Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Wang Yan smirked. In his eyes, Mo Wen's individual strength was nothing special.

Although strong, they are not to the point that he should be wary.

What slightly concerned him was the Martial God Temple founded by Mo Wen.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

Wang Yan answered the phone and held it to his ear.

The next second, his expression changed slightly.

"What? All five groups of people who accepted the commission have disappeared without a trace?"

"Has there been absolutely no news?"

Wang Yan frowned, quite surprised.

Especially when he learned that those people had disappeared on the very day they went to Xuzhou.

The smile that had appeared on her round face slowly disappeared.

"okay, I get it."

"Keep hiring people from within the industry; don't worry about the money."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan began to ponder with a blank expression.

The news he received over the phone was unexpected.

He hired someone this morning to monitor Mo Wen's mother.

Before the day was even over...

The five groups of people entrusted with the task have all disappeared without a trace.

What this reflects is quite intriguing.

"That's interesting."

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes; only now did he begin to truly value Mo Wen.

No matter how strong an individual is.

Actually, none of that matters.

Because of the rules of this continent, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot violate the law, and the influence of an individual is limited, so there will always be areas that cannot be taken care of.

Simply having great power is not enough.

Because it is difficult to guarantee the safety of the leader of the faction.

Only when individuals and forces are both strong can a behemoth be made impossible to ignore.

"Even with the cooperation between the Feng and Lu families, and the covert support of Na Du Tong, Jiangsu was surrounded like an iron barrel in just one year."

"That's impressive."

Wang Yan could see the power of the Martial God Temple from the disappearance of that group of extraordinary people.

In less than a day, all five groups that went there disappeared without a trace.

There is only one possibility.

Mo Wen had already taken precautions, had ample manpower, and his intelligence work was excellent.

"It's not easy to reach out directly, so let's try a coordinated attack first."

"Based on Mo Wen's performance at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, bringing 10 people would be enough."

Wang Yan made a decision in his heart.

Since they can't extend their reach to Jiangsu for the time being, they'll just carry out humane destruction.

And out of 10 people.

Three clan elders, Wang Qing and Wang Shuo, and five outstanding members of the clan.

The key point is that everyone can control spirits and command generals.

Yes, they all can!

Even without powerful spirits.

But as long as you invite enough spirits, plus the family's traditional painting technique—divine painting—you can succeed.

The power that this team of 10 brings together.

Wang Yan was confident that he could defeat even one of the two heroes.

It would be an absolute breeze to use it to ambush and kill a 19-year-old.

dong dong.

A knock came at the door.

Wang Yan said, "Come in."

The study door opened, and Wang Bing walked in.

Upon seeing his son, Wang Yan smiled kindly and asked with concern, "Son, what's wrong? Are you short of money?"

Wang Bing was wearing expensive black pajamas, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, his hands in his pockets, looking smug.

He shook his head: "I have enough money. I just came to take a look."

"Dad, have you come up with a plan to deal with Mo Wen?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan's expression became clear, and he smiled and said, "Are you impatient? Don't worry, this time your second and third uncles will personally lead the team, along with your second and third uncles, and other members."

"Mo Wen will definitely not escape death."

He knew what kind of personality his son had.

Being bullied like this for the first time, one is bound to feel resentful and eager for revenge.

Wang Yan also doted on Wang Bing.

This also shows that Wang Bing's development of this personality was not solely due to Wang Ai.

Wang Bing frowned and said, "Dad, he's very strong. I heard that even Feng Xingtong, who obtained the Willow Immortal, is no match for him. Are you confident this time?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan stood up, walked around the desk, and went to Wang Bing.

He placed his hands on Wang Bing's shoulders, a gentle smile appearing on his round face: "Don't worry, son. With ten of our Wang family's core members surrounding and suppressing him, we can take down even a hero."

"Mo Wen is doomed."

Wang Bing's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Wang Yan thought he was worried and comforted him, "Don't get involved in this. Dad will tell you after he dies."

"Go back and play some games to relax. If you need money, ask Dad."

Wang Bing nodded and turned to leave.

But before leaving the study, he turned back and said, "Don't overwork yourself, Dad."

After saying that, Wang Bing left.

Wang Yan, however, looked surprised, and then a broad smile spread across his face.

"Good lad, he actually cares about his old man now, he's grown up."

"Don't worry, son, your father will help you overcome the difficulties and give you an even stronger Wang family."

He then returned to his seat and began arranging other things.

The Wang family is involved in many industries and is a large family, so there are many things to deal with.

But in order to maintain the Wang family's business.

To give my son a more prosperous family.

Wang Yan is willing to work a little harder.

However, he was unaware that his son had returned to his room.

He took out another phone, edited a text message, and sent it.

After a while.

Mo Wen's phone suddenly vibrated.

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Chapter 225 Big Brother, today I'm going to fight you to the death!

The next morning, the sun rose.

At Longhu Mountain, the supernatural beings who were watching the battle got up from their dormitories early in the morning.

After a quick wash, they rushed to the canteen or to the street vendors to buy breakfast.

They looked excited, as if they were expecting something.

They left as soon as they finished eating.

In the cafeteria, the Lu family troupe was also eating breakfast around the table.

Seeing that everyone else finished eating quickly and left, hope, a tall Shandong man with a black cloak and standing at 1.6 meters, was a little puzzled. While tearing the fried dough sticks apart and soaking them in soy milk, he asked:

Why do these people look so anxious?

"Wasn't the result of the final already decided?"

Beside him, Xiao Xiao took a bite of a meat bun, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and said softly, "They want to see Mo Wen teach Zhang Chulan a lesson precisely because they know the outcome."

"Everyone is waiting to see Mo Wen beat up Wu Xing Da Jian, the shameless bastard."

"I see." hope looked enlightened, then said with some regret, "I really want to go and see it too."

"But Mo Wen is really amazing. As long as you bet on him to win, you're guaranteed to make money!"

"Beating Zhang Chulan is a no-brainer!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Linglong, Zhi Jinhua, and Bai Shixue, the three women standing beside her, had rather strange expressions.