"Ah, so it's about a demon nest."
Yi Feng nodded in confirmation.
With Yi Feng's acknowledgment, Evil Wolf's legs nearly gave out, and he almost slid off his chair.
Could this man have seen through the ruse?
Was he toying with him?
But judging by Yi Feng's earnest expression, it didn’t seem like he had noticed anything.
"Hmm?"
Yi Feng pressed.
"Uh, well, you see..."
Evil Wolf scratched his head, stammering, "It's just that..."
"City Lord Evil Wolf, there’s no need to worry. I’m quite strong." Yi Feng clenched his fist and smiled. "I’m seeking out the demon nest to rid the land of evil and ensure the safety of your city."
What a way to 'ensure safety'...
Evil Wolf’s lips trembled at the words.
He continued to hesitate, unsure how to respond.
"City Lord Evil Wolf just said there’s nothing in this city you don’t know about, so surely you must be aware of its location." Yi Feng urged again with a smile. "Please, enlighten me without delay."
"Uh..."
Evil Wolf wished he could slap himself for speaking so boldly earlier—now he couldn’t even backtrack.
But damn it, how was he supposed to answer?
Should he tell this demon standing before him that the largest demon nest was right in front of his eyes?
Desperate, Evil Wolf shot pleading glances at the others in the hall.
But they all tilted their heads up, feigning deep contemplation of the ceiling.
Evil Wolf cursed inwardly: These useless bastards, not a single one reliable when it counts.
"Hmm?"
"Does City Lord Evil Wolf have reservations?" Yi Feng pressed further. "There’s really no need. This is a noble cause—ridding the world of evil."
"Ah, you’re absolutely right, Master Yi Feng."
Evil Wolf’s mind raced as he scrambled for a solution.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he settled on the age-old strategy of sacrificing others to save himself.
Truth be told, demon strongholds like his Demon City weren’t rare—there were plenty of them.
He just needed to pick one.
But choosing the right one was crucial—it couldn’t be stronger than his own.
If that demon lord somehow survived and learned Evil Wolf had betrayed them, he’d make a powerful enemy.
So, the best choice was a smaller city, with a weaker ruler than Evil Wolf himself.
After careful consideration, he made his decision.
Southeast of Demon City lay the Sealed Demon City.
He knew its ruler, even had some minor dealings with him.
But in life-or-death moments, such trivial bonds meant nothing.
"Little brother, it’s not that I’m selling you out... I just want to give you a grand opportunity!"
"If you can take down this human devil, it’ll be a monumental achievement!"
"Of course, whether you succeed depends on your luck—but I’ve handed you the chance!"
Evil Wolf consoled himself inwardly.
Immediately, he grabbed paper and began sketching a map.
"Follow this direction straight ahead, and you’ll reach the Sealed Demon City. It’s teeming with demons—ruthless, bloodthirsty, and countless in number..."
Evil Wolf spoke with grave emphasis.
"Countless, you say?"
Yi Feng’s eyes gleamed.
"Yes, countless."
Evil Wolf nodded firmly.
"Excellent!"
"Thank you, City Lord Evil Wolf. I won’t trouble you further."
With a courteous bow, Yi Feng took the map and left, thoroughly satisfied.
The moment Yi Feng was gone, Evil Wolf collapsed onto the floor, the cold sweat he’d been holding back now pouring down his forehead.
The sheer terror of being so close to that man was overwhelming.
The tension had been unbearable—thank the heavens for his quick thinking.
At last.
At last, he’d successfully sent that devil on his way.
But those thirty-plus identical brothers of his...
"Damn you all to hell!!!"
The hall erupted with Evil Wolf’s furious roar, followed by a cacophony of wails and desperate pleas for mercy...
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