Chapter 592 The Team Is Mine
Cheng Mo's hand streaked across Huang Chen's neck like an eagle's claw. Their strength was not on the same level. This strike would surely result in a gush of blood.
"Scratch!"
With a sound of metal clashing and friction, Huang Chen was unharmed. A jet-black staff blocked his path.
The newcomer was a middle-aged bald man with an unspeakable weariness in his eyes.
"Northern Mystic War God!"
Cheng Mo was shocked to see the person before him. He had sensed the immense aura long ago, but he never expected the newcomer to be a War God.
The Four Great War Gods of the East Azure, West White, South Vermilion, and Northern Mystic not only held great prestige in the martial world but were also responsible for maintaining order.
For instance, martial artists were forbidden from assassinating ordinary people!
Huang Chen's face lit up with joy: "Lord Northern Mystic!"
Northern Mystic nodded slightly. He had come to Modu today at Huang Chen's invitation, as Huang Chen had claimed there was a major matter requiring his assistance.
As Northern Mystic's gaze swept past, he suddenly turned back to stare at Huang Chen. Huang Chen's injuries from years ago were partly his responsibility. He had even sought out the Heavenly Physician Hall for Huang Chen, but even they had no solution.
Logically, Huang Chen should never have recovered, yet now he could feel the fluctuations of internal energy from him…
"Old Huang, has your injury recovered?"
Just as Huang Chen was about to answer, a fierce shout suddenly came from not far away: "Stop chatting, apprehend Cheng Mo first!"
Northern Mystic frowned. The tone of the speaker seemed to be ordering him around?
Cheng Mo had recognized him just now and stated his identity. Did the person speaking now not even know the title of War God?
However, the voice felt strangely familiar.
With a casual glance behind him, Northern Mystic's eyes widened in shock at a familiar face breaking through the shattered ink-like energy.
"How are you here?"
Before Northern Mystic could finish speaking, Cheng Mo attacked.
"So what if you're the Northern Mystic War God? I've been a Grandmaster for decades and have never killed a War God. Today, I'll give it a try!" Cheng Mo's eyes were almost frenzied. He had to win today.
Cheng Mo could no longer afford to care about anything else. Taking Su Ya, his cultivation cauldron, and hiding was the only thought in his mind.
A scornful smile flickered across Northern Mystic's face. Without a word, his Black Iron Staff was planted firmly in front of him.
No matter how Cheng Mo attacked, he was repelled by Northern Mystic's staff, and the rebound force made Cheng Mo feel as if his internal organs had shifted.
Seizing the moment when Cheng Mo was stabilizing his internal organs, Northern Mystic moved, no longer merely defending.
A golden light burst from Northern Mystic's gleaming bald head, and then his entire body changed color. His bronze skin was like a Lohan descending to earth.
Northern Mystic gently pushed out his palms. To outsiders, the speed of this palm strike was extremely slow, yet Cheng Mo stood there like an idiot, motionless. Only when the palms reached him did Cheng Mo suddenly dodge.
"Where do you think you're going?" Chen Yang's ghost-like voice rang out from behind Cheng Mo.
Those few seconds had been enough for Chen Yang to completely disperse the ink-like energy.
No matter how strong Cheng Mo's footwork was, it couldn't compare to Chen Yang's Heavenly Movement Secret Technique.
Intercepted, Cheng Mo took two solid palm strikes from Northern Mystic.
At that instant, the sound of his bones cracking reverberated in Cheng Mo's mind. With a wail, Cheng Mo collapsed rigidly between the two.
Looking at the fallen Cheng Mo, Northern Mystic raised a hand and began to murmur to himself.
Chen Yang paid it no mind; it wasn't the first time he had seen Northern Mystic do this.
At first, Chen Yang found it strange and tried to eavesdrop. He thought it was some kind of mantra for guiding souls, but after learning what Northern Mystic was chanting, Chen Yang could only feel deep contempt.
After stabilizing the injuries of Huang Chen and the Heavenly Kill Pavilion brothers, Chen Yang then asked, "Su Ya, weren't you here to negotiate with the association? How did you run into this old fellow Cheng Mo?"
Su Ya tightly clutched Chen Yang, not letting go for a moment. Everything that had just happened had thoroughly terrified her.
After recovering for a while, she explained the whole ordeal to Chen Yang.
She had indeed come to negotiate with the association, but she hadn't expected that the Zhou family was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.
"The Zhou family is a major shareholder of the association, and all the matters of the association targeting our company were directed by the Zhou family!"
Chen Yang had suspected this before, but for the Zhou family to be able to direct the association to expel members was somewhat overstepping.
Huang Chen, standing beside them, gave a wry smile: "Logically speaking, the Zhou family is merely a sponsor, but Zhou Yuanwei threatened the Modu association, so they had no choice but to comply."
"As soon as I found out about this, I rushed over."
"However, the only person from the Zhou family who came was Cheng Mo."
Before he could finish speaking, the Northern Mystic War God suddenly interjected: "Old Huang, as far as I know, this Cheng Mo is not part of the Zhou family, is he?"
Hearing this, Chen Yang's brow furrowed, and his eyes fixed on Northern Mystic.
Was he making excuses for the Zhou family?
Under Chen Yang's intense gaze, the Northern Mystic War God became somewhat flustered and quickly explained: "This is the truth."
Huang Chen looked at the Northern Mystic War God with some confusion.
After the battle just now, Huang Chen had a complete understanding of Chen Yang's strength.
A top-tier Grandmaster!
Even more terrifying was his youth.
Although he didn't know Chen Yang's background, he could tell that the Northern Mystic War God knew him at least.
After Huang Chen had his men take away the unconscious Cheng Mo, Chen Yang winked at the Northern Mystic War God, and the two slowly walked towards the balcony.
As soon as the balcony door was closed, they both asked in unison: "How are you here?"
"How are you here?"
The Northern Mystic War God shrugged and said, "Let me go first. Old Huang is one of my people. He was injured on a mission once, which is why he retired. I'm here today at Old Huang's request to help deal with a team that offended the Zhou family."
Chen Yang finally remembered Huang Chen's words from yesterday. So, Huang Chen's offer to help him deal with this matter meant inviting this person over.
If it was just a matter of a team, a War God's influence would surely be effective.
However, not many people could enlist the help of a War God. He hadn't expected Huang Chen to pull this string for his sake.
"Don't just stay silent, have you become mute after not seeing each other for years?"
Facing Northern Mystic's taunt, Chen Yang rolled his eyes: "It's fine to tell you, that team is my team."
Northern Mystic wasn't foolish. After everything that had just happened, he already had a clue.
However, when Chen Yang said it himself, Northern Mystic was still somewhat shocked.
But this meeting, Chen Yang brought him even more shock than this.
"I'm now the security supervisor of Yangyangyang Company, considered one of the higher-ups. The team was founded by our company, so it's fine for me to say the team is mine, right?"
This time, Northern Mystic was so shocked his jaw dropped.