front, "Listen, the evil sects aren't without their good points. Everything has two sides, and I like that about the evil sects."

The fighter pilot gave a wry smile: "That's because you're even more powerful than the evil faction. My goodness, can we please stop making phone calls?"

As a fighter pilot and a first-class fighter pilot, Chen Gang knows his old buddy very well, but no book says what happens when you make a phone call while flying a fighter jet.

It's said that airplane equipment is very sensitive, and mobile phones can affect its operation.

But what about fighter jets?

None of them have ever flown a fighter jet while carrying a cell phone!

Fang Zong shrugged: "It's okay." Then he made a phone call to Ou Zizhan.

Chen Gang glanced at Fang Zong out of the corner of his eye, thought for a moment, and then kept quiet.

As Fang Zong's 'driver,' he naturally knew Fang Zong's identity. Since the matters Fang Zong was handling were more important, rules for lower-ranking officials naturally did not apply to Fang Zong.

“Okay, I understand,” Ou Zizhan said from the other end.

Fang Zong immediately hung up the phone, turned his head, and admired the spectacular aerial view of the fighter jets flying at high speed.

Shancheng, Dragon Valley.

Ou Zizhan sat in the library inside Dragon Valley. Because it was so early, there were only two people there.

One was him, and the other was Wu Yongci, the new student counselor appointed by Fang Zong.

Both of them were reading when Wu Yongci looked over and asked, "Do you need us?"

Ou Zizhan said, "The four ghosts have joined forces to deal with A-Zong. A-Zong is too lazy to use his brain and wants us to find out what methods the other side will use."

Wu Yongci nodded slightly: "The principal's weakness lies in Shancheng, but Shancheng is now like an impregnable fortress. Even if the ghosts of the four families unite, or even if the ghosts of ten families unite, they may not be able to break through the defenses of you seniors."

"What if a powerful expert at the supernatural level comes?"

“Impossible.” Wu Yongci said with certainty: “According to investigations, there are currently eight supernatural-level ghosts in the country. Six of them are in sealed-off areas, suppressed by the strongest members of our country’s Ghost Killing Team. The principal once wanted to go in, but was refused by Elder Wang.”

The other two are spirit ghosts, but they are also closely monitored by the powerful figures on the Dragon Ranking. Furthermore, they have people they care about and wouldn't risk their families' destruction by provoking the principal. Of course, there are definitely some not listed in the data, but there are very few, and none of them are a match for Elder Meng.

Ou Zizhan laughed and said, "That's right, what's the second point?"

"Secondly..." Wu Yongci stood up, cupped his hands and said, "This junior has overstepped his bounds. In fact, according to those old ghosts, the principal is still very young, and even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman!"

Upon hearing this, Ou Zizhan's eyes lit up.

What a Wu Yongci!

Fang Zongzhen was right. This Wu Yongci doesn't need three years; he only needs another year and a half of training to become the second Murong Zhen!

[Poor Murong Zhen, he was so unlucky. He became a brilliant strategist through his own efforts. If someone had mentored him, could he have become the next Zhuge Liang?]

Thinking this, Ou Zizhan took out his phone, intending to dial the number Fang Zong had given him.

He admitted that he was not cut out to be a strategist and wanted to win over Murong Zhen, but upon closer reflection, he realized that with his intelligence, he might end up being played to death by Murong Zhen while still helping him count his money.

He had no choice but to send Fang Zong a text message with only two words: Female ghost!

Fang Zong had already disembarked from the fighter jet and was hovering over the holy river in India. India had made handovers with various countries, and each country could send one fighter jet as a vehicle for a powerful figure who came to offer congratulations.

"General, when we return, India will send fighter jets to escort us."

Chen Gang didn't know how to address Fang Zong, so he simply used an ancient term. After replenishing his fuel, he returned directly to his homeland.

Fang Zong stood on the holy river in India, took out his phone, saw the words 'female ghost', and burst out laughing.

A female ghost?

Is this thing even useful?

Honestly, if it weren't for his slight germaphobia, the female ghost trying to absorb his yang energy would be like letting him get away with it for free.

No, it's paying out of pocket!

"I must have guessed wrong, but besides this method, how else can the ghost deal with me?"

If I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it.

Fang Zong floated slightly higher because the holy river in India was so dirty. All kinds of wastewater were being discharged into the holy river, and floating foam and plastic bags could be seen everywhere. There were even animal carcasses floating and soaking in it.

It's called a sacred river, but it's actually a 'river of germs'.

However, the devout faith and the powerful belief of all living beings endow the entire river with terrifying energy and magical power.

"Suit-wearing thug? Hello." Suddenly someone spoke, their voice somewhat muffled.

Fang Zong turned his head and saw a burly black man who smiled, revealing a set of neat white teeth. He extended his hand to him and said, "I have long heard of your name, but it is an honor to meet you. Thanos, the American comic book hero from League of Legends."

"Hello, Mr. Snap."

Fang Zong showed no mercy, because Thanos's palm was gathering energy, and he wanted to give him a warning.

He turned his head away immediately and decisively ignored her.

Thanos's face darkened: "What, you don't dare?"

Fang Zong, of course, didn't care about such a small provocation.

But suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his slender, soft, wheat-colored arms wrapped around his neck without him noticing.