After sorting that out, Xu Fei turned back to Huang Jingming and the crew, saying, “Didn’t we just agree on a fair swap, goods for people? How come a local gang like yours doesn’t even know the rules?”
“Since that’s the case, guess I’ve got no choice but to ditch the rules too!”
As Xu Fei finished, Huang Jingming knew the jig was up and they’d have to drop the act, barking furiously, “You… don’t get too smug! Your master’s still in my hands! If you dare try anything, I’ll just…”
Before he could finish, a chorus of wails cut through the air.
Huang Jingming spun toward the sound, only to see Mo Wentian, who’d been tied up, now free as a bird, having casually taken out the guards around him.
“If you hadn’t used that innocent man’s life to threaten me, did you really think a few of you could trouble an old man like me?”
Xu Fei could tell his master, cooped up here for days, was simmering with pent-up frustration.
So Xu Fei didn’t mince words, jumping in, “Master, you handle things here, I’ll get this bloke out first!”
Though it’d been ages since the master and disciple had seen each other, their unspoken sync was still sharp.
By “handle things,” Xu Fei clearly meant Mo Wentian could dish out some payback to vent his spleen.
Mo Wentian waved a hand at that, stretching his wrists and eyeing Huang Jingming, “Who’s first? Why not all at once, I’m in a hurry!”
Huang Jingming snorted at that, “Hmph! Didn’t expect an old codger like you to pick up brawling from the young’uns? Fine by me, I don’t mind sending you down to the underworld!”
With a grand wave, Huang Jingming summoned dozens of men charging out from the dilapidated reservoir building.
Each wielded a mishmash of weapons, though none showed a flicker of true qi, likely due to a dire lack of cultivation resources.
Only mid-tier goons like Huang Jingming and up got the chance to be cultivators.
Even so, sheer numbers alone made facing this mob at once no picnic.
“Didn’t peg you for being this prepared,” Xu Fei quipped.
“Less chat, old man, let’s see you keep that tough act up!” Huang Jingming shot back, waving again, his dozens of lackeys swarming in, nearly boxing Mo Wentian in.
But Mo Wentian, at his age, had seen it all.
Cool as ice, he waited till they closed in, then flicked a handful of silver needles from his sleeve into the air.
Xu Fei had just led the innocent hostage out, the poor sod shielding his eyes from the harsh sun after too long in the dim warehouse.
As they stepped out, a wave of overlapping screams erupted from inside, prompting Xu Fei to shake his head with a wry grin.
