“Don't be so impatient, little brother!”
Huang Dabao’s face, which already resembled a shar-pei with all its wrinkles, was even more contorted now.
No wonder that dog basket cult leader didn't come over.
“Didn’t little brother say he wanted to treat older sister to a meal?” The other party winked at Huang Dabao.
Huang Dabao looked at the way her nostril hair poked her philtrum and thought, how could I have an appetite for this?
But to complete the task Fang Xin had assigned, “Waiter, we’re ready to order!”
The waiter handed over the menu, and Huang Dabao, ever the gentleman, let her order.
Xiong Mao Jie covered her mouth and giggled delicately, “Little brother is such a gentleman! I’ll have a portion of braised rock fish, paper-thin beef slices, Dongpo pork, steamed river fish, pickled chili chicken feet, silver fish omelet, pearl meatballs with preserved vegetables, lobster in superior broth, blanched geoduck, colorful cold duck shreds, double-skin milk, and a bowl of rice.”
The waiter looked at the long list of dishes. “Ma’am, are you sure? The two of you might not be able to finish all this?”
“Two people?” Xiong Mao Jie paused, then slapped her forehead. “Oh, I only ordered for myself. Little brother, order whatever you want!”
Both the waiter and Huang Dabao were stunned.
“Sir… what would you like to order?”
Huang Dabao forced a smile. “Just bring me one of your specialty dishes!”
“And a bottle of red wine! It’s our first time meeting, little brother, how can we not have wine!” Xiong Mao Jie winked at Huang Dabao. “It’s easier to get things done after a drink, little brother!”
Huang Dabao froze. This wasn't in the script! Fang Xin hadn't told him he had to sacrifice himself!
The waiter seemed to have overheard something, and his gaze towards Huang Dabao was filled with solemn respect.
Huang Dabao cleared his throat. “Older sister, can you tell me now?”
Unexpectedly, Xiong Mao Jie lifted her foot and rubbed it against Huang Dabao. “Is little brother really that impatient?”
Huang Dabao’s muscles tensed, and his hair stood on end.
But to complete the mission, he still maintained a smile. “Older sister, isn’t this what we came for?”
“Don’t you have any other thoughts? What? Is older sister’s beauty not enough to move you? Am I not beautiful?”
Huang Dabao’s mouth twitched. “Beautiful!”
Xiong Mao Jie rested her chin on her hand, looking at Huang Dabao. “Can you tell older sister why you always ask such strange questions?”
“Curiosity! Older sister, what kind of existences are the Seven Kings exactly?”
This time, Xiong Mao Jie didn't continue to tease Huang Dabao. “Legend has it that when a civilization is on the verge of collapse, when people’s morality decays, and their moral bottom line is constantly trampled upon, the Seven Kings will be born. They will toll the death knell for a civilization, and after the chaos, they will reshape civilization.”
Huang Dabao listened, dumbfounded, not interrupting Xiong Mao Jie.
Xiong Mao Jie continued, “I think you should know that much of current history is deliberately concealed, and some history has even been altered by those in power, so many truths are hidden. This includes information about the Seven Kings.
However, you’re lucky to have met older sister. I have a talent for discerning history; all concealed history will be unearthed by me, and all altered history I can see through. How about that, isn’t older sister awesome?”
Huang Dabao scratched the side of his face. “No!”
Fang Xin’s cursing voice came through the earpiece. “Don’t add your own lines!”
“Older sister is awesome! Older sister, please continue!” Huang Dabao immediately said.
Xiong Mao Jie cleared her throat and continued, “I’ve traced the footsteps of the Seven Kings through many historical gaps, and pieced together their forgotten history from numerous historical fragments. But this is a monumental task, and so far, I’ve only gathered information on two and a half of the Seven Kings.”
“Which two?” Huang Dabao quickly inquired, diligently pouring water for Xiong Mao Jie.
Xiong Mao Jie took a sip of water, smiling as she looked at Huang Dabao, then lifted her foot and rubbed it against him again. “Is little brother really that impatient?”
Huang Dabao originally wanted to dodge, but Fang Xin’s voice came through the earpiece. “Don’t dodge, I’ll count it as a work injury!”
Xiong Mao Jie rubbed a few times, satisfied. “From what I know so far, one is the King of Calamity, and the other is the King of Reincarnation!”
“The King of Calamity, as his name suggests, is an existence that brings calamity. On a small scale, he can bring various misfortunes to individuals, such as serious illnesses, car accidents, widowhood, loneliness, poverty, and perpetual bad luck. On a large scale, he can bring regional earthquakes, tsunamis, droughts, floods, fires, plagues, wars, and so on… The King of Reincarnation, you should be able to tell from his title, he controls reincarnation. It is said that during battle, he can summon his strongest reincarnated self from all his past lives, and can also turn enemies in battle into their weakest reincarnated self from their many reincarnations. Besides that, he controls the Six Paths of Reincarnation and can even decide what a person will be reincarnated as after death.”
Huang Dabao listened, completely dumbfounded.
Xiong Mao Jie rubbed Huang Dabao with her foot. “What’s wrong, little brother? Stunned?”
Huang Dabao snapped back to reality. “Then how can I find them?”
Xiong Mao Jie shrugged. “When human civilization can no longer withstand the erosion of moral decay, when order begins to rot, at that time, the Seven Kings will descend automatically! As for how to find them, it’s very difficult for ordinary people to achieve, but there is only one existence who can gather the Seven Kings in the shortest amount of time!”
“What kind of existence?” Huang Dabao pressed.
Xiong Mao Jie placed her foot on Huang Dabao’s leg, looking as if her next move would be to give Huang Dabao a foot massage.
“This involves the strongest of the Seven Kings! However, I don’t know much about that one! His information is even more concealed and altered, like it’s covered in mosaic.”
“Who?”
“The Head of the Seven Kings! The King of Slaughter!”
Huang Dabao couldn't help but freeze, as if he had thought of something.
“What exactly is this King of Slaughter like?”
Xiong Mao Jie shrugged. “Didn’t I just tell you? I only know two and a half of the Seven Kings. The ‘half’ refers to the King of Slaughter, but the description of the King of Slaughter is just a very simple sentence: The supreme terrifying existence who tolls the death knell of civilization!”
“So these Kings are so powerful, is there no one who can restrain them?” Huang Dabao asked again.
“Of course there is. Legend has it that there are thirteen Judicators who can restrain the Seven Kings, numbered from Zero to Twelve. Besides Zero, the others are in pairs, and each pair can restrain one of the corresponding Seven Kings.”
Huang Dabao pressed, “Then which pair restrains the King of Slaughter!”
“You’re so dense! The King of Slaughter is the Head of the Seven Kings, so naturally, the strongest Zero Arbiter restrains him!”
Fang Xin, who was monitoring from a distance, was stunned when he heard this.
“The Zero Arbiter restrains the King of Slaughter?
Why does this Zero Arbiter sound so familiar?
Huh?
I’m the Zero Arbiter!”