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"What the f*ck is that?!" Zhou Long slammed his fist onto the table, his eyes blazing with anger, his formerly friendly demeanor nowhere to be seen.
In front of him stood five men, all of whom had won previous contests. "But sir," the leader spoke up, wearing a displeased expression on his face, "he's a necromancer. If we let him touch us, we'll die."
"Then die!" Zhou Long roared back, his expression unmistakably furious. "I said you can kill the others, but do not touch the white-haired boy! We received a message from headquarters saying he's divine! He's what a great general needs!"
The more Zhou Long thought about it, the angrier he became. His plan had been perfect. He had ordered the organization to kill some of Yan Xiaobao's companions, but the elemental flames would severely injure the one person he was supposed to protect.
