"head?"

He seemed not to understand why an angel would be holding a head.

“Perhaps it was an angel who controls slaughter,” Cen Yu said, gesturing as if he were using a sword. “That head was his trophy.”

Lu Zhan nodded as if he understood, seemingly already regarding that head as part of the angel.

"How did you convince him?" Lu Zhan asked quietly. "I thought he would come here unconscious."

“I told you I found a great job,” Cen Yu said without changing his expression, “to become a member of a big shot’s dungeon team in Zone 1.”

Lu Zhan had a youthful face, and his skin was smooth and almost flawless, except for a few signature freckles. He looked very gentle and harmless. "Are you from District One?"

Cen Yu spoke in a barbaric tone.

He was straightforward and lacked subtlety, but that's how hunters or wanderers in the wilderness always are—they don't know the rules.

"A lowly commoner," Lu Zhan thought.

He still had a smile on his face as he looked at Cen Yu. "Doesn't it look like it?"

“You are very young,” Cen Yu said.

Lu Zhan thought Cen Yu wanted to say something, but it turned out to be just this—of course he knew Cen Yu's name, and everyone had even watched that match—he smiled and said to Cen Yu, "People from Zone One are always very young."

He gestured for Cen Yu to get in the car, but Cen Yu persisted and asked him why.

Lu Zhan turned to look at Cen Yu, "Perhaps we'll be set for life?"

"Are you happy every day?"

He chuckled a few times. "Who knows? Maybe District One is just that magical."