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"You brat! Who gave you permission to open the jar?!"

Seeing that Zhang Kuo had opened a jar of Monkey Head Spirit Wine, Zhang Baichuan looked distressed, walked over, and tapped Zhang Kuo's head hard.

The spirit wine is expensive; once this jar of wine is opened, it's likely that tens of thousands of dollars will have been wasted.

"Uncle, I'm just checking to see if it's real or fake first, aren't I?"

Zhang Kuo chuckled, and as Zhang Baichuan's nephew, he could only shrink back somewhat dejectedly.

"Alright, alright, now that it's open, everyone should have a drink and try it."

"But don't get drunk, after all, we still have important business to attend to."

Huang Wentao smiled and smoothed things over.

Then, each of them picked up a small cup and scooped out some wine.

Without hesitation, Ye Chu scooped up a cup and poured it directly into his mouth.

The moment that slightly reddish nectar entered my throat, I felt a fiery, spicy sensation rush straight to my head.

The "Bone Tempering and Body Refining Technique" operated on its own, further refining the bones in both arms.

The previous injuries had already mostly healed, and after just one sip of the spiritual wine, there was no more discomfort.

"It truly is a treasure of heaven and earth, but unfortunately, apart from the tiger demon, no one in the world knows the method of brewing it."

Ye Chu couldn't help but sigh.

"Wow! This is indeed fine wine!"

Zhang Baichuan, who had initially looked distressed, was now smacking his lips, savoring the moment.

Then, Zhang Baichuan turned around and looked at Zhang Kuo, and sighed.

"Zhang Kuo, your father died early, and I have always treated you as my own son."

"It's a pity that you, like your uncle, lack the necessary talent. If you have any hope of becoming a third-tier martial artist in this lifetime..."

"Uncle, I'll risk my reputation to get you this jar of spirit wine."

"It's just a waste of this fine wine now."

Zhang Kuo, however, was cheerful and not troubled by this. Instead, he smiled and said...

"Uncle, don't say that. Drinking such expensive wine makes life worthwhile."

"You~"

Zhang Baichuan smiled helplessly, looking at the boy who was about the same height as him, his eyes showing more relief than anything else.

He secretly felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"Brother, look at your son, he looks just like you."

"Alright, leave these jars of wine for now. Come back and collect them after you've completed the task."

Huang Wentao smiled helplessly and continued.

"If only we had a storage ring."

"Storage rings are things only important people can have. The captain is starting to overthink things again."

Zhang Kuo chuckled.

Ye Chu was taken aback, then remembered the storage ring on his finger.

It was sent by Wu Hongdao.

"Gentlemen, I happen to have a storage ring. If you trust me, why don't you leave it with me for now?"

Ye Chu spoke up.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Wild Wolf Squad were all stunned, as they had never expected that Ye Chu would possess such a thing.

Even the most basic storage ring costs millions on the market.

"Of course, Brother Ye Chu, don't feel awkward. Since the captain is taking you on this mission."

"Then we'll work together seamlessly and trust you completely!"

Zhang Baichuan said.

Huang Wentao and the others then smiled and nodded.

Without further hesitation, Ye Chu channeled his thoughts and stored all twelve jars of Monkey Head Spirit Wine in his storage ring.

"Alright, let's continue our search for Wood Tiger."

Zhang Baichuan stood up voluntarily.

After all, if his nephew had opened a jar of spirit wine, or if it were another martial arts team, the captain would probably have been furious long ago.

Thanks to Huang Wentao's good personality, but others' kindness is a favor. From now on, I need to work even harder in the team.

Just as Zhang Baichuan walked to the stone gate, preparing to turn sideways and go out.

In the blink of an eye!

A powerful tiger claw, like lightning shattering the silence, suddenly emerged from the narrow crack in the door, its force sharp and precise, seizing Zhang Baichuan's head.

Immediately following was a warm and pungent liquid, like long-suppressed anger suddenly bursting forth and splashing wildly.

It casts an ominous hue over the surrounding murals that silently tell ancient secrets.

Upon seeing this, everyone was shocked and their faces turned ashen.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the sound of each other's rapid and heavy breathing echoing in the dim space.

And through the crack in the door, a pair of eyes gleamed with golden light, cold and profound.

Like the gaze of an ancient deity, piercing through the dust of time, it stared intently at everyone present, revealing an undeniable majesty and terror.

"Uncle!"

Zhang Kuo was the first to react, letting out an almost heart-wrenching roar.

"Damn beast!"

Huang Wentao roared and slashed at the tiger's arm with his broadsword.

Mu Hu let out a heavy snort, loosened his grip on the tiger claws, and threw Zhang Baichuan to the spot.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps echoed as the wooden tiger fled backward at an incredible speed.

Ye Chu quickly walked to Zhang Baichuan's side and checked Zhang Baichuan's injuries.

Zhang Baichuan's breath was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, and blood gushed from his seven orifices, staining his clothes red.

The skull was horrifyingly shattered into several pieces, a truly shocking sight.

Upon seeing this, Huang Wentao's expression turned solemn. Without hesitation, he waved his hand, releasing the willow tree, which transformed into the agile vine.

Liu Shushu gently yet resolutely wrapped her arms around Zhang Baichuan's shattered head, attempting to use the power of nature to alleviate the tragedy.

However, although the vines could soothe the pain, they could not ultimately reverse the life and death; the severity of the injury was beyond human control.

"Uncle Zhang! Uncle Zhang!"

Zhang Kuo's shouts tore through the air, and he staggered forward, only to fall to the ground.

She crawled desperately to Zhang Baichuan's side, her hands trembling as she tried to touch his wounds but dared not. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, blurring her vision.

"Uncle, you promised me you would never abandon me!"

Zhang Kuo's voice was filled with despair and pleading. He held Zhang Baichuan's cold hand tightly, as if he could hold onto the dying embers of life.

"No...don't leave me, you can't just leave like this..."

A choked moan escaped Zhang Kuo's throat, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart, filled with despair and pain.

At this moment, Zhang Baichuan's female soldier also returned to human form, kneeling beside Zhang Baichuan with a face full of sorrow.

"Zhang Kuo, you'll have to walk this path yourself..."

After uttering his last words, Zhang Baichuan lost all hope.

"uncle!"

Zhang Kuo's eyes were almost reddened by an uncontrollable rage, as if flames were burning in his eye sockets.

He clenched his teeth, each bite accompanied by a subtle yet firm sound between his bones.

When he suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes held nothing but intense hatred.

"Sister Wan, please help me!"

His deep voice carried an undeniable resolve, each word carrying immense weight, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Zhang Kuo's body suddenly trembled, as if he had been completely ignited by the flames of revenge.

At this moment, the muscular, imposing woman beside him also looked solemn. She gritted her teeth and nodded, instantly transforming into a sharp battle axe, which landed steadily on Zhang Kuo's broad shoulder.

"Zhang Kuo, calm down! Don't act impulsively!"

Huang Wentao's voice was tinged with anxiety and helplessness. He strode forward and tried to grab Zhang Kuo's sleeve, but it was too late.

Zhang Kuo's heart was consumed by the flames of revenge, and the gates of reason had long since collapsed. He was like a raging beast, ignoring all advice.

In an instant, his figure shot out like an arrow, passing through the narrow door crack and heading straight for the direction in which the wooden tiger had retreated.

"not good!"

Huang Wentao felt a wave of dizziness. Zhang Baichuan, his old friend of many years, was now dead, and he was naturally saddened.

"Ye Chu, Ye Chu! You're quick on your feet!"

"Help me catch up with him! Mu Hu is a third-tier great demon; Zhang Kuo is no match for him!"

"We'll catch up immediately! Then we'll fight the enemy together!"

Ye Chu nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Immediately, he picked up the White Dragon Spear and chased after them outside.