Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Fan brought a plate of sliced fruits to the tattooed man’s room. He had also asked for a plate of salad, so Mo Fan conveniently grabbed some maggots with Telekinesis when he was passed by the stable. It was brilliant mixing these maggots that had fed on horse dung with the fruits and the salad.
“You did great. Here, take this and spend it as you please,” the tattooed man smiled when he saw the young attendant doing such a great job.
“Enjoy!” Mo Fan flicked his finger and fired a wisp of the Dark Material into the man’s body.
Mo Fan heard the man calling for him when he was about to leave. “Wait!” the man stopped Mo Fan.
Mo Fan’s heart skipped a beat. The man was no ordinary person. He was actually aware of the Dark Material? It seemed like he had no choice but to take him down first. He could learn what they were up to by slowly interrogating him!
“The fruits are pretty good. The sauce on the salad is fine too. Bring me more of them,” the man continued.
“Oh, sure, not a problem,” Mo Fan responded with a smile. He immediately withdrew the flame on his palm.
Mo Fan could not help but curse under his breath as he turned around, “What a f**king idiot!”
—
Mo Fan waited patiently for the Guild of the Wicked to make their moves. He knew exactly where the tattooed man was.
“Mo Fan, are they really from the Guild of the Wicked?” Zhao Manyan said doubtfully.
“We’ll soon find out. They should be on the move tonight. Those scum have stumbled right into us. Why shouldn’t we get rid of them once and for all?” Mo Fan said.
Mo Fan had not forgotten the cruel things that the Guild of the Wicked was responsible for. They had used children’s hearts as a substitution for the Tyrant Titans’ hearts. They never found out how many lives were lost because of these assh****. Mo Fan would feel uncomfortable if he did not take them out!
“We have no clue what they are up to. If they are only a bunch of small fries, we should just report them with an anonymous call,” Mu Bai commented.
“They are here to steal the Tyrant Titans’ organs. They don’t sound like small fries to me,” Mo Fan said.
These people had caught Mo Fan’s attention on the first day mainly because he could sense a strange Aura in their bodies. It was the ability of his Dark Vein, something like a sixth sense.
As he suspected, these people were not just some ordinary dealers on the Black Market. They were members of the infamous Guild of the Wicked!
“Harper is really something, too. He managed to attract a bunch of crooks to be his guests!” Zhao Manyan said.
“By the way, where’s Harper?” Mo Fan asked.
“He left a while ago. He was all dressed up too. He must be meeting some lusty woman again. That son of a b**ch seemed very unhappy when he saw us. He even scolded me. I didn’t bother getting back at him. Otherwise, he would be going to his date with a limp tonight!” Zhao Manyan said dismissively.
“Mm, I think he wants to chase us away because we haven’t paid him after staying here for so long,” Mu Bai said.
“Get over it, he’s just a greedy pervert,” Mo Fan said helplessly.
—
Mo Fan stayed at the inn the whole night. He thought the tattooed man was up to something tonight, but he had stayed in his room instead.
Mo Fan was a little confused. Could it be that he had sent out his lackeys instead?
He was watching the wrong person if that was the case. He did not have a chance to spread the Dark Material onto the man with the black bandana.
—
The man with a black bandana and the other two blond men who barely talked came back to the inn late that night. They did not stay in the lobby for long, heading straight to their leader’s room.
“Boss, I saw those three on my way here,” the man with a black bandana said.
“I know, I’m keeping an eye on them.”
“Should we take them out too?”
“The military and the Parthenon Temple are nearby. They are on alert at the moment. We’ll do it once I erase our traces. Mm, just a little longer,” the tattooed man said.
“We did our job too. Hehe, we made it look like the guy was attacked by a robber in a dark alley…” the man with a black bandana reported.
—
Mo Fan was not eavesdropping on the group. The tattooed man was being very cautious. He had set up some well-hidden magic Formations to confine their voices. Mo Fan had no clue how strong these people were, so he did not dare to expose himself.
“I didn’t expect he was only sending his lackeys out. We missed out on the opportunity to follow them and see what they were up to,” Mo Fan muttered.
The tattooed man had come back alone after the meeting in the grove. His lackeys did not return before now, thus Mo Fan never had the chance to mark them. He had no clue where they had gone.
“We are using a long line to catch a big fish. We shouldn’t alert them for the time being,” Mu Bai said.
Thud! Thud!
There were knocks on the door as they were talking.
“HAHA, I thought Harper would fool around until the next morning. I didn’t think he would come back so early. (Sigh), so what if he has hooked up with a lot of ladies, he couldn’t even satisfy them!” Zhao Manyan rose to his feet and went to the door.
He was stunned as soon as he opened the door. A strong smell caught him by surprise!
The man at the door was covered in blood from his chest to his pants. Even his hands had bloodstains everywhere. If Zhao Manyan had not recognized him as Harper, he would have reflexively sliced him with his Light Magic!
Mo Fan and Mu Bai smelled the blood too. They immediately came outside.
“Mu Bai, save him!” Zhao Manyan helped Harper into the room, but the man was grabbing onto the door frame tightly. He was oddly strong for a dying man, and reluctant to come inside.
“Ru…run!” Harper grabbed Zhao Manyan by his collar.
“You’re almost dead!” Zhao Manyan was not sure what to do. He was not a Healer.
Harper had sustained serious injuries. The spot his hand was covering kept bleeding. Mu Bai tried to treat the wounds, but he was not a Healer, either. His methods were not very effective on a dying person.
“Ru…run! They…” Harper was using all his strength to utter the words.
