The square-faced servant Yang Wutian frowned, but did not refute, but instead looked at Yue Mochen and the others.
"Give you another chance and leave now. I promise that Young Master Fang will not make things difficult for you."
He hinted Fang Zixiong's identity to Yue Mochen intentionally or unintentionally, signaling them not to cause trouble.
This surprised Yue Mochen even more and thought to himself: This person must have an extraordinary origin. When he first arrived in Wangyue City, it would be better to have less than anything more, so he would just sell him face.
So he nodded to Yang Wutian, greeted Lai Yuemoqing and prepared to leave.
But some people stopped relying on it.
"I want to leave? No way!"
Fang Zixiong turned around, pointed at Yang Wutian's eyebrows and cursed: "Okay, Yang Wutian, young master, I'll tell you to do something, you dare to let go? Don't rely on your high level of cultivation to be worthy of me. I'll tell you, you are nothing in front of my father!"
"Young City Lord, I just promised your father that you are safe, and I didn't say I'd have to give you control. If someone messes with you, I can deal with him, but if you want me to use it as a gun to help you, then you'll misunderstand."
Yang Wutian replied with a humble and arrogant look, a momentum that was not angry but powerful emanated from the inside out. He turned his head, nodded to Yue Mochen, and signaled them to leave first.
Yue Mochen spread his hands and then pulled Yue Moqing out with indifferent expression.
But Fang Zixiong flashed forward, pulled out the long sword from Yang Wutian's waist, and pointed at Yue Mochen and the others: "No one can leave today!"
Yue Mochen's expression turned cold. He could sell Yang Wutian for a favor, but that didn't mean Yue Mochen was afraid of things. He just didn't want to be trouble, but Fang Zixiong's actions angered him.
Yang Wutian frowned and didn't say anything, making people confused about his attitude.
"Young City Lord? Haha..." Yue Mochen smiled coldly and said, "I don't know what's up!"
Before he finished speaking, a sword shadow flashed, and a scream rang out. Fang Zixiong's right hand fell to the ground with Yang Wutian's long sword.
On the other side, a single-edge sword with a strange shape, which looks like a knife but not a knife, appeared in Yue Mochen's hands.
"What a fast sword!" The group swallowed. They couldn't even see the sword light clearly. There was no sword light with any sword technique. Only fast, to erase everything.
As soon as the sword light appeared, Fang Zixiong's arm had left his body.
Looking at his arm on the ground, Fang Zixiong's eyes turned dark and he fainted.
Yue Mochen smiled faintly. He vaguely felt that his sword skills had improved. He had felt this way when fighting Xu Yilin, but he didn't have time to catch it at that time. The signs of thoughts disappeared with the change of the battle situation. At this time, Yue Mochen's simple sword gave him another strange enlightenment.
Yue Mochen thought to himself: "It's really worth it. I sleep with a sword pawn every night as a pillow. It's really useful. However, this sword is really good and has performed well. It seems that I will abuse these unknown guys in the future."
The thin servant stopped crying when Fang Zixiong plucked his sword, waiting to watch the show, but at this moment he was frightened by the situation in front of him, and he had only one thought in his mind: It's over.
Mo Wutian was much calmer. He called Skinny, but the latter did not respond. He walked directly to Skinny and lifted Skinny up.
"Smack sex..."
Several crisp slaps sounded, and the thin servant finally came to his senses and stared at Yang Wutian angrily, with a focus in his eyes.
"Take the young city lord back to the city lord's mansion and ask the city lord to find the Yao Lao. I will give you an explanation for the other things when I go back."
When the thin man heard this, he didn't care about being angry. He quickly carried Fang Zixiong on his back, picked up the broken arm on the ground and left the tavern like running away.
At this time, the people in the tavern came back to their senses and looked at Yue Mochen with different eyes. They didn't expect that Yue Mochen would really dare to attack Fang Zixiong, and even if he had such a ruthless move.
But Yang Wutian is still here. He said he would go back and explain everything. How should he explain it? Capture the young man back?
Yang Wutian naturally didn't know what everyone was thinking. He clasped his fists at Yue Mochen with a heartfelt apology. Fang Xian said, "I am Yang Wutian, the new deacon of the City Lord's Mansion. What is the name of this little brother?"
"Eternal Night Mercenary Group, Xia Ye." Yue Mochen spread his hands again, saying that he didn't mind.
Yue Mochen still has a good impression of Yang Wutian. Perhaps it was because he did not attack him. Although he might not be afraid even if he started, he did not have that intention now, and he did bear the favor of the other party.
"Eternal Night Mercenary Group?" Yang Wutian frowned. He came here with a mission. He had known about the local mercenary group in Wangyue City, but he had never heard of the Eternal Night Mercenary Group. Seeing the words of the young man in front of him, he was not as if he had done a false statement and was immediately confused.
"Brother Xia Ye, aren't you a local?"
"I'm just a wanderer."
Yue Mochen smiled faintly and continued, "Brother Yang, how are you going to solve this problem?"
“Isn’t it solved?”
Yang Wutian said indifferently: "Don't worry, I don't care about that guy's life or death."
"But you, after all, are in charge of his father's hands. This..."
Yue Mochen wanted to speak but stopped. In fact, he was loving talent and wanted to pull Yang Wutian into the Yongye Mercenary Group.
"By the lord of Wangyue City, you are not worthy of making things difficult for me. Brother Xia, you can rest assured."
"Well? That's good, I'm afraid it will affect your future, Brother Yang."
Yue Mochen looked happy on the surface, but he thought to himself: It is indeed a guy with a background, and it seems that he can't win over it.
"But it's better for Brother Xia Ye to leave Wangyue City. Although they don't dare to blame me directly, they will definitely take revenge on you."
"Haha, it's okay, as you said, a little city lord of Wangyue City is not worthy of making me scared." Yue Mochen smiled faintly.
"Since that's the case, I'm going to do this in one go, but it's better to be careful in everything."
Yang Wutian said, he didn't think Yue Mochen was bragging. He had seen Yue Mochen take action and concluded that the other party was not an ordinary person, and maybe the background behind him was bigger than himself. Such a statement was just a favor.
"Haha, I have to thank Brother Yang for his righteous words. We still have something to do, so we will take our leave first."
"Well, I'm leaving too, let's go together."
The two left the tavern together and finally said goodbye at the intersection of the street.
Not long after, Sha Feiyan and his group appeared behind Yue Mochen. Looking at the figure leaving alone in the night, Sha Feiyan looked shaking and asked, "Young Master, is the person who just got with you Yang Wutian from the City Lord's Mansion?"