The fat man: "??!"
Ding Zhenzong froze, then hurriedly explained, "Sorry, sorry, I remembered wrong. We're the masters. We're the people you're looking for. Don't let our strange outfits fool you—we're very capable and can deal with the strange things you've encountered!"
After being put through so many missions, Ding Zhenzong had become much more honest.
"Oh, I see. Our family believes in winning people over with virtue. If you masters don't want to go, please don't force yourselves," the man said considerately.
"We don't mind, we don't mind."
"In that case, please follow me, masters. Our Second Young Master has been waiting for you for quite some time. He wanted to come and welcome you personally, but..." As the man spoke, he couldn't help sighing, and his eyes reddened slightly.
But after what had happened before, no one dared to say a word. They were all afraid of being made an example of and shot.
To be honest, after going through so many missions, they had more or less come to terms with life and death. They could accept being killed by a ghost in a mission, but they couldn't accept being shot in one.
That was just too humiliating.
After speaking, the man led the way. They took several turns and came to an alley, where a horse-drawn carriage stood. The moment they saw it, they all felt as if they had traveled back in time.
After all, they were in the prosperous metropolis of Shanghu. It would take them a while to adjust their thinking.
"Second Young Master, they're here." The man went up to the carriage and stood respectfully beside it.
The curtain over the carriage doorway was drawn back, revealing a handsome young man with delicate features, dressed in traditional clothes. To their surprise, he