Chapter 10: Delivery?

Chapter 10: Delivery?

After pocketing the silver ticket and taking one last look at the corpse, Su Mo couldn't help but feel regret.

Not for this person, but for not searching the bodies of those who had died earlier...

"This is a considerable loss of money."

Although it seemed that wandering heroes often disregarded wealth,

Su Mo was not one of them...

Money was a good thing, and the more, the better—especially when he had an escort agency to manage. This made it even more precious.

"There were four people in the woods, and now two are dead. The remaining one man and one woman are still unknown. The woman is called Hu Piaopiao... Why have I never heard of any of these people?"

In the world of martial arts, there was always fame and profit to be gained.

Profit came from various sources, diverse and plentiful.

But a good reputation was a valuable asset in the martial world.

Though Su Mo was new to the martial world, he was not unprepared. He had studied the famous names and stories circulating within it.

Unfortunately, neither this Mountain Flipper nor Hu Piaopiao were familiar to him.

Turning around, he continued towards Ji Mingyi through Peach Blossom Forest: "There was no communication on this Mountain Flipper with the others. It seems they were indeed operating independently. However, each of them harbored hidden motives yet acted in collusion. Could it be they don't worry about the Mechanism Lock falling into one person's hands without sharing it?"

"Perhaps there must be some mutual constraints."

However, these people's connections were secretive, and their goals were significant. Su Mo could not figure out their methods of mutual control in a short time.

After learning about the Mechanism Lock, Su Mo wanted even less to get involved in this mess.

Everything he did now was out of necessity. Once he delivered the item, he hoped to leave smoothly.

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...

Su Mo had expected the situation to become even more complicated.

After all, each of the original four individuals had their own skills.

Now, with two gone, two remained.

Even though only two people were left, the possibilities were endless.

On one hand, Su Mo didn't understand how these four people acted in collusion.

The one who claimed to be surnamed Xu in the Falling Flower Pavilion didn't know that Chef Zhou was already dead. But did the other two know that both he and Chef Zhou had met their end?

If they knew, their next moves would likely be more intense and unpredictable.

If they didn't know... they should have different plans waiting for him.

More importantly, what was the deal with the hidden killer?

This person's target wasn't him, yet they inadvertently helped clear obstacles for him...

But the means were ruthless, putting him in a precarious position.

And what about the old and young pair who appeared that night? Were they related to this matter?

All these threads intertwined into a tangled mess, making the situation even more chaotic.

Yet, Su Mo never expected...

He arrived directly at Ji Mingyi without any further incidents!

No one pretended in the teahouse to lure him into a trap.

No one invited him to dinner to interrogate him or seize the brocade box.

For the latter, Su Mo was actually quite disappointed.

After all, the journey had increased his costs significantly. If someone had offered meals along the way, he could have saved money and eaten well.

After all, anyone offering a meal wouldn't serve just plain food, right?

Unfortunately, such luck only happened once.

At this moment, he stood in front of Yuquan Inn, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped inside.

"Welcome, sir! Are you here for a meal or lodging?"

As soon as he entered, a waiter greeted him enthusiastically.

"I'm looking for someone."

Su Mo smiled. "Waiter, could you please ask if there's a gentleman named Wang Xianglin here?"

"Ah?"

The waiter was taken aback but nodded. "Yes, there is a Mr. Wang. Why don't you sit down and have some tea while I go check?"

"Sure, thank you."

Su Mo was also very polite, and under the guidance of the waiter, he sat down. A pot of clear tea was quickly placed in front of him.

He picked up the teacup, glanced at it briefly, and then poured a little tea into the cup, gently shaking it.

After discarding the tea water, he then refilled the cup and took a sip to moisten his throat.

His ears twitched slightly as he overheard a few waiters whispering nearby.

"Another person here to see that Mister Wang."

"Indeed. I wonder who this Mister Wang is. There have been two or three people looking for him these past few days..."

"Speaking of which, one of the men who came before looked extremely frightened when he left?"

"That's nothing... I didn't even see the woman leave. When I went back into the room later, there was no trace of her either."

Su Mo lowered his head to drink his tea, listening to their conversation. As he gently put down the teacup, the waiter who had gone upstairs to inquire returned.

"This guest, Mister Wang invites you in."

The waiter smiled and said, "Room One on the first floor, just go up to the second floor and turn left at the end. Help yourself."

"Thank you."

Su Mo clasped his fists in gratitude and ascended the stairs.

In no time, he stood in front of Room One. He lightly knocked on the door, and a voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, he saw a middle-aged man holding a book, completely absorbed in its contents.

His other hand held a teacup, but he had forgotten to drink from it.

"Are you Wang Xianglin?"

Su Mo looked at the man and asked.

The man raised his head and glanced at Su Mo, seemingly annoyed by the interruption. He frowned, "If not me, could it be you?"

"Haha, certainly not."

Su Mo said with a smile, "I am Su Mo, the head of Ziyang Escort Agency. I've been entrusted to bring you something."

"Something?"

Wang Xianglin looked at Su Mo, "What is it?"

Without hesitation, Su Mo took out the brocade box and placed it on the table.

Wang Xianglin's eyes, which had been indifferent, suddenly changed when he saw the box: "Hmm?"

He abruptly looked up at Su Mo, "Who sent you with this box?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

Wang Xianglin was stunned, putting down his book and teacup, reaching out to grab the box.

But in the next moment, Su Mo placed his hand on top of the box.

"What do you mean by this?"

Wang Xianglin frowned deeply, looking at Su Mo.

Su Mo became even more serious, speaking slowly and emphatically: "Pay first!"