"Yes, what do you want to teach me?"

Xia Hongyao had no intention to show any respect to Dudek, an established Dragon-level tycoon.

This isn’t because she’s arrogant due to Xia Hongmian’s fame, but because that’s just her personality.

She felt Dudek, bringing along a cannon fodder choir, wasn’t a good person, so he was not worth respecting.

Dudek didn’t speak, adjusted his glasses, seriously scrutinized Xia Hongyao, then seemed to recall something and shook his head, turning his gaze to Lin Baici.

"Are you the Haijing god of forest?"

Judging by his confident demeanor, this should be right, but the girl beside him was also unfazed facing him.

Interesting!

It seems that the newcomers from Kyushu are of high quality.

"I am Lin Baici!"

Lin Baici remained composed; he who has eaten Gods would never grovel before Dudek!

Even if Dudek were the oldest and strongest God Hunter, it wouldn’t be possible.

"Outstanding!"

Dudek spoke Kyushu language flawlessly, praised briefly, then lowered his head to continue reading: "Recently, the Qin Palace Divine Ruins have become active again, be extra cautious."

Having said that, Dudek lost interest in conversation.

The three of them exited the tent.

"That old guy has an elegant demeanor, very noble, but it’s a pity you can’t judge a book by its cover!"

Xia Hongyao remarked.

Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu were equally speechless; with such a loud voice, even mere mortals could hear, let alone a Dragon-level tycoon.

"Let’s go meet the witch!"

Xia Hongyao took the lead.

In the entire outpost camp, besides Dudek, there was another witch, Melissa, also from the Sky God Club, and a Dragon-level powerhouse.

But this time, Xia Hongyao and the others went in vain.

Melissa wasn’t in the camp.

When asked where Melissa went, her servants only had three words, no idea.

Xia Hongyao wasn’t in a hurry, she waited patiently, not believing the witch wouldn’t return.

But after waiting for three days, she didn’t see Melissa, but welcomed Wang Helin.

"Elder He, why are you here?"

Xia Hongyao saw three infantry fighting vehicles rolling into the camp, quickly ran out from the office.

This convoy indicated someone’s arrival; Xia Hongyao didn’t expect an elderly gentleman in a Zhongshan suit to step out.

"I was feeling bored, so I came to see if anything’s the matter."

The elderly man laughed heartily.

He was the Prime Minister in the Huge Dragon Soul Group.

Xia Hongmian certainly wasn’t unreliable, she knew her sister’s capabilities, even with Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu accompanying, she was still uneasy, leveraging personal connections to call Wang Helin over.

He once served as the Minister of the Guangdong Capital Security Bureau, but later retired due to old age and being affected by God’s Bones contamination, which he never fully recovered from.

Having him assist Xia Hongyao in managing a less than a thousand people outpost camp was more than adequate.

Bam!

The car door of the rear infantry fighting vehicle was kicked open, a middle-aged man jumped out.

"Red Medicine, is Haijing god of forest here?"

The man surveyed the surroundings: "I’ve always wanted to have hotpot with him, but you never gave me a chance!"

"Immortal?"

Xia Hongyao was surprised: "Why did you come?"

This middle-aged man with a melon-seed face and thick eyebrows was the Hotpot Fairy in the group.

It was said he once ate hotpot continuously for a month, without getting tired.

"Guess?"

Hotpot Fairy chuckled: "Didn’t you claim to be a great detective?"

Xia Hongyao was cleverly perceptive despite her intelligence level; the situation was evidently clear: "My sister sent you, didn’t she?"

"Damn, she doesn’t trust me?"

Xia Hongyao, frustrated and indifferent to her image, started swearing.

"It’s fine she thinks I’m unfit, but I have Little Lin... uh, Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu with me!"

Xia Hongyao was displeased.

Wang Helin responded with a smile, Tang Jianqiu, the Hotpot Fairy, however, spoke a fair word for Xia Hongmian: "You’re her cherished sister, how could she not care about you?"

Xia Hongyao pouted, still unhappy.

"Don’t worry, all camp affairs are under your command, we, Little Tang and I, will just observe and not intervene!"

Wang Helin surveyed the camp, also keen on meeting the Haijing god of forest.

Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu were chatting; seeing Xia Hongyao converse with the elderly man and middle-aged man with apparent camaraderie, they quickly came forward too.

"Little Linzi, Little Qiu Qiu, come, let me introduce you!"

Xia Hongyao beckoned: "These are the Prime Minister and Hotpot Fairy, both seniors who’ve supported me greatly."

"..."

Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu were a bit taken aback.

Is this how to introduce others?

How should we greet them?

Can’t possibly call them Prime Minister and Immortal, right?

Lin Baici wasn’t as socially adept as Gu Qingqiu, who grew up with such exposure.

Gu Qingqiu didn’t display any awkwardness at the somewhat quirky titles, but greeted seriously, using polite honorifics: "Elder He, Brother Immortal!"

"Miss Gu, you’re too kind. In my early years, I’ve met your father at Hong Kong Island!"

Wang Helin praised: "If you don’t mind, you may call me Uncle Wang!"

Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu were considered Xia Hongyao’s right-hand partners, so their information had long been known among Huge Dragon Soul Group friends.

"Uncle Wang!"

Gu Qingqiu displayed the poise of a lady, without any trace of the wild demeanor from God’s ruins.

"Although I wish a beauty would call me brother, considering our age difference, I should be your uncle!"

The Hotpot Fairy wasn’t much focused on Gu Qingqiu, he was more interested in Lin Baici.