The next day.
The camp of the Third Thousand-Man Team.
"Capture them all!"
Tang Zhou led the team, issuing the direct order.
"What's going on?"
"Why are you capturing us?"
"Tang Zhou, what do you mean?"
Within the camp of the Third Thousand-Man Team, an uproar erupted.
Zhang Xin and others looked at Tang Zhou, their eyes filled with anger.
"If Qin Chen doesn't show up, then you can all wait for death."
Tang Zhou smiled coldly.
"Hahahaha!"
Behind Tang Zhou, Yang Zhi let out a maniacal laugh.
"Damn it! Tang Zhou, we're also Blood Continent Guards, you can't just capture us, the Blood Continent Sect won't let you get away with this!"
Zhang Xin roared in anger.
"Heh, you think so? Flying Stone Island is incredibly distant from the Blood Continent Sect."
"Moreover, since none of you even rank as an officer, even if we were to kill you, what of it?"
Tang Zhou scoffed dismissively.
"Let's go!"
