The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Looking at the girl lying dead on the ground, Zhang Yu's heart was suddenly filled with inexplicable melancholy. He took out his phone and made a call, asking them to take care of the situation, otherwise, a dead person here would likely cause a lot of trouble.

Deep within a certain mountain, inside a magnificent palace, a person wearing a golden mask was sitting on a chair, with five people standing below him. This masked person with the golden mask was none other than the Master of Tianfu.

Of these five people, four were also wearing masks of various shapes. One of the elders was not wearing a mask. If Zhang Yu were to see this elder at this moment, he would be greatly surprised. Because this elder was none other than the Old Master of the Zhu family, Zhu Shentong. However, the atmosphere in the room at this moment seemed very solemn.

"What exactly is going on?" The masked person suddenly slammed his hand down, and the surrounding air currents seemed to tremble restlessly under the influence of this golden-masked person.

The five people below all lowered their heads respectfully. Even Zhu Shentong, the patriarch of the Zhu family, didn't dare to breathe loudly, seemingly extremely fearful of the person on the platform.

"What are you all doing? None of the tasks I assigned have been completed, and we've lost many subordinates. What do I need you for?" The golden-masked person sitting on the platform seemed extremely dissatisfied with their performance at this moment.

"Master, it is my subordinates' incompetence," the four masked men below said, lowering their heads.

These four masked men were the Killing God, Death God, Ghost King, and Demon King of Tianfu.

"Zhu Shentong, what's going on with your Zhu family? Twenty years of management destroyed in one fell swoop. You need to give me a reasonable explanation." The Master of Tianfu's voice was extremely cold.

"Master, according to my people's investigation, this should be related to one person," Zhu Shentong said to the Master, lowering his head.

The mysterious person wearing the golden mask fixed his gaze on Zhu Shentong's face. After a moment, he said faintly, "How you do it is your business. What I want now is results."

"Yes! Master, I understand," Zhu Shentong replied respectfully, and then fell silent.

Then, the person wearing the golden mask turned his gaze to another masked person's face and said coldly, "Demon King, I asked you to send people into Xiamen University to find the Master of Xuanqi. How far along are you with that?"

Although the Master of Tianfu didn't make any movements, just these words alone made the Demon King feel an invisible shackle around his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But he didn't dare to resist at all. Facing this super terrifying Master, if even a trace of a different thought arose in his mind, he would probably be reduced to ashes under the Master's great wrath.

"Master, spare me, Master, spare me..."

The Demon King gradually felt his vitality disappearing. Just in the last moment, he felt the surrounding pressure loosen, and his breathing suddenly became smooth again. He looked at the Tianfu Master sitting steadily on the platform with fear, and prostrated himself on the ground, saying respectfully, "Master, please give me another chance! I will definitely complete the task you have given me."