In the imperial capital, inside a certain mansion.
A fat man weighing more than 250 pounds was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar.
The middle of the sofa was completely dented under his weight, making a squeaking sound as it was unbearable.
He looked to be in his forties, with his arms open and his breasts exposed, and the layers of fat were like a layer cake.
His face turned red, and his eyes were squeezed into slits by the fat on his face.
This person is none other than Qian Bali!
The head of the Qian family.
Even in the imperial capital, a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, the Qian family can be considered a wealthy family.
Although it is not as good as the four major families, and it is not as good as the Wang family, which has a Dinghaishenzhen-level boss like Wang Tianfeng, its foundation and strength are definitely not weak.
But at this moment, Qian Bali, as the head of the Qian family, seems to be quite agitated, and even...a little bit of hidden fear!
"Mr. Mo, have you heard any news from Aaron and the others?"
Qian Bali took a deep breath from his cigar and asked an old man standing in front of him.
The old man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and had gray hair. He was probably older than seventy years old, but he was energetic and strong. He stood straight on the spot, like a javelin, with an extraordinary momentum.
His eyes were lowered and slightly closed, as if he had fallen into trance.
Mr. Mo, the strong man worshiped by the Qian family, is at the peak of his innate strength!
After a large family like the Qian family reaches a certain level in terms of social status, economic strength, etc., they usually work hard on the warrior level.
In particular, martial arts masters who have reached the innate realm are definitely hot commodities among the major wealthy families in the secular world.
For a strong man like Mr. Mo, the annual compensation paid by Qian Bali is definitely no less than nine figures. This is an unimaginable astronomical figure, but Qian Bali is very willing to spend money.
Because Mo Lao is worth it.
Upon hearing Qian Bali's inquiry, Mr. Mo slowly opened his eyes, shook his head and said, "There is no news yet."
"Is there going to be an accident?"
Qian Bali frowned.
Mr. Mo chuckled, very calm and calm, and said: "Master, don't worry so much. Aaron and the others are my disciples. Although they have not yet entered the innate world, they are definitely not weak in the late stage of transformation and peak strength. That Wang Hu is just a
They are unimpressive little characters, and there is absolutely no reason for Ahu and the others to miss out."
After listening to Mr. Mo's words, Qian Bali's face softened slightly, but there was still worry in his eyes.
"Mr. Mo, I always feel uneasy. Please contact Aaron and ask what the situation is!" Qian Bali said.
"good."
Mr. Mo did not refuse, took out his cell phone and started to contact Aaron.
However, the call was made but there was no reply.
Mr. Mo's expression remained unchanged and he called other disciples.
But he made several calls in succession, but no one answered.
Now, even Mr. Mo felt something was wrong.
Even if they are performing a mission, everyone should not be unable to contact them, unless... they have an accident!
"Mo Lao, what's going on?" Qian Bali became increasingly uneasy, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He looked at Mr. Mo eagerly and asked.
Mr. Mo frowned and said in a deep voice: "I can't contact them..."
Qian Bali's expression suddenly changed.
Aaron and his party were five people, two in the late stages of Huajin, two at the peak of Huajin, and one half-step innate!
Any one of these five people can walk sideways in the secular world and kill Wang Hu easily.
Qian Bali was worried about what might happen, so he asked the five of them to go together.
As a result...there was an accident?
Mr. Mo said: "Master, don't worry. If we haven't contacted them by tomorrow, I will personally go to Qingcheng to clear away the worries for the master."
But Qian Bali immediately shook his head: "No, Mr. Mo, you go now! The nights are long and there are many dreams, we can't delay. If that person discovers my existence, then..."
As he spoke, Qian Bali couldn't help but have a look of horror on his face.
Seeing this, Mr. Mo frowned and asked doubtfully: "Master, what kind of deal did you have with King Hu of Qingcheng? With your identity, why are you so worried?"
"Besides, I'm still here. Since I accepted your invitation and became a worshiper of your Qian family, I won't let anyone hurt you!"
What Mr. Mo said was extremely domineering.
He does have such strength.
At the peak of Xiantian, looking at the entire martial arts world, he can definitely be regarded as the top expert.
But when Qian Bali heard him talking like this, he still didn't relax at all.
Mr. Mo didn't know that he was secretly tripping Jiang Muyang, so he couldn't understand his nervousness.
Qian Bali put the cigar upside down in the ashtray, stood up and urged: "Mr. Mo, the situation is urgent. I don't have time to explain so much to you. Please rush to Qingcheng immediately and kill Wang Hu!"
Seeing Qian Bali's abnormal behavior, Mr. Mo's inner doubts became even stronger.
He asked: "Master, who did you offend?"
"I……"
Qian Bali just opened his mouth, ready to say something.
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came!
"It's me he offended!"
The sound was not too high, but it was very penetrating and passed into the ears of Qian Bali and Mo Lao very clearly.
At the same time, a chill came over.
The temperature in the room dropped sharply.
"Oh my god!"
Qian Bali screamed strangely, the fat all over his body shook violently, his face was full of horror, and his eyes were shaking.
His legs weakened and he fell heavily onto the sofa.
Shivering, like mourning a heir.
"You hidden rat, why don't you get out!"
Mr. Mo's eyes widened, he shouted loudly, and the powerful energy swept around him instantly.
A tornado suddenly rolled up in the room, making a roaring sound, and many things were swept up and spinning in the air.
The scene was extremely horrifying.
"Haha, as you wish."
An indifferent voice came.
then.
With a "bang" sound, the door opened.
A strong wind swept in.
A figure stood at the door. Under the moonlight, its shadow stretched very long and entered the room.
He stood with his backlight, making it difficult to see his face.
All he could feel was a cold and murderous aura sweeping out of him.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Mo Lao stared at that figure and asked in a deep voice.
Qian Bali next to him was almost scared to death.
"Tap! Tread!"
The figure stepped forward and walked in slowly.
The cold and murderous aura also swept into the room following his movements.
"I, Lingnan Divine Fist, Mo Tiannan, please give me some face. If you want to talk about something, just talk about it. There is no need to do it absolutely, right?"
Mr. Mo raised his voice and said.
This is also a commonly used routine in the martial arts world.
The world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, the world of martial arts is also about human relationships.
Sir, times have changed.
Today's martial arts world is no longer like before. Killing people and exterminating families at every turn is no longer feasible. Not to mention how bad the social impact is, if you dare to do this, the martial arts alliance will not let you go.
Didn’t you realize that even a super organization like the Shenyin Society eventually fell apart?
So generally speaking, even if there is any conflict, it will not really last forever.
Sell each other face, make big things into small things, and make small things into small things, then everything will be fine.
Mo Tiannan is an old man in the world. He has strength, qualifications, seniority and fame. He has acted as a middleman and resolved several feuds in the world.
It's just that today, the person involved has become himself.
Originally, Mo Tiannan thought that by bringing his name out, the people on the other side would be more restrained.
But he didn't expect...the other party would not give him any face at all.
"What bullshit Lingnan Divine Fist?"
"I'm looking for money. It has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to die, just get out of here."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Hearing this, Mo Tiannan became furious.
"Your Excellency, you have such a strong tone!"
"I would like to learn from you, Your Excellency's clever trick!"
The words fell.
Mo Tiannan stomped his right foot on the ground, and his whole body exploded towards the figure like a cannonball.