The man in the tracksuit raised his eyebrows. "With a setup like this, what's there to fear! If that guy really doesn't know what's good for him and comes looking for trouble, then don't blame us for sending him on his way!"

The man in the Tang suit smirked, snapped open his folding fan with a "pa," and fanned himself slowly. "Old Wu is right. Fortune favors the bold." He leaned forward, a mysterious smile on his face, his voice coaxing. "Gentlemen, don't forget, ever since that incident, the Minister and Deputy Minister positions have been vacant. If we were to take this person's head..."

"Hehe, the Minister's position is hard to say, but the Deputy Minister's position is practically guaranteed." The man in the tracksuit clenched his fists, a strange excitement in his expression, his voice low. "To be honest, I've selected quite a few good hands from my family this time, and they're lying in ambush all around. They're just waiting for the order to surround and kill this guy!"

"It's really going to the dogs. Even our Old Wu has learned to scheme." The man in the Tang suit narrowed his eyes, teasing.

The man in the tracksuit, called Old Wu, sneered, moved his neck slightly, his joints cracking. He glanced sideways at the man in the Tang suit. "Enough with the flowery words, scholar. I vaguely sensed a few unfamiliar auras nearby when I came, hiding in the woods. Heh, are those people you brought?"

The man in the Tang suit laughed and waved his hand. "Just a small arrangement, just in case. I hope Brother Wu doesn't mind."

The man in the tracksuit chuckled, placed his hand on the table, and tapped his fingers lightly, meaningfully saying, "Song is really ambitious. It seems that Brother Song is determined to get the Vice President's position."

The man in the Tang suit feigned surprise. "Brother Wu, what are you saying? I'm just preparing for the worst. As for who gets the final credit, that's up to fate."

"I don't see it as up to fate at all. This is clearly a case of planning against the unprepared." The man in the tracksuit didn't hold back, sneering. "You and I are both strategists. That forest is the best hiding place nearby. If that person dares to come, once the attack is blocked, that forest will be his best escape route."

"Brother Song has ambushed people there, waiting comfortably, isn't that exactly what you want, to take this wonderful head into your possession?" The man in the tracksuit continued.

Exposed, the man in the Tang suit still looked leisurely. "It's not good to say it like that. Who gets the final victory will ultimately depend on their abilities. Besides, Brother Wu also has secret arrangements. All the entrances here are covered by your Wu family's eyes, is that right?"

The man in the tracksuit narrowed his eyes, a flash of fierceness in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated, replaced by that indifferent smile. "The current situation is clear to both of us. With a strong enemy at hand, we must be prepared."

"That's right." The man in the Tang suit shook his folding fan. Some things are best left unsaid. Everyone is smart. Being too blunt will only embarrass each other.

"Hmm..." The old man in the suit in the middle frowned.

"Old Qi, what's wrong?" This sudden change made the atmosphere tense. The man in the Tang suit and the muscular man in the tracksuit looked at the old man in the suit at the same time.

"It's nothing, just feeling a little blocked up." The old man in the suit put down the teacup and turned to look at the man in the tracksuit. "How long has it been since the last report?"

"According to the rules we set before, the teams report every half hour during the day, and shorten it to 15 minutes at night. Now..." The man in the tracksuit rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick, hairy arms. He wore an electronic watch on his wrist. "There are still 3 minutes."

"Did you sense something?" A faint unease floated in the man in the Tang suit's heart. He believed that he had done the preparations to the extreme. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was foolproof, but when he thought of the guy he might face, he could not help but feel a little nervous.

"Don't wait, contact the teams now." The old man in the suit looked at the man in the tracksuit and issued an order.

Hearing this, the man in the tracksuit took out his mobile phone, his thick fingers operating nimbly on it. After waiting for about 10 seconds, it was very quiet, with no news.

"What's the situation?" The man in the tracksuit immediately panicked. The people they brought were well-trained elites, and they would never make such a low-level mistake.

The man in the Tang suit swallowed, his face changing instantly. Before he could speak, he heard the old man in the suit's unquestionable voice, "Protect me, I want to sense the surrounding situation."

"Okay!"

After receiving the reply, the old man immediately closed his eyes, and then his head drooped in a very strange way.

The old man was wearing a bowler hat, and at this moment, the hat fell off, revealing the top of his head. His neatly combed, thick hair squirmed strangely, squirming to both sides, revealing the position in the middle of his head.

A strange scene appeared. There, an eye was actually growing!

Moreover... this was definitely not a human eye. The eye was twice as large as a normal person's, round and bulging, covered with scarlet blood vessels, without eyelids, like a large, blood-red glass bead, embedded in the top of his head.

This eyeball slightly emitted a red light, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

This was the old man's ability. He could perceive the surrounding situation through this strange eye. His direct combat ability was not top-notch. He played more of a scout role.

Suddenly, the old man's body shook violently. As the old man raised his head, the calm and detached appearance of an expert was gone. The old man's face was full of fear, like a frightened child.

"They're gone, their auras... they're all gone!" Old Qi's lips turned purple.

"Who disappeared? The people we arranged outside?" The man in the tracksuit panicked immediately. There were at least 20 people outside, all of them elites they had brought.

What was even more terrifying was that just 10 minutes ago, they had reported that everything was normal. How long had it been, and they had... they had disappeared silently.

Moreover, Old Qi's wording was "disappeared," not "died," which meant that he had not seen the bodies.

Such an ending was even more terrifying than death.

But this was just the beginning. The lights in the room slowly dimmed.

Not immediately extinguished, but dimmed little by little, giving people the feeling that an old man was dying of old age. As the last ray of light disappeared, the room was completely plunged into darkness.

Without anyone reminding them, the muscular man in the tracksuit and the man in the Tang suit immediately leaned towards Old Qi, protecting him in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.

It wasn't because they cared about him, it was just that he absolutely couldn't die. In such an environment, their vision was limited, while Old Qi's abilities were not affected by the darkness. His role was like a radar station.

He could confirm the enemy's position and the direction of the attack.