C288 Give me the seat of the hall master (2/2)

The two men were startled, they looked at Lu Baobei, and turned their heads at the same time, but did not say anything.

Lu Baobei's heart suddenly sank. She could tell from the eyes of the two men that they knew Sikong Ting!

The two men stopped talking. There was nothing Lu Baobei could do, she could only lean against the metal box, allowing Little Camel to lie in her embrace.

It had already been so long, the bodyguards must have already called the police, they didn't know when the police would find them, and had those bodyguards informed Sikong Ting yet?

In the sky above Europe.

A plane flew past his head and Sikong Ting stood by the window. His lips were tightly pursed as a hell-like cold aura emanated from his back, causing no one to dare approach.

Spiritual Vulture and Blood Vulture stood behind Sikong Ting with their heads lowered, not saying a word.

”Wow, are you guys playing with wooden puppets?”

A cynical voice cut in as Sikong Chen's figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a dark blue formal dress.

Sikong Ting stood by the window and did not move.

”Second Master.” Spiritual Vulture and Blood Vulture turned their heads around as their voices lightly greeted.

Sikong Chen nodded to the two of them, then looked around, ”Hey, why is one of you three Avians missing? Where's the vulture? ”

Blood Vulture lowered his head and did not speak. He raised his head, smiled gently at Sikong Chen, and said: ”The Vulture is busy right now.”

Sikong Chen's eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a profound smile: ”It can't be that they're planning on how to ruin the Moon Palace Tournament, right?”

Spiritual Vulture rubbed his nose, laughed, and lowered his head.

Is that so?

Sikong Chen glanced at Spiritual Vulture indifferently, the corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile, and without asking further, he looked at Sikong Ting's back and said: ”Brother, the clothing master has asked you to go and test out your attire. But let me tell you something. If you really don't want to attend the Moon Palace Competition, I can help you! Of course, this was on the premise that … Give me the position of Master of Blood Hall! ”

That face that was exactly the same as Sikong Ting's, was devilishly charming.

After Sikong Chen finished, he looked at Sikong Ting's back and revealed a profound smile, then turned and left.

The room quickly quietened down as Sikong Ting stood by the window and looked down at everything. His noble face was expressionless, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

Spiritual Vulture looked at Sikong Ting's back figure. He wanted to say something but hesitated.

”Ready?” Sikong Ting asked with his back facing Spiritual Vulture.

Spiritual Vulture's expression became serious, and he replied respectfully: ”I guarantee that I will be safe.”

In the middle of the summer night, the occasional sound of insects could be heard from the grass surrounding the factory, accompanied by the deafening snores of the men.

Lu Baobei lethargically leaned against the metal box, when suddenly she felt that someone was touching her hand.

Lu Baobei suddenly opened her eyes, and just as she was about to turn her head, her mouth was suddenly sealed by a small hand.

Little Camel's small, tense face appeared in Lu Baobei's line of sight as she widened her eyes in astonishment.

”Mommy, don't talk.” Little Camel said to Lu Baobei in a very soft voice, as her small face glanced at the man who was sleeping.

Lu Baobei followed Little Camel's line of sight and turned her head, nodding to Little Camel.

Little Camel smiled at Lu Baobei, then lowered his head, frowned and helped Lu Baobei untie the rope.