Hearing Zhang Lang's words, the man and woman were stunned, and then looked at him carefully.
"You know us?"
"We met once." Zhang Lang smiled slightly. In May, he, Su Jie, Cheng Jun and others took a train to travel to Fangzhou Peninsula. On the train, they encountered a reincarnator who had suddenly mutated and was hiding in the toilet. , Zhang Lang planned to deal with it at that time, but was unexpectedly solved by a young man and woman without knowing it.
Afterwards, Zhang Lang asked Wang Defa and got the names of Mu Qing and Mu Zhuo's siblings.
Zhang Lang's strength back then was naturally not comparable to what it is today, but it was far superior to ordinary heroes. The fact that these two siblings were able to perform such complex operations under his nose without leaving any traces showed how clever their methods were.
In fact, Zhang Lang also paid attention to the Broken Sword branch in the East China Sea when he was dealing with it, but he didn't see Mu Qing or Mu Zhuo. It can be seen that these two are not affiliated with the ASEAN branch, and they are not even something that Ning Yi can transfer at will.
These two are most likely senior agents directly under the Broken Sword headquarters!
And their appearance today also confirmed this.
If Ning Yi is looking for him, just contact him directly. Being able to send someone specifically to invite him means that the person who wants to see him has a higher status in the Broken Sword.
"This is because we are blind..." Mu Zhuo scratched his head: "But since you know us, you can save yourself the trouble of introducing yourself and come with us."
"Is he the real talker of Broken Sword?" Zhang Lang looked at the two siblings.
"You'll know when you get there." Mu Qing pushed up his glasses.
"Don't go with them until you make it clear!" Ye Peng slapped the table, and Su Jie on the side also looked wary.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen..." Zhang Lang reassured.
"What do you have to worry about?" Mu Zhuo took the opportunity to drink another glass of wine and chuckled: "Based on what he has done, what else can threaten him in the main world now?"
"Instead of worrying about him, it's better to worry about yourselves. Don't become a weakness and hold him back!"
Zhang Lang glanced at Mu Zhuo: "I have no weaknesses, because those who do have them are dead."
These words made Mu Zhuo shiver. It looked like the sip of wine he just drank was a bit hot on his lips.
After greeting a few people and asking them to continue eating, Zhang Lang followed Mu Qing Mu Zhuo out of the hotel, took the escalator to the lower floor, and arrived in front of a ramen shop.
"We're here." Mu Qing made an inviting gesture.
"Right here?" The distance was a bit beyond Zhang Lang's expectation.
"Are you surprised? We didn't expect it at first." Mu Zhuo said with a smile: "This is the first time I have seen that gentleman. He would go so far just to see someone!"
The three of them entered the ramen shop. What was a bit strange was that the waiter, who was always very enthusiastic towards the customers who came into the shop, seemed not to see the three of them and let them walk to the table at the end. There was a tall man sitting in front of the table. The man with mixed-race facial features was holding a bowl of ramen and eating enthusiastically.
The moment he saw this man, Zhang Lang's eyebrows moved.
Zhang Lang went straight to the table and sat down without Mu Zhuo Muqing's introduction.
The man just finished eating the noodles, wiped his mouth, looked at Zhang Lang and smiled slightly: "Would you like a bowl too? His ramen has a unique flavor."
"You came to me specifically to eat noodles, right?" Zhang Lang looked into the man's eyes: "Zeus!"
When Zhang Lang called out the code name in the altar, the man was not surprised at all: "Although I know I can't hide it from you, I still want to ask, my appearance in reality is completely different from that in the altar. How did you recognize me?"
That's right, the Zeus in the altar has a beard, a face with obvious Western style, rough appearance, and an aura of calm and self-power.
But the Zeus in front of Zhang Lang at this moment has a clean face, and his facial features are both Western three-dimensional and Eastern soft. Although he is tall, he is not as majestic as on the altar. He looks more like an elegant scholar.
"The appearance can be changed, but the aura cannot." Zhang Lang looked into Zeus's eyes: "You in the altar are deliberately releasing your aura to show your majesty. At this moment, you are restraining your aura and making yourself unattractive. Note... But no matter how big or small, the core of the aura remains the same, you are Zeus, no matter how the appearance changes."
"Only this?" Zeus raised his eyebrows.
"With some reasoning." Zhang Lang smiled slightly: "Mu Qing Mu Zhuo, who can't even be used by Ning Yi, can run errands for you. The only big boss of the Broken Sword is the big boss of the largest organization, naturally the Shen clan. The strongest hero!"
"Hahahaha..." Zeus smiled and shook his head: "Very smart, but now, I'm afraid I can no longer bear the title of being the strongest in the Shen clan..."
Zeus looked at Zhang Lang: "I won't beat around the bush, because what you did in the Supernova Competition, now the Shen tribe has declared war on eleven other races... Of course, there are already differences between the major races. It is hostile by default, but in general, it is still a state of melee. But now, because of what you did, other races have united, and we, the Shen tribe, are now at risk of being attacked by a group."
Zhang Lang snorted coldly: "If they want revenge, they can come to me and kill as many as they come!"
Zeus sighed: "I don't doubt your ability, but can you take care of the vast world? And those alien races don't necessarily want to seek revenge from you. As long as they have a suitable reason, they will target the world of the Shen race. Attack again and again."
"You can only go to one world to perform tasks every month. Can you guarantee that the world you go to will be attacked by alien races? Even if you can, if each of the eleven races enters a world belonging to the Shen race, you I can only save one of them, and the remaining ten will probably be destroyed because of you!"
Zeus's words made Zhang Lang frown.
After a moment, he asked: "If I had not participated in the Supernova Competition, would the alien race have missed the opportunity to capture the world of the Shen race?"
Zeus paused and replied: "No, they will take action if they have the opportunity. But at least, the Shen tribe will not be so conspicuous, and the foreign tribe will not consume some more valuable resources specifically to attack the Shen tribe."
"Then what if I just win the Supernova Competition and don't do the final massacre?"
"Um..." Zeus already understood what Zhang Lang wanted to say: "Indeed, the race that wins the Supernova Competition will definitely attract attention, especially the rewards this time are particularly generous, which will make people worry about the rise of the Shen race. But at least , will not attract hatred so much..."
Zhang Lang nodded: "It seems that I did do something inappropriate, which made the already hostile race hate us even more."
Zeus was speechless for a moment. He did exaggerate the impact of Zhang Lang's massacre. In fact, the supernova reward alone was enough to make other races jealous and target the Shen tribe. Zhang Lang's final massacre only added fuel to the fire. But without this spoonful of oil, the fire will still burn.
"I believe you came to me not to accuse me of my crimes, right?" Zhang Lang looked at Zeus: "I admit the trouble I caused. Do you have a way to let me contribute to solving these troubles?"
"Smart man..." Zeus smiled and shook his head: "It seems that what I said before was a bit redundant... I can send you to the forefront of the plane war and let you face the most ferocious alien attacks."
"But the premise is that your altar must have a serious altar owner!"
