The voice was hoarse, cold, and aged, like the voice of an old man in his twilight years, filled with mystery.
This voice belonged to the Night King.
After becoming his disciple, Wang Chao initially served as a medic in the mercenary corps, gaining experience by tending to various wounds. A year later, he also donned a mask, adopting a mysterious code name for himself, and followed his master on campaigns, steadily increasing his strength and growing into a leader within the mercenary corps.
During various battles, he also gained a formidable reputation.
After reaching the pinnacle of his cultivation, his master felt that he could shoulder greater responsibilities.
Therefore, he arranged for Wang Chao to leave the corps, faking his death. Then Wang Chao took up his master's mask and assumed control of the entire mercenary corps, becoming the Night King.
Only his two martial brothers knew his true identity.
The reason he used this type of phone card to call Po Jun was to avoid exposing his identity.
After all, his return to China was a matter of great importance, and he couldn't let other members of his family know his true identity.
If his identity were exposed, all the enemies of the Night King would converge on them, targeting his loved ones and friends. The consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore, apart from his master and his two martial brothers, he had to conceal his identity as the Night King.
Even when facing the deputy commander of the mercenary corps, he chose to keep it a secret.
"Commander, you finally contacted me."
The voice of the deputy commander, Po Jun, came through with surprise and excitement. "Commander, where have you been these days? Is it because you have a mission that you're contacting me now?"
"I was on a secret mission in the Dragon Kingdom."
Wang Chao maintained his hoarse and aged voice, speaking coldly. "There are three powerful experts planning to cause trouble in the Dragon Kingdom: Bai Pao, Cui Min, and Wilson. I command you to intercept them!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone, removed the SIM card, and replaced it with his own. The unused phone card from a deceased person, he crushed it into powder and threw it on the ground.
After completing all this, he drove home and went to the market to buy several high-quality pork belly slices.
On that day, inside a hotel room.
Duan Wuya was in the midst of having sex with a female classmate. Just as he felt he was about to ejaculate, suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang, shattering into pieces.
Xia Houming entered with a red-tasseled spear on his back, his face dark and gloomy.
Duan Wuya was almost scared to death by the noise. He quickly let go of the woman in his arms and looked towards the door, angrily rebuking Xia Houming, "Bastard, who are you?"
"Daring to be so audacious and interrupt my good time, do you want to die?"
The woman also hurriedly covered her body with the blanket, her eyes filled with fear.
"You're Duan Wuya, right?" Xia Houming said coldly.
"Indeed, I am Duan Wuya. You know my background, yet you dare to treat me with such an attitude?" Duan Wuya's face grew dark.
"Now that you are Duan Wuya, that's perfect," Xia Houming's gaze turned cold.
UppTodat𝒆d fr𝒐m nô/v/e/lb(i)nc(o)/m
With that said, he moved like lightning and appeared beside Duan Wuya.
"You…" Duan Wuya's expression changed, trying to defend himself.
However, he was still immersed in pleasure moments ago and couldn't react in time.
Хлопнуть!
Xia Houming's fist landed heavily on Duan Wuya's right eye, instantly causing it to swell.
"You bastard, you…" Duan Wuya was furious.
Before he could finish his sentence, Xia Houming struck again, battering Duan Wuya until he was bruised and swollen, in excruciating pain.
In the end, Duan Wuya lay on the ground, barely breathing, his face so swollen that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
"You useless waste! Before you offend someone, open your eyes and see clearly. There are too many people in this world whom you can't afford to offend. Learn your lesson." Xia Houming uttered coldly.
С этими словами он повернулся и ушел.
"Who the hell are you?"
Duan Wuya struggled to get up, feeling helpless and on the verge of tears.
He felt deeply wronged. Why did such a powerful expert suddenly appear and beat him up for no reason?
"Duan Wuya, are you okay?" The female classmate got up and worriedly helped Duan Wuya up from the ground.
"I'm not dead yet, damn it. I'll find out who this person is, and I'll kill him!" Duan Wuya gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
At that moment, another terrifying aura swept in from outside.
Dongfang Wang strode in like a shooting star, his gaze sharp as a bloodthirsty wolf, emanating a strong killing intent.
He locked his eyes on Duan Wuya and uttered coldly, "So, you are Duan Wuya?"
"Who… who are you?" Duan Wuya's heart trembled.
Хлопнуть!
Before he could finish his sentence, Dongfang Wang had already appeared before him like a ghost, and a wave of overwhelming killing intent engulfed him.
In the next moment, Dongfang Wang grabbed Duan Wuya's head, pressing it down on the ground, causing blood to flow from his forehead.
Immediately after, Dongfang Wang unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, beating Duan Wuya until his face was bruised and swollen, his features bloodied, and his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth all bleeding, presenting a pitiful sight.
"Remember, this is the consequence of offending the Divine Doctor Wang. Next time you encounter him, you must bow and apologize to him. Understand?" Dongfang Wang uttered coldly.
Duan Wuya was beaten to the point where he could hardly speak, his expression extremely ugly. With great difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Who… who is Divine Doctor Wang?"
Блин!
He swore that once his injuries healed, he would kill this so-called Divine Doctor Wang.
"Wang Chao, the Divine Doctor Wang!" Dongfang Wang's gaze turned icy as he said, "You do not need to trouble Divine Doctor Wang. My name is Dongfang Wang, a One-Star War God of the Northern Border Army. If you dare, come and challenge me."
After saying that, he kicked Duan Wuya once again and left without looking back.
Duan Wuya spat out another mouthful of blood, clutching his stomach, unable to speak due to the pain.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, filled with hatred as he thought, "Wang Chao, you bastard, so it's you!"
"If someone wants to attack me, I'll kill you!"
"And that person who dares to call himself a One-Star War God, it's an insult to the War Gods. I bear in mind your appearance, and you are as good as dead."
His rage soared, wishing to tear Wang Chao into pieces right now.
After resting for a while and wiping the blood off his face, he endured the pain and stood up unsteadily, staggering out and driving straight to the Canton War Headquarters.
Duan Wuya arrived at his father's office, kicked open the door, and shouted, "Dad, I was beaten by someone pretending to be a War God. You, you must avenge me!"
His father was originally a five-star general in the Northwestern Theater Command but was now stationed at the Canton War Headquarters due to a job transfer.
He wanted to leverage his father's impact and mobilize troops to annihilate Wang Chao!
However, as soon as he entered, he froze.
Han Feng, the Deputy Commander of the Canton War Headquarters, was actually inside his father's office, staring at his father with a grave expression.
And his father was pale with fear, trembling in terror.
