"Damn, what's next, Steven Zhou? Why not just call me the God of Cookery?" Zheng Zha couldn't help but find the situation rather amusing.

The leaders of the street punks treated Zheng Zha with immense respect, and Zheng Zha, utterly unconcerned with money, threw down a large stack of US dollars before the entire gang, along with Wang Xia and the others, were ushered into a massive private room.

As soon as Zheng Zha sat down, he demanded, "What about the people you were supposed to gather? Have you spread my message?" The thugs exchanged glances. One middle-aged Caucasian man spoke up, "Yes, Big Brother, we've broadcast your words. We've already received word back. Apparently, they did see an Asian little boy who likes to fiddle with his hair, accompanied by a busty woman with glasses and a man carrying a cloth bag that looked like it held a harp." Zheng Zha was surprised and delighted.

He urgently asked, "Where did you see them?" As he spoke, he casually pulled out his travel guide and immediately flipped it open to the city map page.

The punk immediately pointed toward the television and broadcasting building in the center of the city. "They were spotted in this vicinity, around 2:00 AM today. They walked straight into the TV building, and the security guards seemed not to see them, even though entry shouldn't have been allowed at that hour. That's why a few people paid enough attention to report it to you, Big Brother."

"See this?" Zheng Zha quickly calculated the time in his head. That was indeed shortly after he had been attacked. Based on the timeline, they must have returned right after attacking him, so these thugs weren't lying.

They were indeed inside the TV and broadcasting building! Realizing this, he retrieved ten gold bars from his Na Jie. The dazzling gleam of the gold bars was almost blinding. The pa-pa-pa sound of them being stacked immediately made the thugs drool.

Zheng Zha then stated, "Well done! Take these gold bars. As for how you divide the reward amongst your team, I trust I don't need to instruct you on that, right? Use any leftover money to smooth things over upstairs and downstairs. Make absolutely sure people are taking shifts watching the perimeter of that TV and broadcasting building. The moment you see the people I described appear, notify me immediately. Slow down, that's still not secure enough."

Zheng Zha didn't hesitate. He took out a handful of sand from his Na Jie, and then a few bone fragments—items that could actually be exchanged at the 'Main God' space. Next, he drew out the Book of the Dead from his Na Jie, that thick, heavy, black ancient tome. He then began murmuring incantations in ancient Egyptian pronunciation.

As the Blood Clan energy was consumed, the sand and bone fragments slowly fused and enlarged. By the time their shapes were fully formed, four mummy guardians had materialized before the crowd.

Their bodies appeared skeletal, yet they contained far greater strength than ordinary humans. This was one of the summoning spells from the Book of the Dead, the greatest reward Zheng Zha had gained in the previous horror movie scenario! The thugs immediately burst into loud clamor, stumbling backward in terror. Several even dropped to their knees, loudly crying out the name of Satan. What struck Zheng Zha as odd, however, was that none of them called upon the name of Jesus Christ, which differed from his impression of Westerners.

Zheng Zha slammed his hand hard on the table. "Don't panic! This is my power; it won't harm you! Listen carefully: dress them in cloaks that cover them completely. I know you can buy those. Then divide into four groups and monitor the TV and broadcasting building from four different directions. The moment you spot their tracks, contact me by phone. Understood? If you are attacked, they will fight to the death to protect you, and use that time to call me! These thugs were already marginalized social outcasts who had strayed from the path, so it’s likely they lean more toward believing in Satan." Once the initial shock subsided, the thugs became inexplicably excited. Some crowded around the mummy guardians, examining them closely, with one even daring to reach out and touch one. The others looked at Zheng Zha with expressions of sheer awe—no, 'awe' wasn't the right word; it was the look of fervent followers gazing upon the leader of some sinister cult. If Zheng Zha told them they could achieve eternal life after death right then, and asked them to blow up a government building with a bomb, it was highly probable some among them would do so with fanatical zeal.

After a long while, once the thugs had departed with the four mummy guardians completely enveloped in black robes, Zheng Zha kept the one thug who could speak Chinese behind. Only then did he have a chance to look at Wang Xia and the others behind him. All of them were staring at him with expressions that were bizarre and unsettling. Although their gaze was slightly better than that of the initial thugs, it still made him feel as if he truly had become a cult leader.

The thug nodded hastily and said respectfully, "Yes, Old Crab in the West District has the goods. But he heard about Big Brother from somewhere, so his demand is a trade for real gold—he doesn't want US dollars. What do you think?" Zheng Zha, however, nodded and replied, "A trade for real gold, fine. I planned to do that anyway. You wait outside for us; we'll discuss things and then head to the West District with you."

The thug immediately walked out of the private room respectfully. Then Zheng Zha turned to the others. He first held up the black Book of the Dead and said, "Don't tell me you don't recognize this. This book should be quite famous, right? Anyone who has seen that movie should know it." Huang Lilin hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "This book... it should be that very famous book from The Mummy? The Egyptian sacred text called the Book of the Dead, right? Legend says it records many ancient Egyptian spells and magic, and it can even raise the dead. The other book corresponding to it is called the Book of the Sun or the Book of Resurrection. Can things from the movies really be brought out?" Zheng Zha smiled and said, "That’s a bit complicated to explain; I'll tell you more when we get back. Wang Xia, Li Laoshi, Zheng Xue, the three of you will accompany me to the West District. There, you can select the weapons you need. We might face the rest of the team soon; if we don't fight, we might die. You choose for yourselves. I can only promise you this: those who fight alongside me and survive to return to the 'Main God' space will become team members. If you don't want to fight, then please step away from me; I don't have time to protect extra people!"

Hearing Zheng Zha's words, Wang Xia stood up without a sound. Zheng Xue, the lawyer, paused before standing up as well. Li Laoshi, the middle-aged man from the working class, looked distressed, his face turning red as he fidgeted nervously. After about ten seconds, just as Zheng Zha was growing impatient, he finally stood up and said, "I'll go too. I used to hunt birds with friends using a shotgun; I should still be okay." Zheng Zha sighed and then said to the two girls, "You can go back to the central hotel later; I’ve already spoken to the manager. You can also stay here and wait for us to return. Keep in touch using the communicators. I strongly advise against you going shopping or anything like that; you could die on the streets at any moment. Understand?" The two girls were relatively compliant; they both nodded in agreement with Zheng Zha's instructions. Then Zheng Zha led the three men toward the main door. The thug stood respectfully outside the private room door. Seeing Zheng Zha emerge, he quickly produced a brand new mobile phone and handed it over. "Big Brother, this is the phone you ordered yesterday. The people monitoring the TV and broadcasting building just sent a message: three Asian individuals walked out of the building—one man carrying a cloth bag that looked like it held a harp, one short-haired but beautiful girl around sixteen or seventeen, and one busty beauty with glasses. The child we saw yesterday didn't come out."

"(Am I about to be attacked again?)" Zheng Zha let out a breath. He took the phone and immediately said, "Let's go. Head straight to the West District. Wang Xia, are you familiar with sniping?" As everyone hurried out of the restaurant, Wang Xia looked momentarily surprised. "Not intimately, but I can manage. Are you expecting a sniping expert?" "Not a sniping expert, but compared to standard sniper rifles, his bow is more powerful and has a longer effective range," Zheng Zha sighed. "His bow is a legendary magical weapon redeemed from the 'Main God,' capable of launching arrows from a thousand meters or even further. Its power and speed are in no way inferior to conventional sniper weapons, and he has archery skills that can instantly multiply the speed several times over. It’s a terrifying long-range weapon." Wang Xia's expression shifted slightly, but Zheng Zha spoke again.

"If I am hit by an arrow, I need you to determine the direction and location the arrow was fired from as quickly as possible. Use your knowledge of sniping; within five seconds of me being hit, you must tell me where he is!"