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Love me tender, Overlord

In the 21st century, she was the talented leader of the hidden family clan, once she crossed over, she became the number one waste? Break off an engagement? A good-for-nothing? Open your eyes and see clearly! This lady here can just throw you into the skies and let you be closer to the sun. With a red fan in hand to blow the world into a whirl of chaos, carving a name for herself under the skies.

benkhere · Book&Literature
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Chapter 477

This mission was delayed because of this.

Ye Qing Luo went to look for Yuchi Peng to probe for news while The World group's other youngsters packed up their things and returned to Yan Xiao Yi's mansion.

Mo Han Shang naturally followed along to the mansion.

With the addition of a new member, Qiao Jin lent a set of clothes to Di Mo Xuan and the team's clothes were reduced by a few sets.

After he took Mo Han Shang's measurements, he went out to find someone to make a few sets of The World group's uniform.

The Iron Blood Warrior Mercenary Group was gloomy.

Yuchi Peng's face was filled with hostility. As he walked, he gritted his teeth.

Duke Jing followed by his side and his hand was already bandaged properly as it hung in front of his chest.

"Yuchi Peng, don't worry. This grudge, this Duke will definitely let Uncle Monarch take revenge for this Duke!" Duke Jing lowered his head as he took a look at his wrist.

The pain of being broken still lingered in his bones.

Just thinking about it made him feel a dull pain in his hand.

"When I get back, I'll tell Uncle Monarch about what happened today. It's just a Mercenary Union. As long as I give the order, Uncle Monarch will definitely send troops to destroy the Mercenary Union!"

Duke Jing raised his head proudly as he had already imagined the scene of him saying these words in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to act on it.

"Idiot!"

A low reprimanding voice could be heard through gritted teeth.

Duke Jing's brows creased as he stared towards the direction of the voice, "Yuchi Peng, what did you say?!"

Yuchi Peng's heart was filled with frustration.

For the sake of the Predators, he had spent so much time and poured in all his efforts.

He wanted to soar into the sky after registering as a mercenary group.

But …

He didn't expect that a group of young girls who were still wet behind the ears would disrupt all his plans.

Not only did the Predators not soar to the top, but they also became a joke in the eyes of all the mercenary groups, losing all face.

He was the young master of the Yuchi family, the leader of the Iron Blood Warriors …

But he had to apologize to a little girl.

Bowing down to a young boy!

All these, were all thanks to that young lass, that Mo Han Shang!

Filled with anger and unwillingness, Duke Jing, this brainless fool was still chattering away beside his ears.

Yuchi Peng felt increasingly irritated.

"I say, you're a …"

The moment he said that, Yuchi Peng suddenly came back to his senses.

His eyes were gloomy and cold as he stared coldly at Duke Jing for some time and the vicious aura around him gradually dissipated a little.

"There's something that Duke Jing doesn't know about." When Yuchi Peng opened his mouth once again, his voice had already reverted back to his usual gentleness and calmness.

"The Mercenary Association is spread across the four continents of Nirvana Realm and every main city has a Mercenary Association branch. Does Duke Jing know what this means?"

Duke Jing's face sunk as he was still bearing a grudge against Yuchi Peng for scolding him earlier.

He snorted coldly and turned his face away, looking very much like a child throwing a tantrum.

Yuchi Peng restrained the impatience and disgust in his eyes and continued to explain. "This means that the influence of the Mercenary Association in the Nirvana Realm is absolutely not inferior to the four great profounder clans."

"It's not just the four great profounder clans that have to be amiable before the Mercenary Association. Even the monarchs of the four continents have to give the Mercenary Association some face."

In other words, even the four great profound practitioner clans and the monarch had to give face to the Mercenary Association. Even if he asked the monarch to send troops to the Mercenary Association, the monarch would absolutely not agree.