As these thoughts ran through his mind, the killing intent surging within Meng Zhao gradually subsided. When he looked at Gou Shuping again, there was even a hint of appreciation in his eyes—not for any other reason, but because of Gou Shuping's unusual talent.
These days, there was no shortage of capable fighters. Meng Zhao had experts beneath him as numerous as clouds, masters falling like rain, but truly specialized talents were exceedingly rare. Someone as scarce as Gou Shuping could only be compared to Yuan Bin, whom he had recruited back in Kunnan Yunhua County.
Yuan Bin excelled at controlling and breeding strange insects. After following Meng Zhao to Lingwu City, he had received vigorous support.
Though this Brocade Mouse could not compare to Yuan Bin, his ability to command White Mice was no minor skill. More importantly, these White Mice had managed to fool both Meng Zhao and Flood Dragon Little Nine. How could their value be insignificant?
He was always more tolerant toward unusual talents and would not hold prejudice against them because of what they had done before.
"What are you planning to do now? Your identity has been exposed, and you have fallen into my hands. Have you thought about how this will end?"
Meng Zhao's words made Gou Shuping lift his head in startled delight. That tone did not sound as though Meng Zhao intended to kill him. Yet when he faced Meng Zhao's handsome features, brimming with aggression and oppression, he immediately lowered his head again and said softly,
"This lowly one will obey General Lu in all things. Whatever you say, I will do. There will be no second word from me."
Gou Shuping had wandered the martial world for many years and had seen much. Though he had known Meng Zhao