Lu Yang looked at Bao Buping. He had heard of this man back when he was in the imperial capital—the vice president of the Mercenary Guild, notorious for his cunning. Though he looked bloated, as if covered in fat, that fat was actually all muscle. His clothes merely made him look unnatural.
After the imperial capital stabilized, several factions fell into internal conflict. Bao Buping killed several people in succession, revealing his true skills. Only then did people realize he had been putting on an act all along.
"With your status, you shouldn't have been sent to East Sea, should you? Something's not right here." Lu Yang frowned as he looked at Bao Buping.
Bao Buping withdrew his hand with a snicker, glanced sideways at Lu Yang, and said, "Didn't expect you to know me too. So you went to the imperial capital and learned quite a bit from Fu Yun and the others."
Lu Yang sneered and said nothing more. Since Bao Buping did not want to talk, he would not get anything out of asking. Zhang Yuan, whom he had killed earlier, had also been headed here. Now even someone of Bao Buping's standing, the Mercenary Guild's vice president, had come here. Clearly, there was something else here worth seeking.
"Bao Buping, I told you that you couldn't keep it hidden. You're still not good enough." The last sturdy man stood up. He wore very little, only a shirt. Being able to dress like that with winter approaching proved that his cultivation technique was unusual.
Bao Buping looked at the man disdainfully and let out a shrill sneer. "Zhao Cheng, how are you any better than me? You've got the nerve to laugh at me?"
Zhao Cheng could not be bothered with Bao Buping. He looked at Lu