The Prodigal Son of the Empire

The village is now operated and all facilities are complete.

Wang Kang came here because the group of people he ordered Yuan Yan to train intensively had already taken shape.

This group of people was selected from all Tianluo tribes through competition, selection, elimination and other mechanisms.

In addition, Yuan Yan personally trained killer skills, and also received special training from Li Qingman.

Among them, the worst in martial arts is also a third-rate master, proficient in assassination, lurking, etc...

Moreover, they are all equipped with new equipment designed by Wang Kang and made of fine steel, which can be said to be complete killing machines.

Each one is the best of the best.

Of course, there are not many such people, and there are only 92 people.

But now there are only 89 left.

Because when the blasting mission was carried out before, it was the three selected from among them, two of whom were killed and one injured.

Yuan Yan invited Wang Kang to come to review and name the team himself.

When Wang Kang arrived, Yuan Yan had gathered them in an open space.

"Big Chief!"

Seeing Wang Kang's arrival, all these people saluted in unison, knelt down on one knee, in uniform.

Wang Kang was not surprised, because when training them, he had already instilled a unified thought in them.

This is a kind of brainwashing training.

This is also the effect Wang Kang wanted, to become his deadpool!

"Get up!" Wang Kang said in a deep voice.

Then everyone got up, and they lined up in a neat line, all dressed in black, standing here with an imposing manner.

Gives a strong sense of oppression.

"Master Kang, some of these are my original subordinates, and some are some gangsters gathered,"

Yuan Yan explained on the side: "Most of them are third-rate masters, and there are also a few second-rate masters."

Wang Kang understands that this is a classification of martial arts practitioners.

No stream, third rate, second rate, first rate.

On top of this, is the Grandmaster!

Martial arts are superb, able to establish a sect, each of such characters has a great reputation, and everyone must treat them with caution.

And Wang Kang can't even be counted as inferior, because he doesn't have any foundation in martial arts.

Like Li Qingman, Li Yuyao is above the first class, below the master, a martial arts master in between.

To be able to reach such a level at this age is a person with outstanding talent...

Thoughts flashed away, Wang Kang looked at the neat 89 people in front of him, and he was also very satisfied.

At this time, Yuan Yan said again: "They have 89 people in total, divided into nine teams, and nine of them form a team!"

"There is also a captain in it."

"Oh? Who is the captain?" Wang Kang became interested.

"Dagger Fu, come out!" Yuan Yan called out a name to the front.

Hearing this name, Wang Kang was slightly taken aback, but the name was a bit of a mouthful.

Following Yuan Yan's voice, a person walked out from the black team.

This man was also dressed in black,

But one can find his difference at a glance, not to say that he is different, but that among so many people, he looks slightly different.

Because, he doesn't look like a killer at all, or like a warrior.

Because he is too ordinary, with a common face, an ordinary figure, and an ordinary height. I am afraid that no one will pay attention to this kind of person in the crowd.

But it was just like this that made Wang Kang's face terrified, killer, this is the real killer!

No trace, hidden from the public.

Without anyone noticing, give someone a fatal blow.

And he can't feel any traits of a martial arts practitioner.

People who practice martial arts more or less have a special temperament, similar to a kind of Qi.

Killer, too.

After killing many people, the body will naturally be contaminated with this kind of energy.

Li Qingman is the descendant of the Taiyi Sect, a first-class master, but she does not show the slightest aura in normal times, this is a kind of back-to-basics state.

And this dagger should be like this, because it is impossible for Yuan Yan to choose an ordinary person as the captain.

"Subordinate dagger attached, met the big boss!"

While Wang Kang was thinking, this person came to him.

"Master Kang, don't look at him like this, in fact..." Yuan Yan explained from the side, fearing that Wang Kang might misunderstand.

"Needless to say," Wang Kang waved his hand and said, "This is the real master."

Yuan Yan was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Wang Kang to understand.

He introduced again: "Dagger Fu, I belonged to the same assassin organization before, and he is a second-rate master in martial arts. In terms of assassin, it can be said that he is somewhat better than me."

"Then why..." Wang Kang asked again, he only spoke half of what he said, but he knew that they all understood what it meant.

This time it was useless, Yuan Yan said, Dagger directly said in a deep voice: "Master Kang, I am from Yangzhou City, to be precise, I am from the western suburbs of Yangzhou City!"

"From the western suburbs?"

Wang Kang somewhat understood that not all the rich people lived in Yangzhou City, the western suburbs were the slums, the residential areas of tenant farmers.

At this time, Dagger Fu continued: "My father is a tenant farmer, and our family is a tenant farmer. We have been oppressed by the landlord. My father and mother were murdered to death for offending the landlord!"