Chapter 1182 - Infiltration (1/2)

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“That’s not what you said when you handed me the hunting license,” Roland said to himself indignantly. He said, “Why are you introducing modern martialists only? Normally, they should send more old-school martialists to kill Fallen Evils. Don’t you think so?”

“There are indeed more old-school martialists, but…” Garcia broke off and pointed at a knot of people whom, Roland had mistakenly regarded as irrelevant onlookers. “I don’t have any detailed information about them. They work alone. Few Association members know where they normally go except for their agents. So, I practically have nothing to tell you.”

Abashed, Roland mopped his forehead involuntarily. He had thought those homely, disheveled middle-aged men were just assistants or chauffeurs to the celebrated martialists. Their unkempt image, which formed a glaring contrast with the refined, cultivated modern martialists, made Roland suddenly have an urge to convert to the opposing party. He really did not want to be the representative of a group of bedraggled, lulling middle-aged men.

Could he still register for the trials of the Martial Arts Contest?

Just then, a black bus pulled into the parking lot.

“That’s the bus from Prism City,” Garcia said. “Let’s go.”

“OK,” Roland said as he patted his right shoulder, gesturing for the witches to follow him. As long as Faldi’s bug was attached to him, the witches would always be able to locate him.

Garcia and Roland went straight to the back of the bus.

“I like this seat best,” Roland said as he stretched his legs and leaned back in the chair unceremoniously. “I feel like a king in this seat, as I can see everything that happens in the bus from here.”

“You just want to be a loner. I get it,” Garcia snapped.

“I didn’t beg you to sit with me,” Roland retorted, a little frustrated to notice that he and Garcia were always bickering.

“It’s your first time to participate in a mission. I, as your senior, obviously have to keep an eye on you.”

While they were glaring at each other, a rush of loud chatter caught their attention.

“Miss Fei Yuhan, over here.”

“Yuhan, come sit with me!”

As that genius girl got on the bus, everyone stood up and offered the seat beside them.

“It appears that even for famous martialists, they’re treated differently,” Roland commented.

“That’s right,” Garcia assented quite surprisingly.

However, to everyone’s dismay, Fei Yuhan did not accept any of the offers but walked straight to the back.

“Is there anyone sitting here?”

Fei Yuhan asked placidly while pointing at the seat next to Roland.

Garcia shifted her eyes between Fei Yuhan and Roland, trying to figure out what had happened between the two.

Having no idea what Fei Yuhan was up to, Roland coughed uncomfortably, realizing that all the eyes on the bus were locked on him. Finally, he said, “No.”

“Thanks,” Fei Yuhan muttered, nodding, and took the seat matter-of-factly. “Nice to meet you. Well, actually, we already met. Hello, I’m Fei Yuhan. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Er, me too. I’m Roland. This is… Miss Garcia.”

There was an awkward silence after this brief introduction.

Garcia fell silent and started to play with her phone. Fei Yuhan, on the other hand, sat upright in her seat, looking as aloof and frosty as ever. Roland, who was sitting between the two girls, suddenly found himself in the spotlight, under the curious scrutiny of all the passengers on the bus.

The bus slowly picked up the speed.

While he was planning to switch seats with Garcia, Fei Yuhan suddenly turned around and whispered tentatively, “Your Majesty?”

Bang.

Garcia’s dropped her phone.