In Qin Xianhe's eyes, Jiang Guangrong's little actions were the marks of a thief. Qin Xianhe confirmed the answer in his heart again. After a while, Qin Xianhe's aura rose, and he straightened his waist.

Jiang Guangrong frowned slightly and tentatively asked: "The two of us? Is the principal referring to him?"

Qin Xian slapped Jiang Guangrong on the head, angrily saying: "Who else could I be talking about besides her?"

Jiang Guangrong was suddenly enlightened after Qin Xianhe confirmed it: "The principal mentioned matters between the two of us. Do you know the principal? I don't have to worry!"

Qin Xianhe slammed the table again: "Nonsense, who do you think I am? Do you think you can hide from me? I've told you, if my four brothers find out about this, he won't let you go!"

"Haha..." Jiang Guangrong laughed awkwardly. He heard Qin Zheng mentioned that the senior Qin family members seemed to be very powerful people. Although he couldn't recall who the Qin family elders were, Qin Xianhe meant Qin Duanyang's father. Thinking about it, Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but mumble, he and Qin Duanyang seemed to be victims? Qin Duanyang nearly committed suicide with his fist for no reason. It's normal to ask for some "medical expenses." Why should I listen to Qin Xianhe? If the seniors of the Qin family knew about it, isn't it the same as Qin Duanyang beating him and extorting from him? Are these big family people so domineering?

Jiang Guangrong thought for a bit, then hesitantly said: "Do you value me so much just because of this principle?"

Qin Xianhe got even angrier. Wasn't he concerned about matters involving the young master of the Qin State?

Qin Xianhe raised his right hand again. Jiang Guangrong bent his neck and tilted his head to meet Qin Xianhe's slap. However, Qin Xian was not knocked down.

Jiang Guangrong suddenly said with a bit of envy: "With a principal like him as your elder, how blessed you are!"

Qin Xianhe glared at Jiang Guangrong: "Don't you know I have no children, so I've always treated her as my own child? If you die in the suicide squad, I think I'll be the second uncle who has no face to see her!"

"Hey… no face to see him? Jiang Guangrong looked at Qin Xianhe with a strange expression. Doesn't Qin Duanyang owe him anything? If I die in the suicide squad, Qin Duanyang's debt to him would automatically be cleared. Saying 'I have no face to see him' seems a bit much. Do these big families keep promises? When he dies, his promises can't be fulfilled. Qin Duanyang will live his life with a guilty conscience. Then there's Qin Xianhe.

Jiang Guangrong returned from Qin Xianhe's office feeling very satisfied. In order not to lose money, Qin Xianhe actually proposed doing this kind of business. Actually, after entering the suicide squad, Jiang Guangrong considered offering Qin Duanyang conditions to ensure his own safety. But Jiang Guangrong was unsure if Qin Duanyang could achieve this. After all, the god of the barracks wasn't Qin Duanyang, but Qin Xianhe.

Because it was late, Jiang Guangrong specially took a detour back to his dormitory.

After walking for a few minutes, Jiang Guangrong seemed to hear someone talking up ahead.

Jiang Guangrong muttered to himself: "As Wei Xinyang said, the place where most people die in the suicide camp is this little grove. Isn't it haunted at this late hour?"

But Jiang Guangrong didn't believe in ghosts. The only possibility was that there was someone ahead speaking about something. It's so late. Speaking in such a remote place, isn't it suspiciously secretive? Talking about some ugly things?

Thinking about this, Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but feel a secret curiosity about the past.

The moonlight was bright tonight. Jiang Guangrong discovered that the two people talking were Nangong Ying and Tian Jue.

In Jiang Guangrong's memory, Nangong Ying was an arrogant person, but wherever Nangong Ying went, he was always followed by a group of people. This time, it's so late, and he's here meeting Tian Jue alone. Do they have a big connection?

Jiang Guangrong widened his eyes looking at Tian Jue. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: In the morning, Tian Jue showed goodwill to me, saying she had just been hired, and Nangong was here to protect Nangong's shadow. It's just a cover-up!

But their conversation proved Jiang Guangrong's idea wrong!

Tian Jue asked softly: "Nangong, you're so young. Why did you call me to this haunted place at such a late hour? It is said this is the place where most people dare to die in the camp. The Yin Qi here is extremely heavy and haunted. Basically, everyone passing through here is crazy."

Jiang Guangrong almost sneezed and also greeted in his heart.

The shadow of Nangong smiled bitterly and said: "A few less people make it easier to talk!"

"I can't think of anything to discuss with you!" Tian Jue replied mercilessly.

"To tell you the truth!" I let you in not to protect me!"

"I know! You have many good people around you. There won't be any accidents in the camp. If your goal is merely survival, learning, and graduating, having them is sufficient. There are not many more people than me and not fewer than me."

"Pharaoh Tutankhamun..." Nangong's shadow couldn't help but laugh, "Lady Tian, being too smart isn't a good thing for women!"

Tian Jue ignored Nangong Ying's mockery and continued to ask: "So, is this time you're calling me for your real purpose?"

Nangong Ying nodded seriously: "I don't know if you have heard of the treasure in the 'suicide camp'!"

"Treasure?" Tian Jue was initially confused, then thought for a moment, "Are you talking about the Divine Dragon Order?"

"Yes!"

"Your purpose in entering the 'suicide camp' is for the Holy Dragon Order? Nangong Ying, you're also a smart person. You should know the secret of the Divine Dragon Association is just a legend, right? The major team in the Northwest Region has researched the Divine Dragon Sect for decades, but have made no progress. If the Holy Dragon Association had any secrets, wouldn't the army have discovered them long ago? Is it worth entering such a dangerous place for this elusive legend? Tian Jue asked puzzledly.

Nangong Ying angrily punched the big tree next to him, saying: "Of course, I know the secret of the Dragon Order is just a legend. I am unwilling to enter the suicide camp for such a ghost! But what can I do? Others only see the identity of the female heir of the Black Dragon Gang's boss, but how many people know this old guy's character? This despondent old man also has his own son. I have two younger brothers who died at his father's hands. This time, it's said to be the last recruitment for the suicide squad. The old man called me over to go to the 'suicide camp' to steal the Holy Dragon Order as usual. I know if my task fails, I can only be stripped of the successor status of the Lord! Unfortunately, my son will be killed by him! Facing such a cold-blooded and ruthless old muddlehead, what can I do?"

Tian Jue was speechless.

"So I specially invited this old guy to join my death camp. I also know you. You are only interested in the task. You absolutely have no interest in stealing the Divine Dragon Order to fight against the major team of Xia Country. Therefore, I have to tie up your sister, so I hope you can promise me to steal the Dragon Saint Order for me!"

Tian Jue sneered: "I hope I can."

Tian Jue obviously didn't recognize these two people, but from their accent, he also heard that they weren't Xia people. Tian Jue's right hand tightly gripped the broadsword, asking vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The man smiled without feeling displeased at Tian Jue's rudeness: "Lady Tian, don't get excited. I am Miyamoto Shigeru. The name behind me is Miyamoto Keiko."

Miyamoto pointed to the woman behind him.

Jiang Guangrong was stunned. Listening to this guy named Miyamoto Zhengyi. Were Miyamoto Zhengyi and Miyamoto Keiko from the Eastern Country? In recent years, the international relations and underground relations between the two countries have been full of contradictions. How dare these two guys sneak into the Death Camp without worrying about being discovered by the military and dying? Is it the courage of an art expert, or ignorance of superior heaven and earth?