บท 2212: Alchemist Convention (1)

Waiting in the carriage was a man dressed in black light armor. He wore a mask that concealed his entire appearance.

"Young Master Xun?" The moment the man saw Mo Yuxun, he was slightly stunned.

"Cancel the plan." Mo Yuxun gave a direct order.

"Why?" The man was somewhat at a loss. Their task tonight was to take away several alchemists from the Puko Alchemist Guild, but not long after Mo Yuxun went to guild, he came back empty-handed and gave such a completely incomprehensible order.

"Lord Ouyang has chosen this place. If you change it without permission, he…"

Before the man in black could finish speaking, Mo Yuxun had already grabbed his neck, and his slender and clean fingers tightened bit by bit, as if he could snap the other party's neck in the next second.

"I… I understand…" The man in black answered in horror.

Mo Yuxun finally put down his hand and sat in the carriage without saying a word.

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