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With a smile on his face, Qian Jin walked to Hayen Brianna who collapsed on the floor in a heap. She had been exhausted by this drawn-out war. Seeing Qian Jin, the man wasn’t boyish anymore, the girl felt a sense of security. She then felt the perspiration, followed by loss of consciousness.

Bhang Wusheng frowned at Hayen Brianna then said to Qian Jin, "She trusts you."

"It was because of you..." Qian Jin picked up the insensible girl and answered, "You said I am of value! Otherwise, she dared not pass out."

Bhang Wusheng smiled faintly. He had heard too many flattering words that he had already been immune to it. Sometimes he even felt sick! But when it came out from the earnest young man, he was very much delighted.

"Boy, you have proved your value and I can let them both..."

"Wait a minute!" Bhang Wusheng was interrupted. It was Zence Matten!

Everybody was looked to the Zence prince, and Bhang Wusheng laughing and clapping in delight. For a long time in the Frontier, there had been no one dared to defy his words, not to mention to interrupt him.

Today, there were two ordinary warriors that had done this.

"I am a descendant of Emperor Zence Dragon." Staring at Bhang Wusheng, Zence Matten said, "I can also be a bandit to prove my value! I can also fight these men if I need to prove myself!"

Shocked by these words, the bandits, who had just got away from the battleground, all looked at Zence Matten. Under this circumstance, he should have jumped with a secret kind of pleasure. What happened to this royal child?

In a second, the proud face regained its usual smile. He rocked the Magic Conductor, which blew some air to whip through his hair. If he received Qian Jin’s help, he would lose face altogether and could never again hold up his head.

As a descendant of Emperor Zence Dragon, he couldn’t let this happen to him!

Bhang Wusheng measured Zence Matten from head to toe and said in a tut of ridicule, "A bandit prince, huh? That’s new!"

"What’s the big deal? Isn’t the Bandit King an Unkillable King Bloodline Demon Warrior? Why can’t a prince be a bandit? I owe and I payback. Simple as that!"

Bhang Wusheng gazed at Zence Matten for a moment and nodded in consent. "Young man, I heard that you are very smart and you are one of the heirs to the throne. But you are not cruel enough that you can’t force yourself to kill your brother. I saw how sad you were when I told you about that letter."

Hearing that, Zence Matten’s heart wrenched again. In silence, he stared at Bhang Wusheng with a gloomy face. His brother was another reason why he didn’t want to go back home. If the throne was really so important, he would rather give it up than to fight against his own brother. He wasn’t interested in it.

The throne? Zence Matten suddenly found out that it meant nothing to him. He only wanted it because people kept telling him that he should be the emperor. But compared to a blood brother, to kill, it wasn’t worth a penny.

Bhang Wusheng gently nodded. "Though you are not wild and ruthless enough, stay if you insist. But I’ll give you a heads-up. If you can’t temper yourself into a wolf, you will still be killed by Zence Changkong the minute you go back home. But once you make it, you’ll be his strongest rival!"

"Wolf?" Zence Matten humphed with a disdainful face. "I am a descendant of Emperor Zence Fragon. How can a dragon reduce itself to a wolf?"

Making no comments at that absurd question, Bhang Wusheng gave an indifferent smile. With both hands behind his back, he turned to the captured Black Wind members.

"Wusheng King, they are with us. They have defied their leaders and they all refused to go to the Demons."

"I believe I have made it very clear..." Waving his hand impatiently, said Bhang Wusheng: "I don’t need wolves that can’t even defeat dogs!"

"Wait!"

It was Qian Jin again! Bhang Wusheng turned to him. The appreciation in his eyes was finally replaced by dissatisfaction and wroth. How dare he resist his order again and again?

"I know most of them!"

"So what?" Exasperated by Qian Jin, Bhang Wusheng asked. "You have the same haughtiness of the wolf, but why can’t you be more ruthless?"

"They have saved my life." Taking a deep breath, Qian Jin continued: "I know it is a fool to keep bothering you. But would a wolf stand by with folded arms if its savors and friends are about to be beheaded?"

Bhang Wusheng looked at Qian Jin blankly. This young man was very smart and desirable, but sometimes he was just too obstinate! He knew it would piss the king off...

Forget it! Bhang Wusheng made a sigh. He had also gone against the orders of Demon King and his family leader when he was still a hot-blooded male. That was just what a young man would do. That was exactly the reason why he liked Qian Jin! He saw himself in this kid!

"I can spare them..." Qian Jin breathed a sigh of relief while Bhang Wusheng suddenly said in a cold tone. "As long as you stay here for five years and you must make it to the position of one of the ten leaders in my group! If you fail, I will kill you and them!"

The tone was cold enough to freeze the air but Qian Jin didn’t seem frightened at all! Interesting! Bhang Wusheng was surprised and happy again.

"Five years..." Qian Jin slowly nodded. "Deal! I will do it!"

"Good! Set them free, the ones who refused to be a dog of the demons!" Waving his hand, ordered Bhang Wusheng, "Pack up your things. We are leaving this place."

While everybody was busy with their packing, Ferdinando approached Qian Jin who had Hayen Brianna in his arms. He checked the girl with a concerned face and but finally said with a sigh, "Take good of her."

"Boy, what is your name?" Te Jofy moved his round body to Qian Jin and on his face, there was a happy smile. "Welcome to our bandit group."

"Thank you. My name is Qian Jin!"

"Qian Jin, how did you get that strength?" Te Jofy looked at Qian Jin with great curiosity. "I have been practicing, but why can’t I be as strong as you?"

Looking at the man into his eyes, Qian Jin found that they were shining like a star in the sky! Most importantly, the man was sincere!

"It was very hard!" Thinking about Blake, Qian Jin forced a wry smile. It was not hard! It was brutal!

"Was that so?" Te Jofy smiled at Qian Jin. "I admire your brute force and I think you are the best choice for my Close-range Fighting Technique! I’ll show you when we are back to the headquarters. You can learn it if you like."

"What did you say?"

Qian Jin seriously doubted whether he had heard Te Jofy correctly. Shouldn’t a fighting technique be something confidential? Even in a war academy, the students could only access to it when meeting its requirements.

One would only hand down his or her training scrolls and techniques to the loved ones.

"I’ll show you my fighting technique." Te Jofy said to Qian Jin who was searching Feng Linacis’s body. "Wusheng King has two pretty sharp eyes, and I like you, too! Especially when you bargained with our boss, trying to save others, I like you more!"

Holding the training scroll of Feng Linacis he needed in hand, Qian Jin turned around and looked at Te Jofy dumbfoundedly. He seriously believed that he had joined a special group on campus instead of a bandit group.

Shouldn’t the bandits be devils who killed without batting an eye as they were rumored to be? But this Te Jofy...

"Are you trying to say we bandits always kill without blinking?" Te Jofy patted Qian Jin on his back and continued, "You can go and check it out on the Human-Demon Battlefront? Have they shown any mercy? They long to kill all of their opponents!"

"Do not tell me they are doing that for their race or country." Te Jofy commented with a disdainful tone. "That’s the excuse of those in authority to dominate the world. You have seen that in our group, there are humans, demons, and barbarians. We have lived well and happy! Different races can get along with each other!"

Zence Matten retorted with a sneer, "Come on! There weren’t two countries in the past and humans were enslaved by the Demons! If not for Emperor Zence Dragon, the Demons would have prevailed! And you would have been grilled into meatballs!"

"Well, Emperor Zence Dragon was the hero of that generation." Te Jofy gasped in admiration while putting his thumb up. "But the times are different. He would think in another way if he were here, seeing the years of fighting."

Zence Matten was somewhat surprised by this bandit. He spoke so highly of Emperor Zence Dragon!

"In another way?" Qian Jin gently shook his head. "How? Can you endure watching your families and friends being killed by the Demons?"

Hearing this, Zence Matten nodded in approval. The war on the Human-Demon Battlefront was no longer between the rulers. Lives had been killed and families had been lost.

The grudge and hatred had been piled up into a deep sea!

If now the rulers of the land said they would stop fighting and establish a close connection with their neighbor, the nation would definitely go on a riot before the order was spread.

Without fighting, how could they take the revenge for their families? If you were afraid to die, we would get another emperor!

Well, one could imagine how thrilled some of the royal families would be to hear about this! It would be a perfect opportunity to usurp the throne.