The clear voice, laced with powerful dou qi, instantly rang throughout the Mountain Stronghold.
Inside a rather luxurious little building, several senior members of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group were drinking. Yet the moment they heard that voice, their expressions changed drastically.
"Boss, this is bad! Whoever that voice belongs to is far stronger than us. What should we do?" A scar-faced man had been thoroughly drunk, but the voice instantly sobered him up, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
"Bring your weapons and watch how things unfold. If he means no harm, we'll avoid fighting if we can. If he has a grudge against us, then even if he's a Da Dou Shi, we'll make sure he never leaves alive."
A one-eyed man at the head of the drinking table spoke gravely.
This man was none other than Mu She, leader of the Hammer Mercenary Corps.
He slowly rose and pulled a pitch-black firearm out from beneath his backside. It was actually a... submachine gun!
A short while later, the group emerged from the building, each hiding a submachine gun behind his back. But the sight before them instantly made them abandon any thought of using those weapons against their opponent.
At the center of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group's Mountain Stronghold stood an expert with Dou Qi Wings spread behind him.
That meant he was at least a Dou Wang. Against an expert like that, even the peerless divine weapons in their hands would be utterly useless.
"M-my lord, may I ask what brings you to our Wolf Head Mercenary Group?"
Mu She swallowed and quietly put away the submachine gun hidden behind his back.
How could my little Wolf Head Mercenary Group possibly be important enough to provoke a Dou Wang?
Yet as he approached Xiao Yan