Hand over your first mission

Which meant that, this Iron Blood Warriors mercenary group…. was ruined, completely ruined.

"Young Patriarch Mo, no matter what I'm still Eldest Young Master of the Yuchi family, you…. you should at least give the Yuchi family some face..." The veins on Yuchi Peng's forehead were popping out, as he clenched his fists tightly, enduring the anger which was shown on his face.

"Pooh!" Mo Han Shang gave a loud pooh, as he scorned in disdain, "Face? If this Young Patriarch killed someone in your Yuchi family, then ask you to give me face, will you goddamn gave this this face?"

Yuchi Peng's face flushed red from suffocating his anger as his gaze was filled with maliciousness.

"Even if you don't give Yuchi Peng face, you ought to give this Duke face right! This Duke is Uncle Monarch's favourite Duke!" Duke Jing heard that, and hurriedly raised his voice.

Mo Han Shang laughed coldly, "Your face, is even more worthless!"