"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ning Fan sat in the car, coughing from the pungent odor.

What a heavy scent of blood!

Even stronger than the smell outside the district wall!

Soon, Ning Fan discovered that this odor was emanating from Lin Chuan's blade.

And also...

Soul Servant Butcher?

What does that mean?

Before he could think further, he saw Lin Chuan swinging his blade forward fiercely!

A blood-red crescent shot out from the blade's edge.

Hiss...

The blood crescent precisely severed the extended tongue of the Rotten Face Frog. The saw-toothed tongue fell to the ground, still twitching.

Qiao Fei felt a lingering fear but quickly regained her composure.

"Brother Chuan, can we use it?"

"Go ahead!"

Lin Chuan turned to look at the dumbfounded Ning Fan: "Kid, what you've seen today, keep it to yourself!"

Ning Fan nodded woodenly.

He finally understood what everyone had been hiding!

Because the others also began to use their so-called Soul Servants!

"Soul Servant: Flower Dance!"

With Qiao Fei's low shout, the Tang sword in her hand instantly emitted a dazzling light.

The Rotten Face Frog behind her became agitated due to its severed tongue, continuously making skin-crawling sounds.

Qiao Fei furrowed her brows slightly, her cold and pretty face clearly showing signs of impatience.

She turned around, raising her sword...

It was a blur!

Ning Fan couldn't even discern the pattern of the Tang sword's movements.

And that Rotten Face Frog seemed to be frozen in place, its noisy croaking suddenly silenced.

Swoosh!

Qiao Fei flicked her wrist, and the filth on the sword's body drew a full moon on the ground.

Squelch, squelch...

Cracks finally appeared on the Rotten Face Frog's body.

Then, a net-like pattern of dense lines continuously appeared on its surface.

Ning Fan watched with his own eyes as the Rotten Face Frog transformed from whole to scattered meat on the ground.

Chopped, chopped to pieces?

The entire process took only three seconds.

This...

is what it means to be a Marauder...

Ning Fan felt that before deciding to join the Marauders, he had already thoroughly understood them.

But now, less than half a day after leaving the district, many things had already overturned his understanding.

Whether it was the rules here or their abilities.

Why had he never heard anyone mention the name "Soul Servant" within the district?

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On the other side, Hui Zi had already dealt with two Rotten Face Frogs on his own.

His Soul Servant was called Shadow.

In less than a minute, this area fell silent again.

All the Rotten Face Frogs had been dealt with.

This speed and efficiency were even faster than when they had dealt with the Shadow Hounds earlier.

That guy called Cheng Bin wasn't lying.

With this team's strength, dealing with those Shadow Hounds shouldn't have been so troublesome.

It's just that they hadn't used their Soul Servants before.

Everyone had returned to the car.

"Want more?"

Qiao Fei had two more gall crystals in her hand and asked Cheng Bin: "It's cheaper this time, two for three thousand."

Cheng Bin was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Beautiful lady, my money doesn't grow on trees. You're really treating me like a walking sucker, aren't you? In just this short ride, I've already spent seven thousand."

Qiao Fei frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with not earning this money.

"Fine, give them to me! When we get to F27 District, I'll sell them in the black market. Consider it me helping you guys sell your goods."

Cheng Bin seemed to feel that since he was relying on others, it was best to maintain good relations with the people in the car. He immediately took out three thousand Solas and handed them to Qiao Fei.

Qiao Fei stared at Cheng Bin's face for a while, then accepted the money and handed over the gall crystals.

Lin Chuan's gaze remained fixed outside the window.

"Let's continue moving."

"Alright!"

Hui Zi stepped on the gas, and the car continued on its journey.

Ning Fan kept glancing at Lin Chuan, seeming somewhat hesitant.

Finally, he couldn't help but say in a low voice: "Brother Chuan..."

"I know."

Lin Chuan didn't let Ning Fan finish his sentence, instead asking: "Did I look cool just now?"

"Huh?"

Ning Fan was stunned.

He hadn't expected that in such a dangerous environment, Lin Chuan would still have the leisure to ask such a question.

Moreover, what he wanted to tell Lin Chuan was important!

It concerned the safety of everyone in the car!

"Do you know why we didn't want you to see us using Soul Servants?"

Lin Chuan didn't mind Ning Fan's reaction: "Use that clever little brain of yours to guess."

Ning Fan realized that Lin Chuan didn't want him to say what he was about to say earlier.

Although he didn't know why, he could only follow Lin Chuan's topic and answer.

"When I was in the district, I tried to gather as much information about Marauders as possible, but I never saw any description of Soul Servants in any records. Even in the academy, no one ever mentioned the name Soul Servant."

Ning Fan frowned and said: "Plus, you just warned me to keep what I saw today to myself, so I boldly guess that Soul Servants... are the core secret of Marauders!"

"You've guessed half of it right."

Lin Chuan's eyes flashed with approval: "As expected of a top student."

"What about the other half?"

Ning Fan was now like a sponge, eager to absorb more knowledge.

"As for the other half..."

Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes, looking at Ning Fan with a hint of scrutiny: "Soul Servants are not just the core secret of Marauders, they should be said to be the core secret of the Lower City!"

Ning Fan felt that Lin Chuan's gaze was a bit off.

But in the next second, a knife was already at his throat.

Lin Chuan's knife.

Although the blade had lost its previous red color, it still emitted a chilling aura.

"Brother Chuan, you..."

The sudden turn of events surprised Ning Fan: "Why?"

"Kid, I've actually been curious about something for a long time, and I hope you can give me an explanation."

Lin Chuan's gaze became sharp, while the others in the car seemed to not notice this scene, each doing their own thing.

"What is it?"

"Why are you in the Lower City?"

Lin Chuan's voice was low: "The Upper City selection five days ago, why... weren't you chosen?"

Ning Fan swallowed hard.

On January 1st, when he wasn't selected, Ning Fan had never shown any dissatisfaction or anger.

But that doesn't mean he didn't care.

In fact, he was very angry!

To be precise, it was anger born from unwillingness!

It's just that his mother's current condition prevented him from wasting energy on being angry.

Now that Lin Chuan brought it up, Ning Fan's blood and cells couldn't help but become agitated.

"Nine-skill prodigy! Heh, with such good results, even if the Upper City people have high standards, they shouldn't overlook you! Those Upper City masters also need good-looking servants to attend to them! And your qualifications should be exactly what they like!"

Lin Chuan's gaze grew colder and colder.

Ning Fan could even feel that the blade had already cut a slight wound on his neck.

"Child, you need to be careful with what you're about to say next. Think it through before answering me."

Lin Chuan's finger circled around the car: "Everyone in this car, without exception, if even one person doesn't believe your answer, you'll have to die."