Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“Ahhhhhhhh——”
Duke Jin’s face turned white from the pain, as his sweat started dripping down, “Wretched fellow! You dare to take action against this Duke! I must kill you, kill you, kill you!”
He was in so much pain that he took in cold air and his tears were already flowing.
While tearing his voice, he shouted at that bunch of Iron Blood Warriors, “What are you all waiting for, capture this lowly commoner! This Duke wants to bring him back to the palace!”
But among that bunch of people, no one dared to take a step forward.
Yuchi Peng also lowered his head, pretending that he didn’t see this at all.
Ye Qing Luo’s brows rose with interest as she kept her feather fan, and returned to her group.
“Who’s this young man? Not even afraid of offending the Duke, even Yuchi Peng is terrified like a dog.” Yan Xiao Yi stared at that young man, as her eyes were filled with curiosity.
As Ni Ruo Pan bit her lip, she went into deep thoughts momentarily, “I’ve done some investigation. Mercenary Association’s President bears the surname Mo and Yuchi Peng calls him Young Patriarch Mo…. That person, should be President’s son, Young Patriarch of the Mercenary Association Mo Han Shang.”
“Mercenary Association’s Young Patriarch? No wonder Yuchi Peng’s terrified.” Yan Xiao Yi blinked, as a smirk of ridicule appeared on her lips, “No matter how insolent he, Eldest Young Master Yuchi is, if he wants to establish a mercenary group, and continue hanging around in the Mercenary Group, then he will need to behave obediently in front of Young Patriarch Mo, staying honest.”
Ye Qing Luo laughed softly.
These words were absolutely correct.
Although Yuchi Peng the Eldest Young Master of one of the four great Sects.
But while he’s at the Mercenary Association, he would only be the Iron Blood Warrior’s group leader.
If he walked out of the Mercenary Association, or he didn’t needed to establish some mercenary group, then his status would be above Mo Han Shang.
But, he wanted the Iron Blood Warriors, wanted this mercenary group, then Mo Han Shang would be on a higher level then him, hence he would have the qualification to order Yuchi Peng around.
This was the Mercenary Group Association’s authority.
“Qing Luo, do you know Young Patriarch Mo?” Yan Xiao Yi asked curiously.
Ye Qing Luo shook her head.
“If you don’t know him…. why would he help us?”
Ye Qing Luo shrugged her shoulders, expressing that she had no explanation for it.
Mo Han Shang’s appearance, was not within her expectations.
But, from the current situation, Mo Han Shang to them, did not harboured any ill intentions.
Her line of sight once again fell onto Mo Han Shang and the others.
He put one hand behind his back, his posture graceful and elegant, as he glanced sideways with ridicule in his eyes, at Duke Jing who was whining in pain while holding on to his arm.
He was very calm, totally not disregarding the other part.
“Yes, the Iron Blood Warriors are really something.” Mo Han Shang’s rosy red lips opened slightly, as it curled up into a cold smirk, “Since the Iron Blood Warriors are so powerful, I believe Eldest Young Master Yuchi don’t need the Mercenary Association, and they will be able to establish their own team.”
The minute these words were spoken, Yuchi Peng’s expression, completely turned dark.
He took big strides over to Duke Jing, and grabbing on to his shirt, he threw him towards the gang of members behind.
“Young Patriarch Mo, it’s Duke Jing’s first time out of the palace, and he knows nothing about the affairs outside, so if he had offended Young Patriarch Mo, I shall apologize to you on his behalf.”
“Duke Jing?” Mo Han Shang narrowed his eyes, and he shot a faintly discernable glance towards Duke Jing’s direction, as he gave a jeer, “No wonder these days, Eldest Young Master is very arrogant, so you’ve collaborated with the royal family.”
These words, made Yuchi Peng’s expression turned green and white at the same time.
“Since Duke Jing’s mind isn’t working well, then this Young Patriarch shall be magnanimous, and not haggle with you over this.” Mo Han Shang seemed as though he didn’t noticed Yuchi Peng’s cloudy expression, as he continued speaking on his own.
“Let’s do it this way, Eldest Young Master Yuchi, apologize to these people here, and beg earnestly for their forgiveness, then we shall let things pass.”
Mo Han Shang’s arm raised up as he pointed to those sixty over young men and ladies standing at the entrance of the Mercenary Association…..
