I nodded and stepped out of the room.
When I reached the hallway, eight people were standing by the door.
Fatty Two, Wu San, Si Zhuang, Knife Five, Six Thieves, Qiao Seven, Eight Axe, and Gun Nine.
This team was probably the strongest mercenary team in all of Luoyang, right?
In fact, they were already one of the top teams in all three cities.
As I looked at them, they looked back at me, each with a curious expression.
Clearly, none of them had ever
seen me before. Or, even if they had, they'd never spoken to me.
"Everyone, sorry to trouble you this time."
Seeing the eight of them remain silent, I knew how awkward it was for me to be standing here in this identity. I didn't think much of it,
but the others seemed quite uncomfortable
about it.
There was nothing for it. I had to break the ice.
The eight exchanged glances, but no one said a word. They just looked at me.
"Um... We've had some conflicts in the past, but I still want to ask for your help now. I wonder... if you'd be willing to help me, brothers?"
Our past conflicts were already behind us, but I still said it anyway.
"We... how should we address you?"
Wu San looked at me, then at the others. No one else spoke, so he must have felt there was some bad blood between us and decided to ask first.
"Mo Buyu."
Si Zhuang froze slightly when he heard that. He scratched his broad, flat head and asked hesitantly:
"Mo Buyu? Aren't you..."
I turned to look at Si Zhuang and shook my head.
"What's past is past. I don't have the strength I once did, either. Any one of you could probably beat me now,