Yue Mochen turned his head, looked at Sha Feiyan, and said, "Well, everything is done?"
"It's done, the name of the mercenary group has been changed and the task has been handed over. This is your mercenary token and the logo of our new mercenary group."
Sha Feiyan said as he handed over a cloth bag. Yue Mo glanced at it and handed it to the person next to him, asking, "How much do you know about Yang Wutian?"
Sha Feiyan pondered slightly, as if recalling: "This person's strength cannot be underestimated. No one knows where he came from. He suddenly appeared and defeated the branch president and the captain of the law enforcement team of the Mercenary Union in Wangyue City alone on the first day of his appearance."
"Xu Yiwang?" Yue Mochen asked.
"No, he is just the deputy captain of the law enforcement team, but..."
"But what?"
"The president of the Wangyue City Branch of the Mercenary Guild is Xu Yilin and Xu Yiwang's elder brother. His name is Xu Yi. He has a cultivation level in the Qitian realm and is one of the best masters in Wangyue City on the surface."
"Qi Tian Realm? Then, Yang Wutian also has the ability to fight over level?" Yue Moqing interrupted.
"Actually, it can be said that although he used a pill to temporarily improve his cultivation level, in fact, he did defeat Xu Yi from above."
"Then why did he become a member of the City Lord's Mansion?" Yue Mochen asked.
"I don't know this. How did he be with you?"
"Something was a little accident, he helped us." Yue Mochen said lightly, and then told everyone what happened in the tavern.
For some reason, he always felt that although Yang Wutian had no malice to him, it seemed that it was not that simple to help him.
With Yang Wutian's cultivation level, if he wanted to kill Yue Mochen, he would not have spent too much effort, but he chose to help Yue Mochen and stand opposite to the city lord's mansion?
"Arranging a task for you." Yue Mochen paused, and looking at the excited look of everyone sharpening their knives, Yue Mochen nodded with satisfaction and continued to speak.
"Old Sha, please arrange a few brothers from Shacheng to find a newbie and go to the city lord's mansion to pay attention to Yang Wutian's movements, but remember, don't follow him, if you come out, find someone to report to me."
"No problem, I'll do it now." Sha Feiyan happily accepted the order.
"Brother Yongzi, Brother He, you two integrate the personnel in our mercenary group and explore the distribution of all forces in Qinglin Wangyue City. I am not referring to the mercenary group, but underground forces and official forces."
"Okay." Liu Dayong and He Fo nodded in agreement, but did not leave. Such a thing was too urgent.
"Sister Xiang, please sort out all the information of the current members, including cultivation and family background, to me. Add some new blood to the mercenary group. As for the method, you are more familiar with it than me."
Sheng Leixiang nodded with a smile. These things were almost the same as what she did in the Blood Mercenary Group before, so naturally it would not be too difficult.
Yue Mochen explained in detail. This was the first time he had issued a real order since he formed the Eternal Night Mercenary Group. There was nothing wrong with it. He had the attitude of a superior, at least, it seemed like this now.
"What about me, the leader?" Wanyan Yaoliang asked with anticipation.
"You have something more important to do. Let's go and stay here first. Tell me about your previous news, and your friend Brother Qing, I'm very interested in him."
.....
Half an hour later, the Lord of Wangyue City was in the mansion.
"You actually watched my son's arm being cut off?" A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes sat on the main seat and pointed in anger at a man standing proudly like a javelin in front of him.
The latter is Yang Wutian, a mysterious master who had just separated from Yue Mochen. The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat must be Fang Minghe, the lord of Wangyue City.
Faced with Fang Minghe's reproach, Yang Wutian lowered his head and did not move, as if he was being taught. However, looking closely at his expression, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and then he knew that he had no intention of being taught.
Fang Minghe was angry, but he had no choice but to curse the person in front of him. At most, he would not dare to do anything to Yang Wutian.
There is only one reason, the other party’s background is even bigger than the city lord.
Although in Fang Minghe's eyes, Yang Wutian was just a dog, the dog followed a good owner. In front of Yang Wutian's owner, even Fang Minghe, who is as tall as a city, is only worthy of being a dog.
Even, it's not as good as a dog.
When Fang Minghe was almost venting, Yang Wutian finally raised his head, a cold light flashed in his sharp eyes, and looked at Fang Heming in front of him and said, "Master, he did not tell me to protect your family."
In just one sentence, Fang Minghe's gradually calming emotions were aroused again, but he did not dare to reveal them: He could not afford to offend the person behind Yang Wutian.
I sighed in my heart: It’s all my fault that I had too great ambitions at the time.
At this time, a knock on the door came from outside the door, and Fang Minghe said loudly: "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and an old man with white hair entered the room. He nodded to Yang Wutian first, and then bowed to Fang Minghe from afar.
Fang Minghe didn't care about this detail. After returning a gift, he hurriedly asked, "How is Xiong'er?"
The old man frowned slightly and said lightly: "He just lost too much blood and fell into a coma. His life was not serious. His arm was already connected, but..."
"Just what?" Fang Heming stood up from the precious official hat chair and asked anxiously.
"I'm afraid it will have some impact on the practice in the future, because although the broken hand is connected again, the meridians have been destroyed..."
"How could this happen? Lao Yao, you must cure him. I have lost a son. Xiong'er can't have any trouble anymore. Lao Yao, please help me, help me..."
Speaking of this, the city lord's tone changed drastically. Not only did he put down his posture and asked the other party for help, but he even changed the second name from "you" to "you". It can be seen that his love for Fang Zixiong is not a fake.
"It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm really powerless." The old man known as Yao Lao shook his head and said, "The city lord should ask Gao Ming for another person."
"Old Yao! I have treated you well over the years. Fang Minghe has begged you like this, but still refuse to help me?"
Lao Yao frowned even more. After a long silence, he sighed: "If I had known this, why should I have been there?"
Seeing this, Yang Wutian didn't say anything. He smiled without objection, and then turned around and left with a steady pace.
Fang Heming was stunned and immediately shouted at the background where Yang Wutian left: "Master Yang, Master, is he going to transfer you to me, just to let you watch my family die?"
Yang Wutian seemed to have not heard the other party's words, stepped out of the door without looking back and disappeared into the darkness.
When he walked to a dim corridor, he finally stopped, turned around and looked at the nothingness behind him, as if he was talking to himself.
"Check me a mercenary group called Yongye, and a boy named Xiaye."