Capítulo 61: Chapter 61
Chapter 61: It Can't Be Such a Coincidence, Right?
After dinner, Zhao Ling and his group stepped out of the restaurant and were met with a chaotic scene on the streets. People ran about frantically, their eyes scanning every corner like radars.
It was clear they were all searching for Yu Xiaogang, eager to claim the 100 gold soul coin reward.
Zhao Ling smirked slightly. 'I wonder where that guy is hiding now. Given his odd demeanor, someone should recognize him soon enough.'
Despite the lively search, Zhao Ling and the Spirit Hall group were uninterested in the matter. They weren't short on money and had no desire to waste time looking for Yu Xiaogang.
"Let's head back to the hotel," Zhao Ling suggested, earning nods of agreement from the group.
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Liu Erlong lingered behind, watching as Zhao Ling and the others walked off. She hesitated.
'Should I follow them or find a separate place to stay?'
After a moment of deliberation, she decided to follow them. Staying close seemed like the best way to keep tabs on Zhao Ling.
When she arrived at the same hotel, however, the front desk informed her that all the rooms were fully booked. Liu Erlong sighed in frustration.
'I guess I'll have to stay nearby,' she thought.
After some searching, she found a smaller, less impressive hotel next door. Once she completed the check-in process, a staff member escorted her to Room 312 on the third floor.
As she reached the door, Liu Erlong noticed a peculiar man exiting the adjacent room. His head was wrapped in clothes, and he clung to the wall with one hand, clutching his waist with the other while groaning, "Ouch, ouch."
The man's strange behavior caught her attention. When he noticed her gaze, he hurriedly adjusted the makeshift wrapping on his head and slipped back into his room, slamming the door shut.
Liu Erlong frowned. 'What's with this guy? Why would someone wrap their head like that? Is he hiding something?'
The thought of her cousin Yu Xiaogang flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
'No way. It can't be such a coincidence. There's no chance that the man everyone is searching for just happens to be staying in the room next to mine.'
Shaking her head, she pushed the thought aside and entered her room, ready to rest for a while before exploring Soto City.
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In the room next door, Yu Xiaogang pressed his ear against the door, listening intently. When he heard Liu Erlong's door close, he let out a breath of relief.
Leaning heavily on the wall, he shuffled to the bed. His body ached with every movement, and he grimaced as he lay down.
Although the Great Fighting Soul Arena had provided some treatment for his injuries, his broken ribs and damaged kidneys were far from healed. Escaping the arena had taken its toll, leaving him unable to flee far.
Yu Xiaogang had checked into the nearby hotel out of desperation. He knew the search for him would reach this area eventually, but he hoped to stay unnoticed long enough for his carriage to arrive that evening.
Once night fell, the driver he'd arranged would take him to a remote village to recuperate.
'My elder brother won't stay in Soto City forever,' he thought, smirking through the pain. 'Once he leaves, I'll come back. I won't let Zhao Ling or anyone else steal what's mine.'
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Meanwhile, in Spirit City, a white dove flew into the grand Pope's Palace, its wings fluttering against the still air.
Ghost Douluo stepped forward, capturing the bird with practiced ease. He removed the message tied to its leg and respectfully handed it to Qian Xunji, who sat atop the Pope's throne.
The Pope unfolded the letter, his expression darkening as he read its contents. His brows furrowed, and a cold gleam appeared in his eyes.
"Your Holiness?" Ghost Douluo ventured cautiously. "What does Elder Yue Guan say?"
Qian Xunji remained silent for a moment before passing the note to Ghost Douluo.
"The letter mentions a man known as Demon Suppression Douluo," Qian Xunji said in a low tone. "Dong'er seems… interested in him. Yue Guan claims this man's strength is unfathomable and advises us to recruit him if possible."
Ghost Douluo's eyes widened as he read the letter. "Three Titled Douluos? Is he truly so formidable that even Yue Guan believes we need that many to subdue him?"
Qian Xunji nodded gravely. "Yue Guan is not one to exaggerate. If he says that Demon Suppression Douluo requires such force, we must take his words seriously."
He stood from his throne, pacing slowly as he considered the situation.
"For now, we cannot act rashly. If we send four Titled Douluos and fail, it would be a disaster. Worse, if this man retaliates and kills our people, we'll have made a dangerous enemy."
After a pause, Qian Xunji turned to Ghost Douluo.
"Draft a letter to Yue Guan immediately. Instruct him to avoid unnecessary confrontation. Instead, he should bring this Demon Suppression Douluo to Spirit City. I will assess him myself."
Ghost Douluo nodded, disappearing into the shadows to carry out the order.
Left alone, Qian Xunji's expression darkened further. He muttered under his breath, "Demon Suppression Douluo… you'd better impress me. If you're unworthy of Dong'er, I'll make you regret ever stepping into this world."
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