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【Four-Star Mission: Yao Race Infiltration】

【Mission Content: The Yao Race has learned a secret and begun infiltrating the Northern Defense Line, attempting to create chaos in Human Race territory.】

【Mission Reward: Slaughter Talent · Yao Race Bane】

Tang Gao let out a soft 'hmm': "A secret? What secret?"

What exactly did these guys find out that they're causing such a huge stir?

Infiltrating the Northern Defense Line… only the Yao Race would dare to do something like this. If it were any other race or enemy, they wouldn't even consider it.

The Northern Defense Line has truly seen battles in recent years; its military System remains relatively intact, and even the older generation of warriors are still on duty, their fighting spirit undimmed.

Of course, this isn't to look down on the Yao Race, but rather that only the Yao Race can truly accomplish this.

There's a famous joke: if we were to establish an additional intelligence network, it wouldn't be to guard against the Yao Race, but against our allies.

The reason is as above: currently, Xia Kingdom's infiltration of the Yao Race is like returning home to visit family.

Naturally, the Yao Race's infiltration of Xia Kingdom is the same; everyone is equally involved.

But precisely because of this, after the war between Xia Kingdom and the Yao Race, everyone became more restrained, and no major territorial disputes arose.

It was simply because both sides suffered too many casualties, and there was too much vacant land within their own territories; they simply had no time to invade others.

Tang Gao was full of question marks: "The Yao Race hasn't even recovered much Origin Qi, yet they dare to move south again. What are they thinking?"

What kind of secret could make them so eager?

Tang Gao muttered to himself, clicked on the four-star mission, and chose to accept the side mission.

【Four-Star · Yao Race Infiltration · Side Mission】: Capture the Vampires in Liang City and learn about the Yao Race's movements from them.

"Alright, mission start. Violent Justice, Body Integration!"

...

Liang City, at the entrance of a certain luxurious nightclub.

Tang Gao was using the Clone of the Violent Justice Emissary. He was dressed like a casual young man, even wearing slippers.

Tang Gao stood at the entrance of the luxurious nightclub, wearing sunglasses, looking up and examining the neon sign of the nightclub. It was actually written by a calligrapher; one could tell there was some brushwork skill involved.

It's just a pity it was used in the wrong place, to write for a place like this.

"Sir, entry here requires an introduction from a Gold Card member. Do you have a Gold Card member's guarantee?"

The black-suited bodyguard at the door spoke very politely; he was the first hurdle for approval.

Tang Gao smiled: "How do you know I'm not a Gold Card member?"

The black-suited bodyguard smiled without speaking, then looked at the beautiful woman walking by: "Miss, entry here requires an introduction from a Gold Card member. Do you have..."

"Scram!"

"Slap!"

Not only was the black-suited bodyguard cursed at, but he also received a slap across the face.

The black-suited bodyguard smiled and moved aside, letting the beautiful woman walk in, then looked at Tang Gao and sincerely said: "Someone like that is definitely a customer of our nightclub."

Tang Gao was utterly speechless: "Is it too late for me to curse at you now?"

The black-suited bodyguard shook his head: "Of course it's too late, and I've never seen you before. All the clothes and pants you're wearing combined don't cost more than three hundred yuan. How could you be a customer of our nightclub?"

The handbag slung around the waist of that beautiful woman just now was an Hermès, starting at 100,000 yuan.

Tang Gao walked up to the black-suited bodyguard, showed his fist, and smiled: "I'll give you one punch. If you can withstand it, I'll spare your life. How about it?"

The black-suited bodyguard smiled: "Little brother, don't look for trouble. I'm a Second Order Cultivator, you..."

"Bang!"

Tang Gao retracted his fist, watching with interest as the bodyguard's face twisted in pain, clutching his stomach and kneeling before him.

Tang Gao nodded, patting his shoulder: "Your strength is decent, but your perception is a bit lacking."

The black-suited bodyguard clutched his stomach, unable to speak, his forehead covered in cold sweat, so much so that his forehead was pressed against the floor from the pain.

The faces of the other two bodyguards at the entrance changed drastically, and their hands immediately went to their waists.

Tang Gao looked at them with a half-smile, releasing a hint of Killing Intent: "Don't move, or I'll kill you."

In an instant, the two black-suited bodyguards saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with countless evil Souls wailing behind the young man.

Tang Gao snapped his fingers, and Leng Yue's Soul emerged from the shadows beside him.

"Watch them. If anyone moves, kill them."

Leng Yue's Soul was solid, looking no different from a normal person, and he respectfully obeyed: "As you command, Your Excellency."

After all, he was a Fourth Order Cultivator; disguising himself as an ordinary person was child's play.

Fourth Order combat power was enough to be a guardian suppressing a region.

Among the Yao Race, he would be a king of a territory.

As a doorman, Leng Yue was more than competent.

The nightclub had a very stylish interior; the decor clearly looked expensive, and the floor was so shiny it reflected Tang Gao's pant creases.

After Tang Gao walked in, he saw four beautiful receptionists playing around. They were clearly startled to see him, but immediately put on their most natural and gentle smiles, walking up to him with a smile.

"Little brother, what kind of services would you like?"

"Would you like me to introduce you to the entertainment options here?"

"Little brother is so handsome, let me accompany you."

The beautiful receptionists recognized regular customers. This little brother clearly looked new; this was a big gold mine, and they had to dig carefully. Perhaps a little bit leaking from his fingertips would be enough for the rest of their lives.

Tang Gao chuckled: "Where's the boss? I want to talk to the boss about a collaboration."

The four beautiful receptionists exchanged glances, unsure what to do.

"Then we'll contact the manager, how does that sound?"

Tang Gao nodded: "Alright, call them."

Soon after, the manager walked over with brisk steps. Seeing a young man dressed in cheap clothes, he still didn't dare to be negligent, slightly bowing his waist, his smile gentle and grand: "A distinguished guest has arrived; I apologize for not greeting you sooner. Young master, may I ask your name?"

Anyone who could step through this door naturally had family wealth or background.

Although this young master was dressed shabbily, his demeanor was extraordinary. Upon closer inspection, he appeared casually dressed and at ease, but in reality, he exuded a murderous aura and arrogant dominance, clearly no Mortal.

To become a manager, one naturally had good discernment.

Tang Gao chuckled: "I'm here to talk to your boss about a collaboration."

The manager hesitated slightly: "This... would it be convenient to disclose your surname, young master?"

Tang Gao smiled, lightly pointing a finger at an expensive, intricately carved fresco wall nearby.

"Bang!"

Centered on the point of impact, a terrifying spiderweb of cracks rapidly spread across the entire wall, shattering many of the angel reliefs on it.

Tang Gao chuckled: "Scram."

The manager's forehead was covered in sweat. He quickly nodded and bowed: "You are a great person, I will go and ask the boss... No, no, I will invite the boss over right now."

So young, yet a single finger could shatter an expensive and sturdy carved wall.

This was not someone he could afford to offend.

Strength was the best proof.

The manager turned and ran, stumbling on the way with a weak leg, then quickly scrambled up on all fours and ran towards the elevator.

He was afraid that if he ran too late, his head would be moved.

The four beautiful women had already shrunk back behind the front desk, trembling, not daring to approach Tang Gao again.

Tang Gao retracted his gaze, his eyes behind his sunglasses showing a hint of surprise.

So far, he hadn't seen a single Vampire.

Why did the System send him here?

He hadn't sensed much Demonic Qi here either.

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Don't forget the gifts... Damn it, so humble...