A sense of decadent coldness enveloped his entire body.
Just then, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Xiao Zheng indifferently unlocked his phone.
"Brother Xiao, I've found some leads on the whereabouts of the Golden Bone," an excited and arrogant voice came through the phone.
"Oh?" Xiao Zheng's eyebrows raised slightly, and his gaze suddenly sharpened, "Let's hear it."
"As far as I know, the Golden Bone has appeared in a prison on the outskirts of Zhonghai City. The prison was built in the 1980s, housing some fugitive death-row inmates; it's a very dark place. According to the investigation, the Golden Bone had fallen into the hands of someone called the Eight-faced Buddha," the man on the phone said excitedly, rubbing his hands together, eager to speak: "Brother Xiao, ever since you left, the prairie has been too dull, and I'm finally up for some real action. It's been so long since I've tasted blood—when can we make our move?"
"Is the information confirmed?" Xiao Zheng asked, his voice emotionless.
"Confirmed, just waiting for your word, Brother Xiao. It's been a long time since I, Long Qie, have tasted the thrill of blood," the man said with a deep and eager voice.
Xiao Zheng couldn't help but smile wryly.
This fellow, known as the King of the Prairie for his iron fists that smashed across the African savannahs, was so excited at the prospect of a fight. If the dark forces knew, he wondered what they would think.
"Alright, come over in the next few days. But I must remind you seriously, once you're in Huaxia, restrain your temper. You can disregard any country, but in Huaxia, keep a low profile for Laozi's sake; don't get targeted by some special departments, or else you'll be in big trouble."
"Haha, don't worry, Brother Xiao. Huaxia is known as a graveyard for assassins; I'll keep it reined in. Oh, and there's something else I need to report to you—the European Wolf King has come to Huaxia looking for you."
"It's said that he's seeking revenge for his brother," Long Qie added.
"The Wolf King?" Xiao Zheng took a drag from his cigarette, and let out a wry, helpless chuckle, "So, it's Bi Shihua, the big brother of the Little Black Wolf I killed last year?"
"Yes, the European Wolf King, Bi Shihua. He's very powerful; even I might not be able to beat him!" Long Qie's voice was heavy.
"Keep an eye on his movements. Since he's here, I, Xiao Zheng, shall meet this European Wolf King," he said with a trace of madness flickering in his dark pupils.
"By the way, Brother Xiao, how's your health? Any recent flare-ups?" Long Qie's voice was laden with concern and a touch of stubbornness, "Brother Xiao, as long as we gather all the Golden Bones, I'm sure your condition will improve!"
At the mention of his illness, a trace of desolation appeared in Xiao Zheng's eyes.
He chuckled bitterly, "Not dead yet. But death no longer holds any fear for me."
…
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Zheng fell into silence.
His primary purpose for returning home this time wasn't to carry out a mission; it was a quest for life extension.
Years ago, after inheriting the dark power of the Evil God, his body couldn't withstand the strength. Most of his body's tissues suffered severe damage, and the Golden Bones he sought were the source of healing his physique. Only by finding the Golden Bones could his body be repaired.
But the Golden Bones were incredibly elusive. After years of searching, he had found only a hand bone so far...
There are 206 pieces of Golden Bone altogether, and it is said that if one gathers all 206 pieces, a miraculous power will emerge, undeterred by life or death!
He pulled a withered, yellow hand bone from his pocket, his mouth curving into a bitter smile.
The uncrowned king of North Africa, the Evil God, who established the North Africa's largest group—the Sky Net Organization, now troubled about life extension... it was indeed lamentable.
In the fierce battle for this piece of hand bone, he even leveled Europe's Dark Prison from the outer sixteen wards to the Dark Eighteen-story Dead Prison, all for this single Golden Bone!
Looking at the garage with a resigned expression, Xiao Zheng sighed, "If I can't collect all the Golden Bones, who knows how much longer I can live?"
The desolate figure gradually disappeared into the underground garage.
......
At 9:30 PM, in Zhonghai City's Dynasty Bar.
With the rise of metallic music, the bar was exceptionally lively. Here, you could forget the day's worries, swing to the rhythm of the alcohol and music, and revel in the fast-paced beat.
During the day, you might be a loser in the professional world, facing hardships at the bottom, or suffering ridicule and cold looks. But in this city that never sleeps, enveloped in night, all the displeasures and frustrations of the day could be freely indulged away.
No matter your status or wealth, even if you possess billions, here, as long as you have money, you are part of this wild rumpus.
Sitting in a dark corner, Xiao Zheng was thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere. For him, no matter the glory he had once possessed, at this moment, he just wanted to live a little more indulgently.