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Chapter 216: From Now On, I Call the Shots Here

As Yang Haoran's gaze fell upon him, Old Master Wu's heart involuntarily quickened a few beats.

He hadn't fully understood many of the Black-Clothed Man's conversations with Yang Haoran, such as "opening the Heaven Soul" or "opening the Earth Soul. " These concepts were still beyond his current understanding, so he hadn't grasped them entirely.

However, he had heard the Black-Clothed Man's parting words to Yang Haoran loud and clear. The Black-Clothed Man had told Yang Haoran to "handle it cleanly. " Did this mean Yang Haoran was about to make a move against them?

Unlike Old Master Wu, the other two Night Watchers were still immersed in the sorrow of losing their Death God Seal. Beyond this, they cared not a whit about anything else, let alone paying attention to minor details.

Even now that the Black-Clothed Man had left, their minds were still buzzing, unable to shake off their grief and disappointment.

Nevertheless, they had heard the Black-Clothed Man's parting words to Yang Haoran.

Although they had heard it, their interpretation was entirely different from Old Master Wu's, as they hadn't bothered to truly understand the deeper meaning of the phrase.

Old Master Wu believed the Black-Clothed Man's "handle it cleanly" meant eliminating all those who knew the truth, to avoid any negative repercussions for the Underworld Office and the Black-Clothed Man himself.

Yet, these two actually thought the Black-Clothed Man's "handle it cleanly" meant cleaning up the scene, given the bodies sprawled everywhere.

Only a fool would harbor such a thought, and neither of them was a fool. However, their attention had never been focused on that; their minds were entirely preoccupied with the Death God Seal that had been forcibly extracted from their bodies.

Apart from the Death God Seal, their hearts could hold nothing else. How could they possibly think as deeply as Old Master Wu?

It was precisely because of their excessive concern for the Death God Seal that they harbored considerable resentment towards Yang Haoran at this moment.

If Yang Haoran hadn't spoken up, how could the Death God Seal in their bodies have been forcibly extracted?

Not just them, but even Old Master Wu had felt a flicker of dissatisfaction towards Yang Haoran the moment the Death God Seal was forcibly removed.

Earlier, with the Black-Clothed Man present, the three dared not express their displeasure.

Now that the Black-Clothed Man had left, Old Master Wu, aware of the gravity of the situation, still did not reveal his discontent. But the other two were different; not only was their dissatisfaction evident on their faces, but their gazes at Yang Haoran were filled with intense resentment.

In their eyes, Yang Haoran had merely become a Night Watcher a few months before them. Out of respect for his strength, their attitude towards him had been decent. But it was beyond their comprehension that tonight, because of Yang Haoran, they had lost their powers. How could they not feel resentment?

"Yang Haoran, how did we offend you, that you would harm us like this? What good does it do you for us to lose our Death God Seal? " one of them, unable to contain his anger, loudly questioned Yang Haoran.

"Exactly! Even if there was a problem with the Death God Seal, the Emissary of Death is dead! Could the Death God Seal have killed us on its own? Don't you dare say this was all for our own good! " With one person taking the lead, the other also lost his composure and angrily questioned Yang Haoran.

Their attitudes did not alter Yang Haoran's expression; he maintained his smiling demeanor.

It was Old Master Wu, upon hearing their words, whose expression instantly changed. He sternly rebuked the two: "Don't spout nonsense if you don't know! If not for Haoran just now, the three of us would already be dead. Not only do you not show gratitude, but you actually accuse him. Are your brains truly so useless?"

At Old Master Wu's reprimand, the two's faces turned even uglier!

Yang Haoran was one thing; no matter what, he had become a Night Watcher earlier than them, and his strength was indeed superior. But Old Master Wu had joined at the same time as them, which made it difficult for them to accept.

"What right do you have to yell at us? Who do you think you are? " one of them cursed.

His mood was already foul, and Old Master Wu's scolding made it even worse. The anger in his heart naturally erupted fully onto Old Master Wu.

Old Master Wu was a prominent figure in Lecheng, a fact they knew. However, that was only in the world of ordinary people. Now that they were all Night Watchers, they naturally no longer considered Old Master Wu's status important.

In the past, a figure like Old Master Wu was completely beyond their reach; even if they wished to make his acquaintance, it would depend on Old Master Wu's mood.

Yet now, as fellow Night Watchers, the two felt their status was completely equal to Old Master Wu's. Not only did they speak and act without any reservations, but they also occasionally used sarcasm and ridicule in their words, seeking a unique sense of pleasure to satisfy their ridiculous vanity.

Old Master Wu couldn't remember how many years it had been since someone had pointed a finger at his nose and cursed him like this. He grimaced and spoke coldly.

"Now that we no longer have the Death God Seal in our bodies, it means we, having lost our powers, are no longer Night Watchers. We are all ordinary people now. Have you not considered the consequences of speaking to me like this?"

Old Master Wu's words were cold and laced with killing intent. An aura emanated from him, an imposing presence cultivated only by those who have long held high positions.

The two's faces changed abruptly. Old Master Wu's words, filled with intense killing intent, immediately made them realize the reality of their situation. They suddenly woke up, remembering that they had now lost their powers and were just ordinary people. Indeed, with Old Master Wu's standing, dealing with them would not be difficult at all.

Looking at Old Master Wu's grim expression, both felt a chill in their hearts, a sudden coolness spreading through their bodies. They exchanged glances, each seeing the other's face turn pale in that moment.

Yang Haoran paid no mind to the trio's argument.

As for why Old Master Wu suddenly stepped forward to speak on his behalf at this moment, Yang Haoran had his own clear understanding.

While the three argued, he did not say a word. Instead, with a smile on his face, he took one step after another towards the main seat in the hall!

When Old Master Wu's aura completely overwhelmed the other two Night Watchers, the argument ended. The other two cowered, and victory belonged to Old Master Wu, though he felt no joy.

And Yang Haoran, at this very moment, stopped his steps.

The three seemed to sense something, all turning their gaze towards Yang Haoran. As they looked, they saw Yang Haoran, still smiling, slowly take a seat in the main position.

This scene caused the expressions of Old Master Wu and the other two to change simultaneously.

Although they had not been Night Watchers for long, this hall was not their first visit. They knew well who this main seat belonged to, and who was qualified to sit upon it!

But now, Yang Haoran had casually settled into that very seat. What this implied, the other two hadn't quite grasped, but Old Master Wu, however, seemed to have guessed something, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

"Weren't you arguing quite fiercely just now? Why did you suddenly stop? " Yang Haoran asked the three, a smile playing on his lips.

To this question, Old Master Wu wisely chose silence. He felt it was better to keep quiet at this moment.

The other two Night Watchers, however, didn't consider as much as Old Master Wu.

One of them even pointed at Yang Haoran with an incredulous expression, then exclaimed in shock, "Yang Haoran, this is the seat only the Emissary of Death can sit in! As a Night Watcher, how dare you sit there? Are you trying to rebel?"

"Rebel? " Yang Haoran looked amused, then he crossed his legs, his right hand lightly tracing the side of the seat. He smiled and said, "I never thought of rebelling. Don't wrongly accuse me. The reason I dare to sit here is because from this moment on, this seat belongs to me, Yang Haoran. And in this Lecheng Underworld Office, from this moment forward, I call the shots."

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