"You're Wang Yu?" the middle-aged man said to Wang Yu.
Wang Yu looked over. It was a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a square face. He had a dignified temperament.
"Yes, I am." Wang Yu nodded. At the same time, he was curious about his identity.
The middle-aged man looked Wang Yu up and down to make sure he was fine. He then looked around and had a rough guess of what had happened.
"Thank you for your hard work!" he said to the crowd.
Wu Haoyan's father patted his chest and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. This is what we should do."
"I'll go deal with the other abyssal magical beasts first," the man said with a nod.
"We're troubling you!"
After the man finished speaking, he jumped onto the back of the black dragon. The black dragon flapped its wings and rose, stirring up a strong wind that carried it to the city where other abyssal magical beasts were wreaking havoc.
