These two are like kings in District 3, but in District 7, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.
If these two were to make a mistake and offend one of the Eight Princes, even if they don't die here, they would still suffer a major setback!
Achoo!
Hua Changle's nose itched, and she sneezed.
He stopped pretending to be asleep and sat up directly.
"Are you alright? Are you still feeling unwell?" Hua Qingyun asked softly.
Hua Changle shook her head, sat down next to him, and obediently acted as a lifelike doll.
After all, on the surface, she came here as Hua Qingyun's accessory.
Feng Tao kept an eye on the movements around him, his expression unchanged, but he silently muttered to himself:
What's up with this young master of the Hua family? Why did he drag Hua Changle along? He looks weak and sickly, more like a burden.
Could it be that they brought a burden along on purpose to mislead the She family?
It's no wonder Feng Tao thought that way. Hua Changle had a notorious reputation, but when it reached the ears of people like them, the point they cared about more was "falling out with the Hua family."
The focus is on the Hua family, not on what gives Hua Changle the confidence to cause such a commotion.
In the months since Hua Changle woke up, the most commendable thing he did was his military achievements in the Northern Frontier Campaign.
However, due to the involvement of secrets such as the "God-Making Faction" and the "Fusion Experiment," and in order to protect Hua Changle's safety, only a small number of people know about her achievements. Given Feng Tao's status, he is unaware of this matter.
Therefore, in the eyes of people like Feng Tao, Hua Changle is a decorative vase excluded from the Hua family.
Of course, now, due to Hua Qingyun's concern, the prefix "excluded" is in question.
But this did not stop Feng Tao from taking Hua Changle to heart.
Feng Tao thought this way, as did Zhao Yu, Fu Guang, and many other members of the "Eight Kings" in the Blood Battle Arena.
This is exactly the effect that Hua Changle wanted.
After Hua Changle and Hua Qingyun's car entered the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau, those who followed them were kept out.
In a tacit agreement, nearly ten cars drove to the street behind the venue opposite the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau.
Upon seeing the prominent nine-dog and eagle-head emblems on four of the vehicles, the gates on both sides of the street had already been quietly closed.
One person got out of the car with the nine-dog logo first.
With short, slightly wavy, granny-gray hair, a baby face, a black and white hoodie, and black and white cargo pants, he's a cool and adorable young man.
Upon seeing this person, Zhao Yu, who was in the car, cursed first:
"Damn it! Dog San'er! Those jackals actually let this madman out just to stalk us?"
Fu Guang's heart tightened.
Is this person Gou San?
He had heard of the name before; "Dog Three" was a nickname earned through fists and bloodshed.
Don't let his handsome and well-behaved appearance fool you; he's actually a notorious mad dog.
Don't let his youthful appearance fool you; he's actually in his mid-thirties.
As soon as Gou San got out of the car, he ran straight for the car with the eagle head logo.
Walking to the front of the car, Gou San stopped and then kicked the front of the car with his long leg.
The eagle-headed car anticipated the movement and reversed a meter to avoid the kick.
Dog Three was not surprised that his kick missed. He smoothly shrugged it off, crossed his arms, and raised one hand in a gesture of international goodwill.
Then, the door of the eagle-headed car was kicked open and slammed shut.
"Fuck you! You son of a bitch! You've been waiting a few days without me beating you up, and you're already itching to die?"
The next person to come down was a man with a buzz cut. The hair on the sides was shaved very short, with several sharp lines that made him look exceptionally fierce.
Zhao Yu's eyes widened: "Damn it, did the ghost come out in broad daylight today?"
"It's all these idle bastards, from Dog San'er to vultures, why are they all gathering here?"
Vulture, one of the stewards and core members of the Eagle Hall.
He held a similar position to Dog Three in the Jackal Gang, and the two were mortal enemies.
Vulture and Dog Three, both of whom hold positions in District Seven that are no less than Zhao Qi, Zhao Yu's superior.
That's why Zhao Yu was sweating profusely when he saw the two of them.
Zhao Yu was already thankful that he hadn't opened the door to go out for some fresh air first.
Fu Guang's brows were already furrowed.
After Hua Qingyun and Hua Changle arrived, they only met once, but it already caused the Eighth Prince to be on the verge of war. If the two of them continued to investigate the affairs of the Seventh District here, it would probably cause a huge upheaval.
Vulture is still arguing with Dog Three.
"Damn it! You old bald guy!"
This is Gou San'er cursing the vulture.
It's not because of the word "bald" in the name "Vulture," but because Vultures have noticeably thinner hair, especially compared to the hair-rich king, Dog Three.
"You old cucumber painted green, trying to look young every day!"
This is a vulture cursing a dog.
Dog San, a man in his thirties, loves surfing and follows the fashion trends of young people.
She often dresses in a youthful and beautiful style, which makes her stand out among a group of men and women, and she is often ridiculed for it.
Dog Three was very unhappy about this and cursed even more fiercely.
Fu Guang was puzzled: Why do mortal enemies curse each other so fiercely that their ancestors want to be dug up, but they don't fight?
He asked Zhao Yu this question.
Zhao Yu said, "This is the territory of the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau. Our Seventh District has a rule that we can only talk, not fight, in this area."
"After all, they have official backing, so we should give them this much face. It's an unwritten rule."
"That's why we dared to drive all the way to this street."
If it weren't for this, Dog Three and Vulture would have killed each other long ago.
The others couldn't let the two of them continue hurling insults. Before Zhao Yu could move, people got out of the other two cars.
One was a burly man in a Chinese-style gray long gown, and the other was a lean old man in plain clothes.
Zhao Yu's hand, which was about to open the car door, froze instantly.
"Zhao Qi definitely tricked me! Damn it, two more showed up, 'Master Leng' and 'Poor Ghost'!"
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