Given the formidable skill Meng Zhao had displayed just now, even if ten more Wen Family experts came, they would only be serving themselves up on a platter. There was no way they could deal with such a young overlord of the martial world.
No wonder his subordinates had inflicted such heavy losses on the bandits secretly backed by the Wen Family, nearly wiping them out. There was a reason for it.
After pondering for a moment, the somewhat shorter Wen Family man said,
"Thirty li outside Changhe County lies a group supported by our Wen Family, who ordinarily gather intelligence. We never expected them to clash with the men under Hero Li. The Wen Family sent the two of us here this time precisely to ease the relations between our two sides and resolve this conflict."
Naturally, those words were lies, but after witnessing Meng Zhao's formidable martial arts, they were not entirely untrue to the man's heart.
When facing ignorant, weak people, one naturally had to crush and sweep them aside with the force of thunder striking a den, thereby defending one's family's dignity.
Yet if one encountered a top expert like Meng Zhao, backed by a powerful force of unknown depth, insisting on retaliation would be an exceptionally foolish decision. The short Wen Family man would never pay for the foolish decision of other fools with his own life.
Even if he had to quarrel bitterly with his family, he was determined to ease the hostility between Meng Zhao and the Wen Family. That was also in line with what he had said.
He carried Wen Family blood in his veins and was a member of the Wen Family. Naturally, he had the right to make his own decisions and choices.
No one stipulated that a single