With a bang, Wang Xiaopang nervously slammed the door shut and asked awkwardly, "Old Fan, what are you doing here?"
Not only him, but also Shang Wu, Qi Jie, Han Jisheng, and Ye Qianqing were there.
All of them were ninth-level martial artists, except for Ye Qianqing, who was a grandmaster.
Such a large-scale operation was only to deal with a seventh-tier calamity.
Qi Jie looked curiously at the room behind Wang Xiaopang and said bluntly, "Dude, you seem a little nervous."
Shang Wu raised an eyebrow and joked, "Old Fan, your friend didn't find a boyfriend behind your back, did she?"
Ye Bufan's face darkened: "Shouldn't she be your girlfriend?"
"Who knows?" Shang Wu said leisurely.
Ye Qianqing said coldly, "Xiao Fan, your parents are already urging you."
Ye Bufan sighed, "I know, I know."
After Ye's parents returned, Ye Bufan felt like he had become an old man. Why was he being pressured to get married?
But that's impossible. At least until he saves Qin Sheng, he must focus on becoming stronger!
Ye Qianqing saw the look in his eyes and her lips twitched.
That's why she and her parents are pressuring her to get married!
"Fatty, who's here?"
Zhang Lei pushed open the door and said with a playful tone, "My lousy place is quite lively today."
"Hello."
Upon seeing Zhang Lei, the group stopped their playful banter.
"Come in and have a seat."
Plastic stools were placed in front of a wooden table, and it was a bit crowded when several people sat down.
Seeing that the disaster-slaying team hadn't discovered Zhang Lei was a cult member, Wang Xiaopang realized it was because he was feeling guilty and returned to his usual self.
"Old Fan, aren't you at that academy? What are you doing here?" Wang Xiaopang asked, puzzled.
"On a mission," Ye Bufan explained, "and also wanted to drop by to see you. How have you been lately?"
"It's fine as it is."
The two chatted for a while, while the others discussed the precautions for this mission.
"That's basically the situation on the Red Jade Grassland. What we need to be careful about is the source of the anomalies there. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this mission shouldn't be too dangerous," Shangwu concluded.
Wang Xiaopang was taken aback, his gaze falling on Zhang Lei.
"Are you going to the Red Jade Grassland?" Zhang Lei asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Uncle Zhang."
Zhang Lei paused for a moment, then asked suspiciously, "The Disaster Relief Squad?"
Qi Jie was taken aback, then a little embarrassed: "Are we that famous? I'm a little embarrassed."
Shangwu said irritably, "What nonsense are you thinking? Uncle Zhang should be our tour guide."
Wang Xiaopang exclaimed in surprise, "What a coincidence!"
Zhang Lei sighed, "What a coincidence."
He gave Ye Bufan a complicated look. This man was a thorn in the leader's side. How could they have run into each other by such a coincidence?
What's even more coincidental is that Wang Xiaopang and he were old friends.
Doesn't this put them in a dilemma?
Ye Qianqing was also a little surprised: "You are Zhang Lei."
Shang Wu and Qi Jie's gazes also held a hint of respect, and even Han Jisheng, who had been silent all along, raised his head and looked at Zhang Lei seriously.
“I didn’t expect that some of you would recognize me.” Zhang Lei said in surprise.
“Of course.” Shang Wu sighed, “I heard that you have already retired, but you still chose to return to the front line to fight. Most of the soldiers from your generation have retired to the second line or gone back to retire.”
“You are now one of the oldest veterans here on the city wall of District Seven.”
Qi Jie was surprised: "I can't tell at all that you're over sixty."
Wang Xiaopang was also a little surprised. He thought Zhang Lei was only in his thirties or forties, but he didn't expect him to be over sixty.
Zhang Lei nodded helplessly, which was taken as an admission.
He didn't want to be so young, but taking the cult leader's potion somehow smoothed out the wrinkles left by time, making him look like an uncle instead of an old man.
Being slovenly and unkempt is also a way of trying to hide this fact.
"It's probably because my level has improved so much recently. People like me are late bloomers."
Zhang Lei jokingly dispelled their doubts.
Shangwu nodded, "That makes sense."
If nothing unexpected happens, a ninth-stage martial artist can easily live to be over a hundred years old.
To date, there has not been a single case of a Grandmaster or higher dying of natural causes; all of them have died in battle or from serious injuries.
Some studies suggest that grandmasters may live to be around 500 years old.
The lifespan of those who are granted the titles of King or Venerable is even more terrifying.
But in today's world, living a peaceful life until one's death is a luxury.
"Uncle Zhang, there shouldn't be any other problems with the Red Jade Grassland we just talked about, right?" Shangwu got down to business.
“There’s nothing seriously wrong,” Zhang Lei said, while the others continued to wait.
It's not a major problem, just a minor one.
"There's just one thing: if you get injured in the Red Jade Forest, you need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. If it goes on for too long, the blood will cause the grass to change. Although it won't be dangerous, there will be a lot of grass, and it will be troublesome to clear it."
Shangwu nodded, "That wasn't recorded in the intelligence."
After all, this is the first time a disaster has appeared on the Red Jade Grassland, so it's normal to lack some insignificant information.
After all, Zhang Lei said there would be no danger.
"Uncle Zhang, when do we set off?" Ye Bufan asked.
"We were originally scheduled to meet up with you all in the afternoon, but since we've all run into each other, let's have a meal and then head out," Zhang Lei said decisively.
Wang Xiaopang's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly said, "Old Fan, can I join you?"
"Huh?" Ye Bufan was taken aback: "You're going too?"
"I'm at least a sixth-tier player, so I should be able to lend you guys a hand, right?" Wang Xiaopang said softly, though he himself was a little unsure of his own abilities.
“Weeding is indeed an effective method,” Shangwu said appropriately.
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