Looking at Long Ang at this moment, without a hint of a Group Leader’s airs, if he hadn’t already known Long Ang’s identity, if he had just learned about him now, he would only consider him an ordinary and open-minded young man. It’s rare for Chu Ge to see someone so open-minded, able to view fame and fortune so lightly. On Long Ang’s face, there was no sign of sadness or dissatisfaction from losing the Group Leader’s status; rather, he lived positively and optimistically. Chu Ge walked to Huo Tianqian’s side and said teasingly, "It seems the two of you have something in common, facing life’s ups and downs quite casually." Huo Tianqian was taken aback, and then recalled barely escaping with his life when he went to Su City alone. Although his arm was crippled back then, his heart remained calm. Though Long Ang’s situation wasn’t as dangerous as his had been, his ability to face the loss of fame and fortune so peacefully was indeed remarkable. After searching the warehouse with no results, only discovering that people from Dragon Group might be involved, Chu Ge took them back. In the car, Chu Ge looked at Long Ang through the rear-view mirror, hesitant to speak. Long Ang noticed that Chu Ge wanted to say something to him and understood what he might say, yet his feelings were complex, indescribable; just thinking about the betrayal from someone he once took pride in within Dragon Group made him uncomfortable. Chu Ge knew that at this moment, it was best to give him time, to let him have a good, quiet moment alone, but there were some things he couldn’t help but want to say. But ultimately, Chu Ge held back, sighed, focusing his gaze ahead, choosing not to think about it further. The car made its way to the Gambling Stone Field; it was eight or nine in the morning, and traffic was a bit congested, making the car move slowly. The three men in the car remained silent, creating a solemn atmosphere. Meanwhile, outside the Gambling Stone Field, traffic surged, and in the small garden opposite, a man in a black kimono stood there, casting a ruthless gaze towards the Gambling Stone Field. "Should we act now?" asked the man next to him, dressed in a black robe, who was an elder of the Black Witch Sect named Hei San. Hei San was growing impatient as he kept glancing towards the Gambling Stone Field, with people going in and out, now the perfect opportunity to strike. The kimono-clad man gently shook his head. "Now is not the time." "Now’s not the time, then when is? Are we supposed to wait for Chu Ge to return before it’s the right time?" Hei San was anxious; with their numbers alone, they were no match for Chu Ge, let alone the presence of a master with the Divine Communication Mirror by Chu Ge’s side. Now was the time to catch Chu Ge off guard, leaving him no time to return and save the Gambling Stone Field. But the kimono man’s true intentions were elsewhere; he stood there, listening to Hei San’s incessant chatter, becoming annoyed as he glared at him. "Have you said enough? The Sect Hierarch sent you to assist me! Everything must go according to my plan!" Upon hearing the kimono man mention the Sect Hierarch, Hei San’s heart sank. He quickly knew when to shut his mouth, standing aside without further comment. His elder position had only been secured following Hei Wugui’s death, a promotion within days. Surging to the elder rank, he didn’t want to jeopardize it over minor affairs. If all he had to do was follow orders, so be it. This mission was about helping the kimono-clad man. For more chapters visit NoveI[F]ire.net Though unclear about his intentions and unable to question them, the thought of confronting Chu Ge filled them with an indescribable zeal. After waiting approximately ten minutes, the kimono man glanced at the time. After calculating the timing, it seemed it was about right. Just then, his phone rang. Answering, Hei San didn’t hear the conversation but saw the kimono man hang up and proceed directly toward the Gambling Stone Field. Hei San was taken aback, instinctively following, asking perplexed, "Where are you heading? Are we starting the operation now? What should we do?" This person was indeed a bit odd, not communicating their plan, executing without consultation, not considering them at all. Since ascending to an elder, Hei San’s disciples treated him with utmost respect; no one dared overlook him, fueling his arrogance, which expanded with each passing day. Now, the kimono man ignored him utterly; initially, he tolerated it, but the man’s actions were excessive. "Do I need to report my actions to you?" The kimono man scornfully snorted, "You just wait here; as for what we’ll do, I’ll speak upon my return!" The man in the kimono finished speaking and walked towards the Gambling Stone Field, but didn’t enter it; instead, he went around to the back. The buildings in front obscured the view, so nothing could be seen of what he was doing. Hei San’s face turned extremely unpleasant. Alone, it was fine, but with so many brothers around, it was humiliating, making it challenging to maintain his standing among them. Sure enough, a soft laughter echoed from behind, prompting Hei San to turn back with a steel-blue face, "What are you laughing at?" The man softly coughed, wisely clipping his laughter while hanging his head in silence. Knowing he wasn’t a match for Hei San, whether in martial prowess or status, but remembering how Hei San was once a mere disciple like him now an elder, surrounded by flattery and sycophancy, he couldn’t help feeling a bit bitter at the scene. Hei San glared at him, recognizing it wasn’t the time for petty disputes. "Alright, you all wait here. I’m going to see what’s to be done." Hei San remarked irritably; standing there all morning, they felt foolish. In this old district, passersby exercising saw them standing there, frequently casting wary glances their way. Worries simmered in his mind: what if someone concerned about them causing trouble preemptively called the police, potentially exposing their position? Hei San pondered this, intending to find the kimono man behind the Gambling Stone Field. But, as he took a few steps forward, he saw the kimono man stride back toward them.