"What's the rush? Haven't I come to see you in person?"
Lian Youming sat to one side, pouring tea, and replied unhurriedly.
Mangus wore a half-smile. His slightly wavy, half-curled hair was a scorched yellow, as was his thick beard. His cheeks were slightly sunken, his cheekbones prominent, and his complexion waxen yellow. As his deeply recessed eyes moved, they looked ready to bulge out.
The strange thing was that, although his Qi Dynamics were obscure throughout his body, his forehead faintly shone, as though veiled in the radiance of flowing clouds. He looked radiant, unlike an ordinary person.
"You really are something. Even in this predicament, you can still sit tight."
"Old Monk, are you trying to take advantage of my trouble? Or jack up your price? What are you scheming? Just say it!"
Lian Youming simply laid his cards on the table.
Mangus gave a harsh, grating cackle. "As shrewd as ever. Then I won't beat around the bush. You're in a bad spot, and two terrifying presences entered Hong Kong during the day. Barring any surprises, they're both here for you. Add Gu Feiyan and the others, and you and those sorry specimens under you stand no chance of resisting."
Here, he paused slightly, then said meaningfully, "I can help you!"
Lian Youming lifted his teacup at that, took a small sip, and only then said, "You certainly don't know that there's a Mystic Connection Martial Artist behind those two. And you heard what Gan Xuansu said during the day. The Gan Clan's lineage still has two Mystic Connection Old Monsters who haven't emerged."
Outside, the moon shone bright among sparse stars, and insects chirped without cease.
Mangus sneered at that. "Mystic Connection Old Monsters? If they haven't emerged, they don't count for shit! At our level,