Everyone in the Hunter Guild was excited, because this was their first mission, and they also came into contact with the wealthy Song family. This was something that many people couldn't ask for. Anyone can dance with joy, but Wang Mo can't. Because the lives of dozens of people were under his command, one mistake could lead to the destruction of the entire army.
"Three shifts will be on duty around the clock. No accidents can occur. Do not take the initiative to conflict with other teams. It is forbidden to go out without asking for permission!" After Wang Mo issued a few bans, he walked around the No. 10 courtyard. After a lap, I always feel a little awkward.
Since entering the palace, no Song family members have come to explain their tasks. No one was seen in Courtyard No. 9 on one side, and there were not even many people in the courtyard in front. Although ten escort groups were invited, there were still no sentinels around. Are you just waiting like this?
Wang Mo and the guild members stayed in the courtyard, watching the bustle and prosperity outside without taking a step out of the courtyard. It was almost nighttime, and someone from Courtyard No. 9 finally came back. Swaggering, making loud noises, without any rules or morals. If you walk on the street, they are just a bunch of gangsters.
"Look, the clowns are here. Let's perform a juggling act for the gentlemen!" One of the wretched men mocked the Hunter Guild and raised his middle finger shamelessly.
"They are just standing there, there is no need to deliberately perform, haha..." Another man with a crooked mouth had no morals, and he became more and more sarcastic and ridiculed.
"Damn it..." The eyes of the four people standing guard were on fire. If it weren't for Wang Mo's order, they would have rushed forward and argued with fists and kicks.
His patience was interpreted as cowardice, and the gangsters from No. 9 Courtyard blocked the door of No. 10 Courtyard. The opposite side pointed their fingers and made some disgusting remarks. The four hunters on guard couldn't bear it anymore and finally launched a fight against more than a dozen people. Due to the disparity in numbers, the winner was quickly determined. The sentry was knocked to the ground and laughed at mercilessly.
The sound of fighting attracted too many onlookers, all of whom were laughing at the incompetence and disgrace of No. 10 Yard. There was only a fair-skinned scholar-like person who calmly watched the events unfold. There was no mocking as it 'should' have been, nor was there any intervention to stop this farce from happening.
There was a powerful hunter beside the scholar, who came forward to ask for instructions if he wanted to...
The scholar shook his head and replied politely, "No need for now, let's take a look and then talk."
"It's just a clown..." The wretched man said and actually raised his foot and stepped on the top of a sentry. This obviously exceeded the moral bottom line of human beings, but there were still a large number of applauding people around him.
The scholar motioned to the big man to stop him. He didn't seem to be watching the situation develop. There seems to be nothing worth observing. Courtyard No. 10 is indeed the same.
"Brush..." Five arrows flew out in succession, driving back the villains in No. 9 Courtyard. A group of guild members rushed out and helped the four injured people. It was Lao Mo who took action, and of course Wang Mo followed behind him. When the two heard that someone came to insult them, they were furious and came to the scene with the intention of killing.
Now Lao Mo is no longer the one from the academy, although his soul power is still not very high. But he had the energy in him. He stood outside the gate with eyes wide open and said forcefully, "You can apologize and leave now. If you still insist on making trouble, you will have no choice but to die here."
"Haha..." The wretched man who led the trouble saw that Lao Mo, who only had more than 500,000 yuan, said such big words. He wandered over and grabbed Lao Mo's collar, hoping to make this guy look embarrassed.
Old Mo lowered his shoulders slightly, opened the bow in his hands with both hands at the same time, and three arrows shot out quickly within two meters, directly penetrating the body of the wretched man. He raised his foot and kicked the corpse out, then raised his voice and shouted, "The rest of you can apologize."
"What do you think?" the scholar asked the big man next to him, and the other party gave a very high evaluation, "Although the soul power is not high, its strength is not comparable to that of ordinary people. It is definitely the best choice. You can tell by looking at his eyes and expression. A person who has experienced life and death all the time is why he is so calm."
"It's okay to have too little soul power!" The scholar still shook his head after hearing this.
"Ah..." The villains in No. 9 Courtyard were dumbfounded, but their true nature was revealed in the next second. A group of cruel beasts surrounded Old Mo, preparing to kill him with their numerical advantage.
"Ah Hao... charge!" Lao Mo swung his huge body and retreated deftly. Behind him, the big pig Ah Hao charged quickly, and the hair on his body was like steel needles. The enemy's formation became much looser just after the collision. Lao Mo seized the opportunity to release arrows continuously. Three rays of light almost formed in front of him, continuously killing and injuring the other villains.
"Stop it!" Wang Mo saw that it was almost done and couldn't make the matter too big, so he took action to stop Lao Mo. At this time, five people were lying down on the other side, and they were all the ones who said the most evil words.
"You will pay the price, wait!" The remaining few fled back to Courtyard No. 9 and got into the innermost room.
"Control Hunter?" The scholar and the big man on his side were all surprised this time. They never expected that it would be a Control Hunter. According to ordinary people's knowledge, the speed at which Attack Hunters absorb soul power is more than ten times that of Hunters. However, some experts have done research and found that this number may be even greater than ten times.
"Go over and take a look. We can't let this little fat man die in the hands of the flying swordsman." The scholar hurriedly rushed towards Courtyard No. 10.
There was another person who was even faster than the scholar. A figure suddenly appeared from Courtyard No. 9, rushed out of Gate No. 9 as fast as lightning, and headed straight for Gate No. 10. There was not a single pause along the way, and he moved as fast as a running wolf. But when Lao Mo entered his field of vision, his hands kept shooting out something, and a shadow came towards Lao Mo from all directions.
"Humph!" Old Mo was not confused at all, and accurately caught the incoming shadows with arrows.
But the other party had no intention of stopping at all, and the shortcoming of Elder Mohun's low power appeared. The other party should be worth more than one million, and Lao Mo is only just over half a million. None of them followed, and missed a shadow, heading straight for his chest.
"Ah..." The scholar saw this in his eyes and blurted out anxiously.
"Haha... I don't think I'm a powerful person, I'm just a clown!" The shadow stood still and revealed his true appearance. He was a wretched-looking old man with extremely small eyes.
"Crack!" The phantom hit half a meter in front of Old Mo, making a metallic crisp sound, and then the soul power dissipated in the air. Everyone saw this scene and their jaws dropped to the ground in shock.
"You've already had enough limelight, look at mine!" Wang Mo patted Lao Mo's shoulder with a palm, and quietly released a powerful soul power to stop the previous attack. Lao Mo also nodded and moved to the back row to rest.
The powerful man lay next to the scholar's ear. After he finished speaking, the scholar stopped again and watched the development of the matter with interest, as if he was no longer in a hurry.
"I am the president of the Hunter Guild, and I hope that today's matter will end here." Wang Mo still wanted to be polite before fighting. He did not want to resort to force to solve the problem, but he also had conditions. "I hope you will not call us the clown group in the future. That will You bring bad luck!”
"Bah!" The Flying Knife Man swore viciously, then pointed at Courtyard No. 10 and said, "The Song family's hunting activities have always been like this. Courtyard No. 10 is full of clowns who will only make fools of themselves along the way. At most, they are nothing more than cannon fodder. So are you. This character, isn’t it?”
"Thank you for your kindness. I won't let this happen to me." Wang Mo walked to the door and looked at the flying swordsman. His eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent, which was truly practiced on the battlefield. "If If you still haven't apologized to me and left my sight immediately, you will become a clown now, maybe a dead clown."
"Looking for death, look at my flying knife!" The flying knifeman quickly moved back, his hands like an eight-clawed octopus, shooting out pieces of soul power flying knives. At such a close distance, it is almost impossible to defend.
"Huh!" Wang Mo snorted coldly, and the flying knives that came towards him shattered with a sound, but they did not reach Wang Mo's side. Not only was the Flying Swordsman dumbfounded, everyone around him was silent, unable to understand how Wang Mo did this.
"It's nothing, Mr. Song. That's why the difference in courage is too big. This flying knifeman kicked the iron gate." The strong man called the scholar Mr. Song and explained this confusing behavior.
"General Xin has learned a lesson, where should Wang Mo's personal strength rank among the ten team battles?!" Mr. Song looked at Wang Mo with interest, but did not expect to get a rather exaggerated answer. General Xin replied, " Based on the strength we see now, we should be able to rank fourth.”
After hearing the answer, Mr. Song's eyes were filled with stars, and he looked straight at Wang Mo. He hurried straight to Courtyard No. 10 to meet this Wang Mo.
"You...impossible..." The flying knifeman chose the worst response in panic and launched another attack. He quickly gathered a ball of soul power with his hands and pushed it out like Qigong.
"Stubborn!" Wang Mo cursed angrily and struck out with the sword in his hand. He broke up the huge pillar of soul power and cut off the left arm of the Flying Swordsman. After this second, Wang Mo said something so frightened that the flying swordsman ran away like a piss, "I'll give you three seconds to leave, otherwise the next step will be your head."
"Come on, come on... let me show you how!"
"The clown troupe broke out this year, but I want to pass my level first!"
"Is the clown troupe about to turn over?"
Many people from the guard group flocked to Courtyard No. 10, wanting to say 'hello' to Wang Mo. The situation was getting seriously out of control, and Wang Mo was ready to kill others as a warning. At this moment, I heard General Xin shout, "Master Song Ran, the master of the palace, is here. Please don't cause chaos. Everyone should return to their respective camps. Don't offend Master Song."
Hearing that the benefactor was at the scene, the guard group retreated to the camp one after another. It was convenient to take money from others.
"It's getting late, let's go back and have a rest!" Song Ran told the other guards to leave lightly, and told General Xin, "Go and discuss the price with the flying swordsmen, and ask them to forget what happened today."
"Are you Wang Mo of the Hunter Guild?" Song Ran stood in front of Wang Mo and introduced himself first, "I am Song Ran, your employer this time. I'm really sorry for what happened today."
"You don't need to apologize, I just want to ask!" Wang Mo asked the question directly without being polite to the other party, "Are we going to ride the clown troupe ten times? Is the purpose of you looking for us just to see people make a fool of themselves?"
