Chapter 935: Rich as a Country
Only after completely smearing Jing Jing'er and Kong Kong'er on the wall did Mo Cheng calm down.
Looking at the large piece of blood and flesh on the city wall, Mo Cheng couldn't help but cover his forehead, "Really..."
Killing Jingjing'er and Kongkong'er was not something that needed to be considered, but if they were to be killed in this way, it would be best not to let the news spread.
Otherwise, this would not be a good thing for Mo Cheng's reputation.
But if we trace this matter back to the beginning, it was because Jingjing'er and Kongkong'er were too greedy.
If they just wanted the [rare treasure], Mo Cheng would let them leave without saying a word.
Unfortunately, they wanted not only the [Rare Treasure], but also intended to complete the bounty on Yue Yao, and Yue Yao happened to be Mo Cheng's mission target, so there was no need to discuss anything else.
He threw out a spark, which bounced off the wall and hit the flesh, then immediately began to burn.
The fire was extremely fierce. In a very short time, it burned the flesh and blood scroll that Mo Cheng had spent a lot of time to create, leaving no blood or smell.
The massacre just now was just an act of venting. Now that his anger has subsided, Mo Cheng has no intention of letting this thing stay.
After the fire had cleared everything, Mo Cheng looked at the wall and suddenly asked, "You've been watching for so long, aren't you planning to come out?"
No one answered, and Mo Cheng seemed to be talking to the air.
"What a boring move."
For a master assassin, determining whether there are ambushes around is like an instinct, not to mention that Mo Cheng's eyes are glowing with gold at this time.
Although the template of [Monkey King] has not yet been collected, [ Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils ] is now a probabilistic skill that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't, but when it is running, Mo Cheng can [see] more than just a few things.
Another spark popped out, and that spark grew in the wind, and in an instant it turned into a dragon head with a wide-open mouth, biting towards somewhere.
Perhaps they knew that Mo Cheng had really discovered them and it was useless to hide any longer, or they might have wanted to talk to Mo Cheng. When Mo Cheng made his move, four figures emerged in the void, and the four of them simultaneously cast different spells.
Then the four people gathered their strength together, forming a black and white Tai Chi diagram. After the Tai Chi diagram blocked the impact of the flame dragon head, it began to rotate continuously to dissolve the power of the dragon head.
Tai Chi is like a millstone. The power of the dragon head is consumed and worn away, and finally turns into a ball of scattered sparks.
Mo Cheng looked at the four people with interest, and he became more interested in watching how they dissolved their own power.
"interesting."
"Greetings, Mr. Qilin." One of the four who seemed to be the leader spoke up, "My master invites you to discuss the matter of Runxia, the leader of [Nanli Daoyu]."
As he spoke, the leader took out an invitation, walked up to Mo Cheng without caring about his own danger, and presented the invitation to him with both hands.
Mo Cheng took the invitation casually, but had no intention of opening it. Instead, he inferred some information based on the other party's words and his own understanding.
"Your master wants to talk to me about Yueyao, so he must be related to this matter, and he is not a direct enemy of Yueyao."
If they were the enemies who wanted to kill Yue Yao, there wouldn't be just four people.
At least on the other side, the body that transformed into a [strange treasure] with the [Seventy-two Transformations] did not sense the presence of any hostility.
Their [target] is themselves, not Yueyao.
"Then there are only two possibilities for him to talk to me about Yueyao. One is for me to continue to protect Yueyao, and the other is for me to leave Yueyao."
It is possible that the other party will offer to protect first and then leave, but the probability of this happening is too small to be considered.
"So where does your master stand?"
Mo Cheng raised a finger and turned the invitation on his fingertips. "He and Yueyao are probably not in a relationship, otherwise he wouldn't have to avoid Yueyao to invite me to the banquet. But he is not a direct enemy of Yueyao , otherwise you wouldn't dare to appear in front of me..."
Once the information presented is confirmed, the inferences behind it will naturally emerge.
"so……"
Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes, "Your master probably wants to kill the financial backers, backers, and patrons behind Yue Yao and the others. He feels that he has no actual conflict with me, and he may even be planning to recruit me."
"Am I right?"
Although it was a question, the tone of the sentence was declarative. For Mo Cheng, this kind of thing was not uncommon.
It can be said that this kind of plot that gives options is often encountered in missions, and even among players, this kind of thing has happened quite often.
On the eve of that global event, Mo Cheng himself was approached for business cooperation, but he declined at that time.
"If you want to know all this, my host will be waiting for you at the banquet."
The leader did not answer, but left a few words and disappeared with the other three companions.
Mo Cheng had no intention of keeping them, mainly because these people posed no threat at all. Of course, another point was that their straightforwardness made Mo Cheng a little curious about their master .
He looked at the invitation carefully. It felt heavy, with a festive red exterior. The ink used was gold, and the handwriting was vigorous and powerful.
The paper should be very valuable. This was the student's subconscious reaction to the four treasures of the study, but Mo Cheng couldn't tell how valuable they were.
When I opened the invitation, I saw a lot of compliments written in golden fonts on it.
But none of these could arouse Mo Cheng's interest. What really interested him was the signature on the invitation.
"Hundreds and thousands? There really are people with names like that."
A strange name, but in a sense it is very innovative.
"Hundreds and millions, the president of the [World Chamber of Commerce] is known to be [rich enough to rival a country] and [rich enough to make a god]."
Yue Yao walked slowly closer from a distance, took a look at the invitation in Mo Cheng's hand, and nodded, "The president still likes to use things that look expensive at first glance."
Indeed, based on the weight of the invitation in his hand, Mo Cheng thought that if he melted it, he could probably get out one or two taels of gold.
"He dares to call me by such a nickname. It seems that he is really rich."
Mo Cheng did not hide his thoughts on what had just happened, and before Yue Yao could ask, he said, "Just now, the president of the [World Chamber of Commerce] sent someone to invite me to a banquet."
"Oh." Yue Yao's lips curled up slightly, "So Mo Cheng is going to keep the appointment? Bai Qianwan is a very wealthy man. Although I don't like his taste, he is indeed rich enough to rival a country."
