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Chapter 775 - 391: Attending the Meeting Alone_3

Chapter 775: Chapter 391: Attending the Meeting Alone_3

However, he had forgotten his own image; a towering, bearded man boldly examining a petite cat-girl appeared rather creepy to onlookers.

Virgo impassively gave a glance to the lion, swiftly brandishing her signboard, and after a few seconds she flipped it over.

What was shown on the signboard was not text but a rather simple drawing, similar to an emoji. It showed an angry cat-girl pulling at a man’s collar while giving him a slap, and another man who had been slapped so hard his face was swollen and bleeding.

"Uh..." Even the lion was at a loss for words.

Ignoring the lion, Virgo lowered her head to write again and then, raising her signboard, looked at Mu You.

This time it was text: "What’s our next move?"

"Next, the plan is..."

Mu You took a deep breath, detailing the next strategic course of action to everyone.

...

Nearing noon, within the underworld, ten miles north of Dark City was an ancient, desolate castle that stood alone in the wilderness.

Today, the long-abandoned ancient castle was full of life and killing intent.

A thousand werewolves gathered around the castle, lurking in every corner, cautiously scanning their surroundings.

In addition, there were over two hundred werewolves assembled at the castle gate.

All of these werewolves at the gate were players from Blood Dawn, the backbone of their team.

"It’s 11:58 already, there’s no sign of him. Isn’t he going to show up?" One of the werewolves, impatiently pacing around, said while looking at his watch.

"Calm down."

A sunglasses-wearing Caucasian youth shook his head helplessly, picked up his communication device and asked, "How’s it looking, Little Five?"

"No sightings yet..." The responded a boyish voice through the communicator.

Annoyed at the negative response, the Caucasian youth frowned, "Are they seriously going to ditch us?"

"What’s the hurry, it’s not time yet." The bald-headed African man sitting in the center of the room had his arms folded across his chest and a statuesque expression. However, his occasional glances at the clock on the table beside him showed that he was also concerned about the time.

As the tension mounted, the second hand on the clock completed another round.

"This guy is really not coming! It’s too much to make us sit around and wait in this damn cold wind!" The wolf-boy who complained earlier, infuriated at the last half minute on the clock, grumbled, "If he doesn’t show up in half a minute, I’ll..."

"You’ll do what?" The others turned to look at him.

"I will... send him a private message with an earful!" The boy said indignantly.

"Whoa!"

A chorus of boos ensued.

"Huh? They’re here!"

Suddenly, the sound of the boy came through the communicator.

The noise at the site swiftly quietened down. Everyone was stirred and immediately became alert, their bodies tense, as if preparing for a major battle.

Even the Tyrant, who had been closing his eyes and resting, immediately opened his eyes.

"How many of them are there?"

"There is, uh... just one." The boy’s voice on the other end came through with a hint of uncertainty.

"Just one person? Are you sure?" Everyone was taken aback.

"Yes, there are no invisible allies following him, and I don’t detect any other traces from the Blood Clan..."

...

At this moment, several hundred meters from the castle, Mu You emerged alone from the lush woods, walking along the Green Stone path.

"Ghost, Ghost Captain?"

From a short distance away, came a child-like voice.

Mu You turned to look; a human-faced wolf boy was clinging to the trunk of a big tree about ten meters away, his figure concealed in the branches, and he was watching him nervously.

"It’s me."

Mu You nodded his head, subconsciously using his Omniscient Crystal on the boy.

The feedback from the crystal left him surprised.

[Bloodthirsty Belly (20th level unevolved): Strength 46, Agility 66, Intelligence 43, Constitution 62, HP 11200...Current skin: Boiling Blood Wolf.]

"Huh?"

Mu You’s eyes sparkled, a Boiling Blood Wolf!

The skin he had been looking for a long time without any luck had actually presented itself as an opportunity.

"What, what happened?"

The sudden change in Mu You’s eyes gave the boy a sense of danger. He felt his hairs stand on end like an animal being hunted by a predator. The boy was startled, his hand trembled and he almost fell from the tree.

Luckily, the feeling was fleeting.

"Ahem, nothing."

Mu You resisted the urge to make a move, took a breath, and with a smile said to the boy, "So? Did you run all this way just to greet me?"

"Ah, no..."

The boy scratched his head, blushing as he said, "Sorry, because I need to get in close contact to confirm that there are no other vampires hiding in your backpack..."

The boy was quite honest, which was not surprising to Mu You. The skin of the Boiling Blood Wolf was especially sensitive, enabling it to sniff out the Blood Clan’s presence even if they were hidden in a backpack.

"So have you confirmed it yet?"

"Yes," the boy answered.

"Rest assured, I came alone. On the other hand, you guys really went all-out for this meetup, you think highly of me!" Mu You sneered at the group of werewolves gathered around the castle entrance.

"..."

The boy was embarrassed, both parties had made preparations to bring all hands on deck for a public showdown. Who would have thought someone would choose to come solo...

Going solo, does he intend a single combat between the leaders? That’s unusual for the underworld...

The boy was unsure how to continue the conversation and so stayed silent, silently leading Mu You towards the castle.

In a short while, the two arrived in front of the castle.

The large group of eager werewolves that had already been itching for action were left puzzled at the sight of the lone figure approaching: under these circumstances, should they fight or not?

At this point, the leader of the group of werewolves, the Tyrant, made no unusual moves. He stood and said to Mu You, "Although you’re a bit late, it’s still acceptable."

"So, do you have the map?" The Tyrant looked at Mu You’s hand as he spoke.

"Of course."

Mu You took out a tied-up pouch from his bag and shook it towards the Tyrant, "It’s all in here... and yours?"

The Tyrant looked at someone behind him, and that person instantly handed over a piece of the map.

The Tyrant gave it a quick look, the arrow on the map fragment indeed pointed towards Mu You’s direction. He nodded, and then looked towards another person.

This person was clearly an NPC. After standing dumbfounded for a few seconds, three pieces of map appeared out of thin air in his hands.

However, when the three pieces appeared, the werewolves frowned in unison.

The Tyrant immediately turned to Mu You, his eyes scanning the pouch in Mu You’s hand, "You said that the map fragments are in your bag, but they aren’t all there, are they?"

If all the fragments were already on-site, then the prompt for the Sky City entrance should have been activated.

"Well, it seems you only brought out four pieces," Mu You pointed out. Blood Dawn had five pieces, yet only four were presented here.

"Yes, but I can guarantee that another piece is nearby and not hidden, so there must be an issue on your end!" The Tyrant said.

"If that’s the case, let’s put all the pieces out and wait for a bit," Mu You suggested, removing a chair from his backpack and casually sitting across them.

"Wait for what?" The werewolves on the opposite side looked confused.

"The last fragment is actually with someone else who hasn’t logged in yet, but it should be soon," Mu You looked at the time as he spoke.