Whether or not they took on the case was not what Eight-Armed Crocodile Dragon and the others truly cared about. What they feared was that the fiend responsible for countless bloody crimes would vanish without a trace. Then, even if Meng Zhao were willing to act, if they could not find the man, what good would it do to cry over spilled milk?
So it was not that they could not keep their cool and insisted on getting an answer. They had no choice but to be anxious. If they were not, avenging themselves would be fraught with uncertainty. And if they could not take revenge, what would all they had done these past days amount to?
Of course, there was another crucial point.
Whether it was Eight-Armed Crocodile Dragon or the others, they all held a certain confidence in Meng Zhao. This Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King possessed unrivaled divine skill, his martial prowess peerless beneath heaven. He absolutely had the strength to avenge them.
Yet if he had the strength but kept shirking them, perhaps ultimately causing their revenge to fail, that was also one reason they had remained so agitated.
Though Elder Wang could not truly share their hatred, he was, after all, a man of broad experience and possessed some empathy. He said, "Have you ever considered this? If the Meng Family did not wish to interfere in this matter, did not wish to uphold justice for you, avenge you, and hunt down or even capture and kill that fiend, then why would they let you stay here, feed and house you well every day? Would it not be better simply to send you away and have you seek another path?"
"Hmph, Elder Wang, perhaps this is precisely where the Meng Family is being