Treasure-hunting: Into the Unknown

"In fact, I, too, am curious about your true identity. I know you are not this person in front of me. Although you have changed your look flawlessly using the Thousand-Face Mask, a real disguise expert can still notice some mistakes." Logan wanted to get things straight.

"My true identity doesn't really matter to you, does it? The most important thing is that we share the same goal now, which is to destroy the Xiao Clan. So let's cooperate." Zachary tried to deflect Logan's attention away from his identity.

"As I told you, you're not my man, so I don't trust you. I want you to join the Xiao Clan, and that's all! I don't care what you want and I won't help you. You will have to attain your goal on your own." Logan took a stand.

"I can't count on you. But I know there will never be enmity between us because we are very alike." Zachary smiled in confidence, waved his hand at Logan and vanished.

Just as he disappeared, a beautiful figure appeared next to Logan.

"Logan, your strategy is very dangerous. If he has other thoughts, I'm afraid that our previous efforts will be in vain," Lilian remarked with knitted eyebrows.

"This young man seems to be smarter and more ambitious than we imagined. If he really works for us, it won't be a bad thing. Moreover, to deal with the Xiao Clan, which has a strong foundation, it indeed needs a force that can turn the whole clan upside down. Perhaps he is the force that I need. But at present, we can only wait and watch. We can't make a decision until he joins the Xiao Clan, but we still need to investigate his identity. I feel that his hidden identity might be more interesting than we expected." Logan smiled gleefully.

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Jimmy didn't expect Zachary to return. When he was about to call Zachary by his name, the latter signaled to him to stop with his eyes.

"Yeah, I am bored as I have nothing to do. Let's fight," Zachary provoked them with a mischievous smile.

The disciples looked at each other in disgust as if there was a cockroach in their midst. They immediately surrounded Zachary. A fierce fight was impending. However, just as they were about to attack, Zachary suddenly vanished on the spot.

Crack!

A disciple's arm was broken with a nasty snap.

"Aahhhh! My bloody arm!" He held his arm and rolled on the ground, his face ashen.

Before the other disciples could react, their hands and feet were twisted in a painful manner, and their miserable screams echoed in the air as they crumpled to the ground in a pathetic heap.

"Who! Who the hell are you?" one of the disciples cried. The pain was so agonizing that he was sweating.

"You don't even recognize me. I am the new Imperial Level warrior. I think you'd better go back to the Shura College, or you will lose your lives because of your ignorance!" Zachary said scornfully.