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Seeing Tie Xiongfei's delight, the Masked Man nodded in satisfaction as well. It was good that he was willing to obey. Lingwu City was an exclusionary place, and he did not have many men here he could use. This man possessed formidable martial arts and decent ability—a talent indeed, worthy of some promotion.

"Fine, but how exactly are we supposed to deal with Meng Zhao? He is now the head of the Meng Family in Lingwu City. Not only does he have experts gathered beneath him like clouds, able to casually field more than a dozen Innate Realm Warriors, his background is also unfathomably deep and his connections intricate. He has ties with all those influential figures in Lingwu City's upper ranks.

"When my Iron Hand Society was destroyed before, those people were no small part of the reason—they kicked me while I was down.

"And Song Zhiwen previously said that Dark Sun once dispatched an ace assassin to kill Meng Zhao. He even meddled in it himself and lent a hand, yet it still ended in failure. They could not do a thing to Meng Zhao. Trying to deal with him is easier said than done!"

Tie Xiongfei's words both described Meng Zhao's difficulty and terror to the Masked Man and sought a strategy from him.

No matter how pleasant the words, if they could not touch Meng Zhao, every plan was empty talk, incapable of being put into practice.

The Masked Man thought for a moment, feeling quite troubled as well. If Meng Zhao had truly been so easy to eliminate, he would have killed him the moment he showed signs of breaking away.

Unfortunately, he had been tied down by a major matter at the time, unable to split himself in two. He had neither the energy