75: Chapter 75 It's dangerous here, you'd better go home quickly.

His mouth opened wide, so wide that the corners of his lips almost split to his earlobes.

The ten arms disappeared, transforming into ten streams of warm energy,

flowing into his stomach, into his blood vessels, and into every corner of his body.

Wang Lin closed his eyes, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

Captain Huo Xiao's Regeneration was merging into his body.

His sequence ability was never devouring, but evolution.

Stimulated by Captain Huo Xiao's Regeneration factors, his cells began to divide, reorganize, and renew.

Old cells died, and new cells were born.

Those new cells were more active, more resilient, and more full of vitality than his original cells.

Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked at Captain Huo Xiao: "It's acceptable."

"In that case, we'll meet at the temple in three days."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the door.

Su Wan's voice was a bit strained: "Commander..."

Captain Huo Xiao raised his hand, stopping her.

This was the fifth step to befriending Wang Lin: "Asking for a favor."

In truth, Captain Huo Xiao never thought he could obtain the forbidden artifact; that was not something he could lay a finger on.

Because even if you obtained it, it wouldn't end up belonging to you in the end.

Since it isn't yours, why risk snatching it? Tired of living?

The reason Wang Lin dared not approach him was because Wang Lin was still too weak right now.

Just like an ordinary adult who dares not approach a Tiger in the distance,

even if that Tiger has no malice,

even if it is a Tiger that has had its teeth pulled.

Captain Huo Xiao's goal was to make Wang Lin lower his guard.

Even if you, Captain Huo Xiao, are a LV7 powerhouse, there will come a day when you will need me.

To make Wang Lin think that he, Captain Huo Xiao, is nothing special.

But the true intention was still to protect Wang Lin; after all, if Wang Lin died, Dark Blade would be finished too.

Chen Long would not let Dark Blade off.

No one has ever been able to take advantage of Chen Long without doing something in return.

The Tea House owner cowered behind the counter, his entire body trembling.

He had watched this whole thing from beginning to end.

Although he didn't know what the two had said.

But he saw the leader of Dark Blade cut off his own ten arms,

and that young man named Wang Lin swallowed them in one gulp.

His hands were shaking, his legs were shaking, and his lips were shaking.

At the corner of the street, a man in a gray coat cowered against the base of the wall, his fingers trembling.

He was a scout sent by some faction to keep an eye on Captain Huo Xiao, and he had been squatting there for several days,

recording every day who Captain Huo Xiao met, what he said, and where he went.

He thought he had seen it all, thought he wouldn't be surprised anymore.

But today, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

The leader of Dark Blade, a LV7 powerhouse, had cut off his own ten arms in the Tea House.

Then that young man named Wang Lin swallowed them in one gulp.

He didn't know how to report this to his superiors.

Say Captain Huo Xiao cut off his own arms? Say Wang Lin ate the arms? Say the two reached some agreement he didn't know about?

Just then, a hand reached out from behind him and patted his shoulder.

The man turned around, and upon seeing who it was, his legs went weak with fear.

He knelt on the ground: "Cap... Cap... Commander Huo..."

...

Three days later, Twelve Zodiacs camp.

When Wang Lin arrived, the camp was already crowded with people.

Wang Lin stood on the periphery of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the entire camp.

Just as Captain Huo Xiao had said, besides them, a bunch of Reserve Member rookies, there were many high-level powerhouses.

Those people stood in the center of the camp, in twos and threes, some whispering, some resting with their eyes closed, some checking their equipment.

Their temperament was completely different from the Reserve Members.

It was a kind of calmness.

A calmness that only comes after experiencing countless life-and-death situations.

Wang Lin couldn't sense the levels of those people.

He could sense LV5, he could vaguely judge LV6, but anything above that was very difficult.

He suddenly understood that sentence Xing Tian had said.

"Your task is just to survive."

So the Twelve Zodiacs had long since secretly chosen their main force.

They, these Reserve Members, were just incidental participants.

Wang Lin's gaze crossed the crowd and landed at the very front of the camp.

A person was standing there, wearing a Tiger mask with black and white patterns on it.

He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, motionless.

The person standing beside him was none other than the Chief Instructor Xing Tian.

Xing Tian stood half a step behind that person.

A person who could make Xing Tian follow behind like a subordinate could only be a core member of the Twelve Zodiacs.

Tiger, the Nether White Tiger whose true form was thirty or forty zhang tall and swallowed the arena in one bite.

Many people around saw Tiger and cast looks of admiration.

Wang Lin's gaze passed over Tiger and landed in a corner of the camp.

Two people were squatting there.

Both of them had a cigarette in their mouths.

They were whispering something, occasionally laughing, their shoulders shaking as they laughed, looking very sleazy.

Wang Lin frowned.

The image of those two people formed a stark contrast with the people around them who were standing straight and ready for action.

His gaze flashed past, not lingering.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, even in a large organization like the Twelve Zodiacs, there are still some parasites.

People who just slack off exist everywhere.

He had just turned his head away when he suddenly stopped.

Those two figures looked somewhat familiar.

He turned his head back abruptly and looked carefully.

The smoke dissipated in the mist, revealing the faces of those two people.

An honest face, with a smile that was always hanging on the corners of his mouth.

His own father, Wang Dashan?

Another thin face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Uncle Zhang? Zhang Qiming?

Wang Lin froze completely.

The two were squatting in the corner of the Twelve Zodiacs camp, smoking cigarettes, shoulders hunched, looking like two migrant workers.

Others looked like drawn blades.

You two look like a rusty firewood chopper.

Damn it. Wang Lin cursed in his heart.

No wonder these two had been working in the Twelve Zodiacs for over twenty years and were still just peripheral personnel.

With this kind of attitude, it would be a miracle if they could be admitted as internal personnel.

He took a deep breath, then stepped toward that corner.

He thought he would be stopped by the members in front halfway there.

After all, this was the Twelve Zodiacs camp.

But he walked three steps, five steps, ten steps, and no one stopped him.

Those LV5, LV6, and LV7 powerhouses acted as if they didn't see him, letting him walk past them.

Wang Lin walked to the corner, squatted down, grabbed Wang Dashan's arm, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

Wang Lin's voice was very low, but his tone was urgent: "It's very dangerous here, we're going to the temple in a while."

"I know you might not know what the temple is, but in short..."

"It's very dangerous there. You two should go home early."

Looking at his son's appearance, Wang Dashan found it somewhat amusing.

He took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled slowly: "Isn't there a mission? They asked Old Zhang and me to deliver some goods."

He pointed his chin into the distance, and Wang Lin followed his gaze...