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"This question is too sudden!" Mika Shirosaki exclaimed, blushing.

Wei Yang crashed immediately, with visible steam rising from above her head.

Lin forced herself to remain calm: Boss Weiming is a very good boss.

Takagaki Kaede smiled: "He's a very charming person."

Maoyue looked left and right, muttering to herself: Should I slip away...?

Yang took in the expressions of the others, and his own expression changed naturally.

Alright, it's getting late, everyone go back and get some rest. We have beach activities tomorrow.

Yes…

The five men felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly took their leave.

After walking a distance, Wei Yang suddenly spoke: Um…

Ok?

What do you think Yang Naijie meant by what she just said?

The four remained silent for a moment.

They're probably testing us.

Takagaki Kaede sighed.

Test?

Let's see if we have any improper thoughts about the boss, Weiming.

……

……

Mika Kinosaki suddenly clutched her head, looking terrified.

Oh no! Does she think we actually have feelings for the boss?

Rin shook her head: Probably not.

Aren't Yang Nai and her friends just like that?

The four nodded in deep agreement.

However, they still had one question in their minds that they didn't voice.

So, shouldn't Yang Nai be doing *that* with Boss Wei Ming?

Ok.

How could they possibly bring up such a shameful question?

They exchanged an awkward smile.

Gao Yuanfeng suggested, "It's getting late, let's go and rest."

……

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Chapter 984 Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Flame Haze Warrior VS Crimson World Demon King Ruined Blade! (Seeking monthly votes, reviews, flowers, and favorites!)

The world where Shana lives.

Night fell like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, pressing heavily over the bustling city called "Leviathan".

The dazzling lights of neon did not completely dispel the unease lurking in the shadows.

An ominous fluctuation belonging to the Crimson World.

Just like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it creates subtle yet heart-stirring ripples in every corner of the city.

For the battle-hardened Flame Haze warriors, this fluctuation was like a beacon in the darkness.

A slender yet upright figure stood silently on the edge of a skyscraper.

The night breeze ruffled her long hair, which resembled a burning flame.

Each strand of hair seemed to contain a leaping spark, shimmering with breathtaking beauty in the dim light.

She was wearing a black leather trench coat with red ribbons fluttering in the wind.

Hanging at her waist was a seemingly ordinary katana, yet exuding an ancient and majestic aura—the Nie-dono Shana.

She is Shana.

Flame Haze warriors with fiery hair and burning eyes, whose mission is to hunt down Crimson Lords.

At this moment, her eyes, burning with crimson flames, were as sharp as a hawk's, locked onto a certain point in the city center.

That was the source of that ominous fluctuation.

The location of the Crimson World Demon Lord "Bad Blade" Shabulak.

"Finally found it..."

Shana's voice was cool and clear, carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement and determination.

This is not a reckless impulse, but rather the instinctive lock-on to the prey after countless battles.

She had been searching for Shabulak for a long time.

This organization, "Masquerade," employed by the Crimson World, has assassinations as its main mission. Its hands are stained with the blood of too many innocent beings, making it a target it must eliminate.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shana moved swiftly, leaping off the edge of the high-rise building like an arrow released from a bow.

It was not a fall.

Instead, it used the power of the flames to draw a smooth arc in the air and sped towards its target location.

She left a brief but brilliant trail of fire behind her, like a shooting star.

city ​​centre.

Inside an abandoned, large exhibition hall, a brutal death is unfolding.

Countless "torches" stripped of their power of existence stood silently, like cold sculptures, while at their center, a figure coldly watched.

It was a tall man.

The large man, whose face was covered by a scarf-like cloth, with stiff, long hair and a cloak, had no part of his body exposed and looked lifeless.

He is Shabulak.

Crimson World Demon King "Bad Blade".

He held a sword in his hand.

"Hehe, mission accomplished."

Shabulak's voice was deep and filled with contempt for ordinary life.

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!

With a deafening roar, the heavy metal doors of the exhibition hall were blasted away by an invisible force!

The scorching heatwave instantly swept through the entire space, causing the surrounding "torch" phantoms to sway.

Shabulak turned around abruptly, his fervor replaced by a hint of wariness.

He saw the figure standing at the door.

Flame-red hair, burning eyes, and the aura of a Flame Haze warrior that was completely opposite to his own yet equally powerful.

"What a rare guest..."

Shabrak's voice carried a hint of amusement as he sized up Shana, as if admiring a formidable opponent.

"Shana with the Flame-Haired Burning Eyes, I've heard of you. I never expected you would actually find me."

"Enough with the nonsense, Bad Blade."

Shana's voice was as cold as ice.

Clang!

She slowly drew the sword, Nie Dōnen Zhāna, from her hand; the blade reflected a cold gleam in the dim light.

"Your actions have violated the Flame Haze code."

Today is your last day.

"end?"

Shabulak seemed to have heard a funny joke.

Hahaha!