Chapter 62: There Is a Reason He Gets to Be the Boss; He Truly Looks Out for His Brothers!

Outside the dimensional rift, beneath the dim sky, Tiezhiyi, a noble of the Purple-Horned Demon clan, sat drinking opposite Old Wang.

The physical appearance of the Purple-Horned Demon clan differed significantly from that of the One-Horned Demon clan, and high-ranking Purple-Horned Demons were entirely distinct from low-ranking ones.

Ordinary Purple-Horned Demons possessed neither surnames nor given names, whereas high-ranking Purple-Horned Demons held their own full names.

The one sitting opposite Old Wang was Tiezhiyi, where "Tiezhi" served as his surname and "Yi" as his given name. Though somewhat clumsy when pronounced in the alien tongue, if translated into the language of the Great Zhou Empire, it would sound akin to names like "Li Dayong" or "Li Dabenshi."

Had it been any other Purple-Horned Demon noble, such heavy losses among their subordinates would have long since provoked thunderous rage. Yet Tiezhiyi remained entirely composed, laughing and chatting without a trace of anger on his face.

Beside Old Wang, Zhou Meiting could not suppress her curiosity, stealing glances at Tiezhiyi from time to time.

Unlike the slovenly and hideous appearance of the low-tier Purple-Horned Demons, Tiezhiyi's form was nearly indistinguishable from that of a human.

The sole difference lay in his pair of pupils, which shimmered with an eerie purple light.

Not only were this high-ranking Purple-Horned Demon's facial features handsome, but his bearing was also remarkably distinguished.

Yet, the mere thought that someone so handsome had also evolved from those low-level Purple-Horned Demons still sent a chill running down the back of Zhou Meiting's spine.

Tiezhiyi took a sip of wine and asked with a smile, "Master Old Wang, your divination arts are truly miraculous. Tell me, would it be better for me to reinforce my troops now, or should I quit while I'm ahead?"

Upon hearing this, Old Wang mused for a moment beneath his wide hood, then replied in a hoarse voice, "Quit while you're ahead, my lord. With me serving you, we can completely afford to advance steadily and snowball our advantage step by step."

The primary reason Old Wang had managed to survive until now, wedged tightly between the human race and the alien races, was his extreme prudence and high regard for his own life.

Logically speaking, he could easily have urged Tiezhiyi to dispatch more Purple-Horned Demons, exhausting Lin Yao and his companions to death through sheer numbers. But he chose not to do so.

After all, by this point, certain beast tamers had undoubtedly escaped the pocket dimension to summon reinforcements.

If those individuals returned with powerful figures from Northwind City to reinforce the area, Tiezhiyi's side would undoubtedly suffer catastrophic losses, and he, Old Wang, would inevitably be dragged down with them.

Hearing Old Wang's analysis, Tiezhiyi nodded.

Then, glancing at Zhou Meiting, he asked Old Wang with a smile, "By the way, my subordinates captured a few pretty female beast tamers, as well as a beast-kin woman. Shall I have them sent over for your enjoyment?"

Hearing this, Old Wang's eyes instantly lit up as he let out a lewd chuckle, "Hehehe... Send them over, send them all over!"

Tiezhiyi chuckled along, "Master Old Wang, should you have similar desires in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. As long as our Tiezhi Clan secures benefits, we will never forget your share."

Old Wang nodded repeatedly to pledge his loyalty, "Without Lord Tiezhi, there would be nothing of what I am today, Old Wang. I shall certainly do everything in my power to serve Lord Tiezhi!"

In truth, Old Wang had uttered almost identical words when he originally defected to Qin Tanlang's faction.

Yet the moment he sensed that Qin Tanlang's side was finished, he had greased his heels and fled without the slightest hesitation.

By the same token, should the Tiezhi Clan ever falter in the future, he would undoubtedly make his escape well in advance, never intending to go down with anyone.

As for the women and beast-kin bestowed upon him by Tiezhiyi, he would naturally sample them for himself first.

Once he grew tired of them, he would select a few corrupted beast tamers to share the spoils, rewarding these women to them so those wretches would sell their lives in his service.

Meanwhile, Qin Tanlang was leading his remaining subordinates in disarray as they fled deep into the danger zone.

The mess he had stirred up this time was simply too vast; he had no choice but to hide within the danger zone for a while to let the storm blow over.

Once temporarily safe, Qin Tanlang wasted no time. He retrieved a camping tent from his spatial ring, grabbed Su Xue'er—the girlfriend of Zhao Wuji—by the collar, and dragged her inside.

Before long, Black Bear and the others outside the tent heard Qin Tanlang's beast-like roars echoing from within, accompanied by Su Xue'er's shrill, escalating screams of agony.

Hearing this from outside the tent, Black Bear felt an unbearable itch in his heart. Finally, he licked his lips and spoke slyly to the other two men nearby, "Limping Guy, Scholar, you two keep watch here. I'm going to go find some fun of my own!"

Qin Tanlang's forces had originally numbered nearly eighty individuals, but now, between those who had died and those who had fled, only a dozen or so remained. Among them, Black Bear, Limping Guy, and White Scholar were considered top-tier elites.

At Black Bear's words, Limping Guy merely curled his lip, too lazy to respond.

He knew what Black Bear was up to, but couldn't be bothered to care.

White Scholar, however, smiled sinisterly, "Heh, Black Bear, out in this desolate wilderness, where on earth do you expect to find a woman? If all else fails, you could always go try your luck with Qin Lei and ask if she's willing to keep you company for a good time."

The Qin Lei mentioned by White Scholar was also a notable figure within Qin Tanlang's group.

Strictly speaking, she was not only Qin Tanlang's half-sister, possessing formidable strength, but her mind was also somewhat unhinged.

Every single man who had ever engaged in relations with her had, without exception, been dissected by her.

Therefore, even with his lust burning fiercely, Black Bear absolutely dared not provoke such a little madwoman.

Not to mention that Qin Lei was followed by a dozen loyal subordinates who obeyed both Qin Tanlang and her.

Should he truly anger Qin Lei, Black Bear feared he would be hacked into pieces before he even managed to find any pleasure.

Hearing this, Black Bear could only let out a helpless sigh, "That girl Qin Lei is actually quite nice, but... Sigh! She's so pretty and has such a great figure—what a pity, what a pity!"

Before his voice had even faded, a flirtatious and charming chuckle drifted over from nearby, "You don't need to pity me on my account. If you're willing to let me dissect and study you, feel free to come play with me however you like tonight~"

Qin Lei's words frightened Black Bear into immediately snapping his mouth shut.

He understood the reality clearly: Qin Tanlang was a madman, while his younger sister was a female madman of an even higher order.

Right now, Qin Lei was smiling as gently as a spring breeze, but who could say whether the next second she wouldn't suddenly fly into a murderous rage, just like a psychotic episode?

While Black Bear stood there awkwardly, fortunately, Qin Tanlang emerged from the tent shortly afterward. He patted Black Bear on the shoulder and laughed, "Go on, head inside and properly 'comfort' that bitch belonging to Zhao Wuji. Remember, be gentle with Su Xue'er; who knows, I might just return her completely unharmed to that little bastard Zhao Wuji another day."

Upon hearing this, Black Bear's eyes lit up instantly, his spirits soaring as he nodded gratefully toward Qin Tanlang.

At that moment, he finally understood.

It was not without reason that Qin Tanlang, despite being only slightly stronger than him, could still hold absolute sway over him and the other subordinates.

More often than not, even Black Bear himself felt a genuine sense of heartfelt gratitude toward this boss of his.

After Black Bear eagerly scuttled into the tent, Qin Tanlang patted the shoulders of Limping Guy and White Scholar as well, laughing heartily, "The two of you get a share too! Don't say your boss doesn't look out for his brothers."

He paused, glancing sideways toward where Qin Lei stood, and grinned hideously, "As for my little sister... Once I manage to capture that bastard Zhao Wuji another day, I'll let you cut him to pieces yourself for your research. That scoundrel nearly twisted my head right off my shoulders just for some used-up piece of trash!"

As Qin Tanlang cursed angrily, he could not resist reaching out to touch the gruesome, unhealed scar still resting on his neck, a lingering sense of terror washing over him.

Thanks to the timely use of a healing potion, the fatal wound on his neck had already closed, yet it left behind a shocking and terrifying scar.

Because he had slept with Zhao Wuji's woman, Zhao Wuji had suddenly turned hostile during their previous flight, nearly severing Qin Tanlang's head with a single blade.

The incident still filled Qin Tanlang with lingering dread, driving him to become increasingly cruel and deranged.

He had already made up his mind to thoroughly "entertain" Su Xue'er every single day from now on, and to record the entire process.

When Zhao Wuji finally fell into his hands, he would make Zhao Wuji watch the wonderful performance between him and Su Xue'er with his own eyes!