"It's the blond guy who went into the dungeon with us," Sun Qianqian reminded her.
Lin Yu suddenly realized: "So it was him, but wasn't he dead? Why bring him up?"
Sun Qianqian explained, "That's right, Liu Xiong's father is the vice president of the guild."
"Just now, he came to us and learned that you saved the two of us, but his son died in the dungeon. He is resentful of you and believes that you killed his son."
"Song Tianhuo, be careful lately, the other party may cause you trouble."
Lin Yu frowned. What kind of logic was this?
"His son is brainless; he got tricked into a dungeon and ended up being fed to monsters. What does that have to do with me?"
So, I'm wrong for not saving his son?
Sun Weiqian sighed and said, "Liu Xiong's father, Liu Haoran, has lost his beloved son and has now lost his mind. When he goes crazy, he is capable of doing anything."
Zhao Daqiang's expression turned serious.
"He's already started asking us about you. Of course, we haven't told him, but boss, it's best to be careful!"
Lin Yu's expression was initially rather unpleasant, but then he thought, what does the person who entered the instance be named Song Tianhuo? What does it have to do with Lin Yu?
Lin Yu said, "Tell him my name, and also, that I am currently in Jiangnan Province."
"This." The two were somewhat surprised, not understanding why Song Tianhuo would do this.
However, it's likely that Song Tianhuo had his reasons for doing this.
The two nodded and agreed.
In a conference room with a distinctly European style, several blond foreigners dressed in necromancer robes were having a serious discussion.
Bell, a level 96 undead forbidden spell user, sat in the head seat. His gaze swept over the group, and he said in a deep voice:
"News has come from the East: the S-rank dungeon Midnight Theater has been cleared."
The crowd present reacted with surprise or frowns. A man in green said:
"Impossible! Our Disaster Organization sent so many people in, and none of them could clear this dungeon. How could those trash from the East possibly clear it?"
Bell didn't say anything, but simply projected a picture onto the big screen.
It was a black and gold badge, shaped much like the key to the Midnight Theater, with three gleaming gold characters on it.
Someone who had studied Chinese immediately translated: "The first killer."
The room fell into a deathly silence, everyone's face showing astonishment and disbelief.
Bell tapped lightly on the conference table, then said slowly:
"I think everyone knows that there is a prop in the Midnight Theater that is of utmost importance to us, and we must get it!"
"Now, this item may have fallen into the hands of an Easterner."
Someone immediately said, "That's easy. I'll go straight there, arrest the person who cleared the level, interrogate them, and if they have the item, just kill them and take it."
"Let's keep things clean, so no one will know it was us."
Many people nodded.
"The entry level for the Midnight Theater is 1 to 5. Those who pass the level are very weak. Anyone can kill them with a single slap."
"Agreed! This kind of person doesn't deserve to possess our supreme artifact as an undead. Kill him as soon as possible and take back the artifact!"
Bell thought for a moment and said:
"We should prioritize stability and avoid rash actions. There are many experts in the East."
He then laughed and said, "We don't need to go there ourselves right now. After all, we can't be sure if the prop has actually been obtained by someone."
"We can find some local lackeys to scout out the situation for us first. That Wolf Cub Guild in Shanghai would be perfect for this."
P.S.: Late update, the author is sick, my head is about to explode! Sorry.
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