"Sir."
Shang Yi hurried over with more than fifty people and reported to Meng Wuchang, who was gazing into the distance, "Everything is ready, as per your instructions."
Meng Wuchang nodded silently, his gaze never leaving the distant villa.
He followed Ji Tang, making their way to this villa, three li away from the Divine Capital.
Clearly, this villa was one of the strongholds of the Azure Dragon Association, and Meng Wuchang was very sure of it, having destroyed many of their strongholds before.
This time, he didn't rush in recklessly to hit them where it hurt, as he had done before.
The half-length mechanical arm, cold as ice on his right side, and the burns covering his body reminded Meng Wuchang how heavy the price of underestimating Gong Ziyu would be.
He had lost part of his arm and his unblemished skin last time; if he underestimated his opponent again, what he would lose would be his life.
"Shang Yi," Meng Wuchang called.
"Present."
