Chapter 255: Desolate World Group (Part 2)

Chapter 255: The Hagi Group (II)

Bang!

Mo Jin slammed his palm onto the table with tremendous force, causing the teacups to leap in unison, a clear testament to the fury raging within him.

"What did you say? Say it again."

The Mo Attack team member, upon hearing this, lowered his body and leaned toward Mo Jin's ear, preparing to repeat the words he had just spoken.

But before he could open his mouth, Mo Jin roared angrily, "Haven't eaten, have you? Speak louder!"

"..."

Still not understanding, the member cautiously glanced at Gen Ben Sanro beside him, who sat slumped in his chair, eyes closed, his body swaying slightly, as if drunk from the wine they had just consumed.

Playing possum.

Mo Jin sneered inwardly, but his face remained stern as he said, "Gen Ben is my friend. There's no need to hide anything from him regarding the Tianzhi Society!"

"Yes!"

The Mo Attack member straightened his back and spoke in a low voice, "As of just now, the seventh squad dispatched on the mission has lost contact for a full quarter of an hour. According to the Mo Attack Army Combat Regulations, we can tentatively conclude that their mission has failed."

Mo Jin frowned tightly, "Is this your conclusion? Has there been no definite news from the seventh squad?"

"Yes. After the first message confirming the target, the entire seventh squad's communication system has remained silent, with no response whatsoever."

Impossible. Unless they were wiped out in an instant. Even if they encountered an overwhelming enemy, the last person to die would have had time to send a message.

The only possibility for such a situation is that the seventh squad's communication system was already blocked before they discovered the enemy.

"Xu Feng this incompetent fool, he couldn't even handle such a minor matter!"

Mo Jin pondered for a moment, then suddenly rose, grabbing the wine cup on the table and hurling it to the ground with force.

Bang!

The wine cup shattered at Gen Ben Sanro's feet, splashing wine and wetting his trousers.

Only then did the dazed Wojin, intoxicated and half-asleep, suddenly shudder and slowly open his hazy, confused eyes.

"Jin Sha, what... what's going on?"

"Nothing, just a trivial matter."

Mo Jin waved his hand casually, then turned to the Mo Attack member, his anger uncontainable as he asked,

"Zhao Qingxia is merely a Peak Mo Eight. Even with that Non-Attack girl assisting him from behind, it's absolutely impossible for him to kill an entire Mo Attack squad. Especially since this time the leader is Xu Feng. What in the world is happening?!"

"In response to Jin Sha, after analysis, we believe the one who destroyed the seventh squad is a martial dao sequence named Li Jun."

"Li Jun."

Mo Jin's face showed contemplation, "The Imperial Guard who caused a ruckus in Chongqing Prefecture not long ago? Wasn't he transferred to the Wojin area? With so many imperial ports, how did he end up in Lingshan Guard, and with such a coincidental timing?"

The Mo Attack member beside him reminded, "According to our prior intelligence, Zhao Qingxia's Mo Armor had appeared in Chongqing Prefecture before. Even if Zhao Qingxia severed the Yellow Li Dream Realm, the Mo Armor can still reverse-locate its host. Therefore, the likelihood of Li Jun being the perpetrator is very high."

Li Jun, male, formerly the Chongqing Prefecture Imperial Guard's deputy director. After the Chongqing Prefecture incident, he was demoted to a minor post and transferred to the Wojin area.

He wields a sixth-grade embroidered spring blade and an indeterminable-grade impermanence book, with strength at least at the Peak Martial Dao Seven level.

Due to the special nature of the martial dao sequence, in case of conflict, he can be treated as a sequence six.

The intelligence about Li Jun from the Mo Attack Army flowed through Mo Jin's mind like a river.

This young man, whose status in the Tianzhi Society was extraordinary, suddenly became grave-faced.

Although in Lingshan Guard, Mo Jin could directly ignore Li Jun's Imperial Guard identity.

But a master recognized by the Mo Attack Internal Intelligence Analysis Department as needing to be treated as sequence six was not someone his current forces could confront.

Moreover, considering Li Jun's relationship with Zhao Qingxia and their performance in the Chongqing Prefecture incident, the possibility of luring and turning him was very unclear. This meant he could only choose to confront him head-on.

Thinking of this, Mo Jin became extremely irritated. First, the admission qualification that originally belonged to him was revoked, falling to a lowly Zhao Qingxia, a nobody who didn't even deserve the Mo surname.

However, the Mo family's Juzi Hall had always selected people based on potential, not background, and such cases had occurred in history before.

Though he was displeased, due to the transcendent status of Juzi Hall, he could only endure it.

But Zhao Qingxia dared to be so ungrateful, not only refusing his high price to buy his technology, but even daring to secretly investigate his family's business in the Wojin area.

This was simply courting death.

Originally, such a minor character could be crushed with a flick of his fingers. But the other party had delayed for so long, and now even reinforcements had arrived, putting him in a passive position.

One mishap after another. This made Mo Jin's heart surge with resentment and anger.

The loyal Mo Attack member reminded, "According to regulations, you are now in extreme danger and need to move immediately."

"A mere Imperial Guard minor post wants this young master to scurry away like a rat? How will I survive in the Four Guards of the Near Sea? How will the Hagi Group's distinguished guests view me?"

Mo Jin suddenly turned to look at Gen Ben Sanro beside him, "Brother Gen Ben, don't you agree?"

After being awakened by the shattered wine cup at his feet, Gen Ben Sanro naturally couldn't continue pretending to be drunk. He spoke softly, "Young Master Jin, although the Hagi Group is far from the imperial homeland, they still have some understanding of major events in the empire. This martial dao sequence named Li Jun, he should be the former deputy director of the Chongqing Prefecture Imperial Guard, right?"

"Exactly, it's him, a Peak Martial Dao Seven." Mo Jin's face was ashen as he spoke.

These basic pieces of information had long been widely circulated in the Yellow Li Dream Realm. As long as they were slightly influential, almost everyone knew them, and there was no need to hide them.

However, the Mo Attack Army's analysis suggested treating him as sequence six, which Mo Jin did not mention.

"The prowess of the martial dao sequence is well-known. Especially this new branch born after the 'Division of Martial Arts', their resentment is heavier than traditional sect inheritances, and their combat power is stronger."

"Especially since he can also wield Mo Armor, his close-quarters combat strength can be further enhanced."

"All of this, this young master knows."

Mo Jin spoke in a deep voice, "Brother Gen Ben, what exactly do you want to say?"

Gen Ben Sanro smiled lightly, "I want to say, if Jin Sha needs the Hagi Group to help resolve this trouble, we can do it."

"The other party is a Peak Martial Dao Seven. Can you do it?" Mo Jin's face showed suspicion.

Gen Ben Sanro shook his head, "I can't, but that doesn't mean others in the Hagi Group can't. This time entering the imperial homeland, it's not just me, Gen Ben Sanro, who came."

"Helping friends has always been our most enthusiastic endeavor."

At this point, everyone understood, and Mo Jin no longer needed to pretend, directly asking, "If a friend helps me, what should I repay the friend with?"

Gen Ben Sanro did not speak, only silently extended three fingers.

"Thirty million silver notes? That's acceptable."

The Wojin shook his head, "How could a Martial Dao Seven lone wolf be measured by silver notes?"

Mo Jin frowned, "Then what do you want?"

"Mo Armor." Gen Ben Sanro whispered,

Mo Jin's face darkened, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Gen Ben Sanro, don't you know that Mo Armor is the core creation of the Mo family, a non-sale item?!"

"We don't need the spirit, just the basic combat consciousness."

"First the Bright Ghost, then the Armor."

Mo Jin snarled, "If you want the armor without the spirit, then this young master must first kill three awakened Bright Ghosts of the Mo Sequence, right?!"

"At least this way, you won't have to worry about the Mo Armor's technology being leaked."

Gen Ben Sanro beamed with joy, "This is a very sincere price, wouldn't you say, esteemed guest?"