Lin Mu, who had remained in the distance, suddenly moved and charged over.
He came before Lu Hua, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "Mind if there's one more person in on this?"
Lu Hua looked at him, a few traces of amusement on his face. "Of course I don't mind. But you already have four Banners in your hands, so the Banners I have can't be given to you."
Lin Mu nodded. "Naturally. Our goal is to make you first place. How could we possibly take so many Banners ourselves?"
"Good! Your terms are the same as well—five million, plus a Tier 3 Martial Skill!" Lu Hua said.
"No problem, but words alone prove nothing," Lin Mu said.
Lu Hua took out two sheets of paper, wrote something on them, and tossed them toward the two men.
"If there's no problem, sign them."
Lin Mu and Qian Mu gave them a quick look. Seeing nothing wrong, they signed their names.
"The four Banners in your hands are enough. As long as you don't let Tan Ci's Banner count keep rising, this contract will take effect!" Lu Hua said.
"Fine." Lin Mu nodded slightly.
He looked at Qian Mu. "Let's go."
Qian Mu froze for a moment, then nodded.
The two figures quickly departed.
As Lu Hua watched their backs, a cold sneer surfaced at the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, a figure stepped out from the shadows.
The man had dark skin, iron claws on both hands, and several scars across his face.
If Lin Mu and Qian Mu had been there, they would have recognized him at once. He was another figure as famous as Duan Wenchang.
His name was Liao Sheng, and he specialized in Claw Technique.
Warriors of the same level