Divine Doctor's Harem

This man exuded a majestic aura, and his whole body was filled with a substantial, overwhelming killing intent.

As he approached, the ground immediately frosted over, sending a bone-chilling sensation through the area.

"One of the ten war gods of the Crimson Flame Corps, Chi Long?" Zhang Long saw this man, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His heart raced with anxiety.

Chi Long was renowned on the foreign battlefield, known for his decisive killings. He had once taken on a hundred enemies at once and slain over twenty war god-level experts.

In the last ten years, Chi Long's power had surged, rumored to have reached the level of a Great King.

Zhang Long was merely a war god-level expert. Facing someone like Chi Long could only lead to a disastrous outcome.

"So, you know me," Chi Long continued to glare at Zhang Long. "Since you recognize me, it makes things easier."

"You two have underestimated our Crimson Flame Corps. You should kneel down and apologize to our Crimson Flame Corps."

"Otherwise, be prepared for the consequences!"

Zhang Long heard this and a look of fear passed through his eyes. He was extremely anxious.

This was a Great King-level expert, after all.

If they faced someone as ferocious as Chi Long, the consequences would be dire.

"Brother Long, these two are my friends," Atreus quickly acted as a mediator, standing between Wang Chao and Chi Long.

"Get lost!" Chi Long said coldly.

"Brother Long, they are really my friends, we..." Atreus tried to explain.

But before he could finish speaking, Chi Long had already slapped him in the face.

Atreus was stunned.

He had never expected Chi Long to attack him.

"I don't care who they are to you. They've already offended the interests of our Crimson Flame Corps and damaged our reputation."

Chi Long's gaze was cold as he stared at Zhang Long and Wang Chao, enunciating each word, "I'll give you ten seconds to kneel down and apologize!"

Zhang Long opened his mouth to say something, but Chi Long's glare left him frozen, and he couldn't utter a word.

Chi Long's gaze was too terrifying, even for someone like Zhang Long, a war god-level expert.

Wang Chao took a drag from his cigarette, flicked the ashes, and exhaled a puff of smoke toward Chi Long. He said calmly, "What if we don't apologize?"

"Death!" Chi Long replied icily.

"Then you'd better start counting," Wang Chao said.

Chi Long's eyes grew even colder.

From Wang Chao's response, it was clear that neither he nor Zhang Long had any intention of apologizing.

"All right, since you're asking for death, don't blame me," Chi Long said. "Atreus, you start the countdown."

"Brother Long, I..." Atreus looked extremely conflicted.

On one side was his immediate superior, on the other was his friend. Stuck in the middle, it was a lose-lose situation for him.

"Start the countdown," Chi Long barked.

Atreus was helpless and did not dare offend his brutal superior, Chi Long. He began to count, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Chi Long remained silent, his gaze on Wang Chao growing increasingly fierce with a thickening aura of death.

He saw it clearly; between Wang Chao and Zhang Long, it was Wang Chao who had the final say. If they could get rid of Wang Chao, Zhang Long would no longer be a concern.

If Wang Chao refused to apologize, Chi Long would have no choice but to take action and eliminate him. Otherwise, the Crimson Flame Corps would lose all face.

He stared at Wang Chao, attempting to gauge his intentions.

However, as a Great King-level expert with formidable strength, even after observing Wang Chao for a while, he could not uncover Wang Chao's true abilities. He found it impossible to discern his strengths and weaknesses.

When their eyes locked for a moment, he felt his heart shudder, unable to grasp Wang Chao's true nature. It was as if he was confronting a legendary, monstrous dragon, sending shivers down his spine.

This feeling furrowed his brow.

"Six, five, four, three..." Atreus continued his countdown.

Seeing that Wang Chao showed no intention of apologizing, the countdown slowed down. The numbers 'two' and 'one' were delayed.

"Arteus!" Chi Long angrily scolded.

Atreus had an unpleasant expression, and he quickly said, "Brother Long, Wei Meng is really a good friend of mine. He once saved my life."

"They haven't spoken ill of our Chi Long Corps. I beg you to give me face and let this matter go." Atreus implored, "You say, what? Continue counting for me."

"What are you saying? Continue counting for me!" Chi Long turned angrily to stare at Atreus.

"Brother Long, I'm begging you."

Atreus knelt down, his expression deeply sincere as he pleaded, "They're truly my friends, my saviors. I beg you to give me face and let this matter go, okay?"

"Brother, I'm truly begging you."

He was caught between his superior and a friend who had once saved his life. If they really fought, it would not be good for him no matter who lost. After thinking it over, kneeling and begging for mercy was his only way out.

As long as Chi Long did not pursue it further, it was the best resolution.

Chi Long stared at Wang Chao for over ten seconds, then at Atreus for another five seconds. His eyes struggled for a long time before he clenched his teeth and made a decision. He kicked Atreus five meters away, sending him crashing into the corridor.

He stared coldly at Atreus and scolded, "Atreus, consider it me giving you face this time. I won't pursue this matter with your friend."

"But listen carefully, my Crimson Flame Corps isn't unreasonable. I'll give you three minutes to say goodbye to your old friend."

"After three minutes, you and this person will have no connection anymore."

"If I catch you meeting in secret again, you'll face the consequences!"

After that, he gave Wang Chao another cold glance and turned to leave.

He exchanged a few glances with Wang Chao and realized that he could not control Wang Chao at all. If a fight broke out, he might not be able to hold onto Wang Chao, which would be a fulfill embarrassment.

Instead of that, he decided to take the easy way out and give Atreus some face.

Atreus breathed a sigh of relief, now completely relieved. He lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, his heart almost bursting from his chest. After spending so long in the Crimson Flame Corps, he was well aware of Chi Long's power and brutality. Once Chi Long flew into a rage, not even several oxen could stop him. Furthermore, Chi Long's strength was extraordinarily overpowering, an absolute Great King-level expert. Wang Chao was no match for him.

To protect Wang Chao, this was the only option!

Wang Chao watched Chi Long's departing figure with a faint smile and flicked some ashes from his cigarette. "This kid knows what's good for him."

Atreus wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and uttered to Wang Chao, "Brother Wei Meng, this is the last time I'll help you."

"If you ever meet my superior again, you better not challenge him head-on."

"Otherwise, you'll be the one at a disadvantage."

After speaking, he patted Wang Chao's shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Chao looked at Atreus with a complex expression and said, "Brother, if you still desire to maintain our brotherly relationship, I suggest you make the smart move, leave the Crimson Flame Corps, and join the right side."