1566: C1566 The Tree Wants Peace but the Wind Does Not Stop

C1566 The Tree Wants Peace but the Wind Does Not Stop

Mo Nan had expected that someone would come to assassinate him. However, he couldn't figure it out. Many major families had already discussed it with each other. They had all sent some insignificant martial artists and grandmasters to their deaths.

After the first batch of people left and never returned, they had even sent them off.

What was the point of doing this?

"Looking down on Yours Truly just like that?"

Snorting lightly, Mo Nan didn't think too much about it. He closed the window and went back into the house.

If he was going to give it away, then so be it. He wanted to take a look. How many warriors were there for him to kill?

- -

"Did you find out?"

In the dark basement, a few faces that couldn't be seen were squeezed together. One of them was emitting the Qi of a Martial Sovereign warrior, and he spoke slowly.

"I've found out."

The person who was questioned immediately cupped his hands towards the Martial Sovereign. Then, he turned to the other curious people and sneered. The reason why that kid knows where I'm going is because someone is helping him in the dark."

"Who?"

"Dark Department."

Hearing this, everyone in the underground room came to a sudden realization.

These days, every time they sent out people, the warriors guarding outside the kid surnamed Mo would prepare themselves as if they had received the news in advance.

One or two times was a coincidence. If there were more, there would be a problem.

Because of this, they deliberately sent some unimportant people over and then secretly followed them. Sure enough, Chiang Wey and the others did not expect that when they followed others, they would be followed instead, exposing their tracks.

"It's good that you can find out who did it." Martial Sovereign seemed to be an old man. He stroked his beard and said with a hoarse and satisfied voice.

"Then, we'll first remove his teeth."

"It's easy to kill, but I want this little bastard to live a life worse than death! When he loses his helper, I want him to live in fear and worry all day long..." A sinister roar echoed continuously in the basement.

The rest of the people shook their heads in surprise when they heard this.

This old man was too ruthless. Even when they thought about it, if they were in that situation, they would shudder.

However, they had to admit that it was a good idea. At that moment, they discussed.

"The Dark Department will be left to the Jin family to handle..."

"Blood God Hall, my Zhu Family will handle it."

"That woman from Modu, I will personally make a trip there."

Finally, the hoarse old man said with a sinister voice.

In this way, the powers that they had discovered to help Mo Nan were completely divided. The few of them looked at each other and laughed in secret.

-

Ever since the assassination a few days ago, the surroundings of the villa had unexpectedly been peaceful for a few days.

However, the calmer it was, the more uneasy old rascal felt.

He did not believe that those large families had given up on taking revenge on him. After all, they had only lost some Grandmasters and martial artists. It was still too early for them to give up on taking revenge.

Sure enough, a few days later, something happened.

The first person to contact him was Sun Tu. This grandson was vague for a long time and could not make a rough guess. In any case, he kept persuading Mo Nan to find a place to hide and not stay in Wan City.

Mo Nan spent half a day with him and lost his patience. He snorted coldly and said angrily,

"What exactly is going on?"

"Sigh, Young Master, if you don't hide now, you will. I don't need to be the palace master of the Blood God Hall anymore. In any case, all of them are dead."

Although he said he was dead, that wasn't the case.

However, in the past two days, he had indeed lost quite a number of people.

It was because he was determined to follow Young Master. In addition, the people who killed him at the slightest disagreement from those major families had also provoked Sun Tu. Otherwise, under the threat of those major families, he would have sent his men back to Wan City early in the morning.

Sun Tu then slowly explained the situation in the past few days.

A few days ago, several major families in the southwest came to him together and asked him to withdraw the men who were protecting Mo Nan. They also promised that they would not pay any attention to Mo Nan's orders in the future.

Who was Sun Tu?

A few large families came to him and shouted. They didn't get buried in the desolate mountain outside the Blood God Hall. It was already lucky that he was able to cripple them and throw them out of the mountain where the headquarters of the Blood God Hall was located.

Then, something happened.

The Martial King assassins that he had subdued with great difficulty disappeared one after another. If things continued like this, the lower-ranked assassins wouldn't be counted. Soon, the Blood God Hall would become an empty commander.

"Young master, it's fine if I lose some people, but once all of my men are dead, you still have to find a place to hide."

Sun Tu smiled coyly. "In my opinion, you should temporarily move to a place no one knows. After I confirm that you are safe, I will withdraw my people. I can also guarantee that nothing will happen to you."

"I understand what you mean. Let me think about it."

Mo Nan smiled bitterly and said calmly. Then, he ended the call first.

He put away his phone and rubbed his temples. He felt bitter in his heart. This time, Sun Tu had done his best. It wouldn't be good if he didn't think for Sun Tu at all.

However, he had already made up his mind. No matter what, he wouldn't leave Wan City. He had to be at ease and stay with the girls...

Could it be that he had left Bingqing in anger? Now, he was going to violate his agreement with Wushuang and the others?

Before he could make his decision, he was angry again and again.

The phone in his hand rang again. The caller ID was Chiang Lee.

Mo Nan was shocked. He quickly picked up the call and heard Chiang Lee crying. "Dark Department, a few old men are dead. Chiang Wey is seriously injured and hasn't woken up yet. Mo Nan, what should I do?"

After Old Master Jiang passed away, she had relied on these old men to manage the Dark Department well. Now that a few old men from the Dark Department were in trouble, she immediately panicked.

"Don't cry yet. How's Chiang Wey's situation?"

Mo Nan's expression immediately turned ugly. He still had to keep his voice low. Slowly, he comforted Chiang Lee's mood.

Chiang Lee finally stopped crying, but when she talked about Chiang Wey's injuries, she could not help but feel angry. She rushed forward. "It's all your fault. Chiang Wey still hasn't woken up. Let me tell you, if anything happens to him, you, don't come to see me!"

It was obvious that he was angry.0

However, even if it was anger, what could old rascal say? He could only smile bitterly and comfort this woman. Then, he thought about it. When are you going to visit Chiang Wey in the bar?

After all, Chiang Wey was injured because of him. It was inappropriate for him not to go.

After a while, before he could completely calm Chiang Lee down, another person called as if he had made an appointment with Sun Tu and Chiang Lee.

Hee Mei's tone was still calm, but she said as soon as she opened her mouth.

"You, if you want to move to another place to stay."

"I know."

Mo Nan did not even bother to ask what was going on. He let out a long sigh and agreed with a bitter smile.

Hee Mei was stunned and said, "You did not even ask me what happened?"

"There is no need to ask." Mo Nan said helplessly. "Sun Tu and Chiang Lee contacted me just now."

"It's good that you know."

Hee Mei nodded. Since this bastard knew everything, it would save her a lot of breath. She was afraid that this guy would not be willing. She felt that Sun Tu and she did not do their best. Hee Mei added.

Although I don't like Sun Tu, but don't forget, whether it is him or me, it will not benefit you if all of our men die. "

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