I'm Waiting for Backup—What Are You Waiting For?

"Sister Fang Si, go after him!" Chen Shu didn't bother explaining too much.

That black beetle was clearly putting on an act. Its eyes looked fierce, but it kept glancing around — obviously looking for an escape route.

Compared to Chen Shu, a master of running away, it was far too lacking.

Fang Si nodded and ordered the Flame Dragon to take the lead in the chase, while she followed behind with the Frost Dragon.

Every Iron-tier beastmaster must keep one contracted beast close by at all times, or risk unexpected danger.

Chen Shu climbed up a tall tree, peering toward the distant hotel.

He had thought the black beetles were already wreaking havoc there, but instead saw a massive black figure flying through the sky — with someone clearly standing on its back.

"Someone from the Spirit Control Bureau?"

Chen Shu let out a sigh of relief. Looks like the beetle swarm died for nothing.

Meanwhile, Fang Si was in hot pursuit. The Black Beetle Lord was incredibly fast, but thankfully, the Flame Dragon had left a trail of fire marks, allowing them to track it from afar.

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Tonight, she would kill a Lord-class beast with her own hands!

Time passed slowly.

Suddenly, Fang Si's expression froze.

She saw the Flame Dragon stop in place, confusion in its eyes as it looked around.

"The mark disappeared?" Fang Si frowned.

There were only two possibilities: either the Black Beetle had a skill to erase the mark, or... it was dead!

If it were the first, the Black Beetle Lord would have removed it earlier.

The flame mark wasn't subtle — a patch of unquenchable fire on its shell. There was no way it hadn't noticed.

That left only the second option.

"Dead?"

Fang Si gazed into the night ahead. Someone dared to snatch prey from her mouth?

Thud, thud, thud!

At that moment, four red lights appeared ahead, slowly approaching Fang Si.

The Flame Dragon tensed, letting out low growls.

"A so-called prodigy? Doesn't seem like much to me."

A young man in a trench coat, with a refined appearance, walked slowly toward her.

Roar!

The Flame Dragon's eyes burned with fighting spirit. It kept exhaling bursts of flame, its gaze fixed on the beast beside the young man.

A two-headed hellhound stood tall, its crimson pupils brimming with ferocity — an overwhelming aura radiating from its body.

It was an S-class Double-Headed Demon Hound!

Fang Si narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "Su Han from third year?"

"Didn't expect the prodigy to remember me. What an honor," Su Han replied with a gentle smile, tossing something from his hand.

"Here's your Black Beetle."

Fang Si looked down. It was the corpse of the Black Beetle Lord — recently killed, but the body had been torn open and its valuable materials clearly removed.

"You stole my kill?"

The Flame and Frost Dragons both stepped forward. Though injured, they still radiated savage energy.

"What, want to try me?"

Su Han sneered. A spatial rift tore open above his head, and a large cyan bird flew out.

Another S-class contracted beast — the Wind Spirit Finch. Rumored to carry traces of the legendary Bluebird's bloodline, it was no weaker than a dragon-type beast.

Huaxia Academy gathered the best talents from across the nation. Fang Si wasn't the only one with two S-class beasts.

The two sides fell into a tense standoff.

The night in Taiqing Mountain was especially cold, but neither moved an inch.

Su Han crossed his arms, waiting to see whether this so-called school genius dared to make a move.

Minutes ticked by.

Fang Si remained cold and unreadable the entire time, her expression unchanged.

The two of them seemed locked in another kind of battle — one of will.

The night was silent. They were even more so...

Su Han still stood in place. The night wind tugged at his trench coat, making him appear both mysterious and dashing.

But then, suddenly — chaos erupted.

"Watch the bag!"

A loud shout rang out as a shadowy figure appeared behind Su Han without warning.

Shit! I've been ambushed!

Su Han reacted swiftly. His two beasts rushed to protect their master,

But Fang Si's twin dragons had been waiting — they pounced immediately, locking them down.

Four contracted spirits instantly erupted into an earth-shaking battle!

Su Han only felt like he was trapped inside some kind of bag.

It was Chen Shu and the others who sneaked up behind Su Han without anyone noticing...

After Chen Shu trapped him, they immediately retreated without making a move.

The opponent was a Black Iron-level Beast Tamer; he couldn't fight him and probably would have been knocked flying with just one punch.

Now it was Zhang Dali's turn to step in; he tightly gripped a huge iron pot with both hands, rotating his body 360 degrees using his legs and waist.

Whoosh!

The iron pot in his hands made a fierce cutting sound through the air.

Zhang Dali shouted loudly, "Get lost!"

Clang!

Just as Su Han was about to open the urea bag, his head instantly buzzed.

His head was tough, but the iron pot was tougher!

After all, this was a pot specially made for cooking fierce beast meat.

Zhang Dali's attack was extremely cunning and knocked Su Han unconscious in one hit.

Losing control of their host, the two contracted spirits immediately returned to the Beast Taming space.

The three worked together with perfect coordination, finishing in the blink of an eye—truly flawless.

Fang Si's cold expression finally broke, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

She stepped forward, kicked Su Han, and said, "I'm waiting for backup, what are you waiting for?"

"So young, so naive about the cruelty of society," Chen Shu shook his head with a sigh and said, "Do you have what it takes to fight us?"

The three pulled Su Han's backpack down and found the Black Beetle Lord materials inside.

"Let's go!"

Fang Si kicked him a few more times and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

Chen Shu's lips curled into a sly smile as he quickly started to strip Su Han's clothes.

Fang Si's eyes widened, and she said, "You're such a pervert!"

"What are you thinking? Turn around first."

Su Han was soon left wearing only his underwear, looking like a little helpless lamb.

Zhang Dali said, "Pink underwear? That's seriously weird."

The two covered him with the urea bag and threw the rest of Su Han's clothes down the mountain.

"Let's go!"

Chen Shu then clapped his hands and got ready to leave.

Fang Si twitched her mouth and said, "You two are really ruthless!"

Tomorrow morning, Su Han would either come down the mountain wearing pink underwear or wrapped in a urea bag.

Either way, it would be the ultimate social death.

He'd probably be googling which planet is suitable for survival by tomorrow.

Chen Shu sneered, "Who told this guy to act cool? Wearing a trench coat in midsummer, what a poser! He probably thinks he's the protagonist!"