Anger

Old Demon Qiu's eyes narrowed as he spoke.

He was not angry. Rather, he sounded dignified.

Mo Ziqi stepped back in fear.

Even their elders had to be polite when they saw the higher-ups of the Network.

Even his ancestor, the sect master of the Immortal Feather Grotto-Heaven, was afraid of him.

When Mo Ziqi came today, even if he did not make this deal, he would have to pay the price. These were the rules of the Network. If he did not obey, even the Mo family would not be able to protect him!

Mo Ziqi took a few deep breaths and nodded. He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I agree! However, I hope that you can successfully kill Zhang Shan!"

Old Demon Qiu smiled. After all the items were presented, he waved his hand.

"Go! Find Zhang Shan and bring his soul back. Let Elder Mo have a good look at the capabilities of our organization!"

"Yes, sir!"

 A gloomy voice rang out and Mo Ziqi's heart trembled.