Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning Chapter 847: 350: The Net

Chapter 847: Chapter 350: The Net

The hustle and bustle of the day eventually cos to an end.

Beneath the night sky, Luoxia City remains as peaceful as ever.

After today, Luoxia City is still the sa Luoxia City, and the Luofeng Alliance is still the sa Luofeng Alliance.

It seems that nothing has changed, but change never stops.

The study in the Ziyang Escort Agency still has a light on.

On the desk, there are stacks of information from various escort agencies.

Su Mo examines each docunt one by one, occasionally dipping his brush in ink and taking notes on a blank sheet of paper beside him.

The handwriting is unsightly because he writes so little.

The more one writes, gradually it becos sowhat proper.

While earnestly studying and organizing strategies, he also records thods with his brush.

After a while, he gently sets down the brush and rubs his brow slightly.

He picks up the teacup beside him, just about to take a sip, but suddenly looks outside the window.

After thinking for a mont, he puts down the teacup, gets up, and leaves the study, hiding in the shadows of the courtyard.

In just a few monts, several figures arrive gracefully.

They stand on the roof of a room adjacent to the study.

One person speaks up:

“Has Su, the Chief of the Escort, been slacking off with his martial arts recently?

“We’ve all made it here, yet he hasn’t noticed?”

Another voice responds:

“Maybe he’s busy with sothing?”

“Nonsense, a martial artist has keen ears and sharp eyes. With his level of martial arts, not to ntion within a hundred miles, any commotion within ten miles should not escape him.

“The fact that there’s been no reaction until now only proves that the higher one’s martial skills, the more complacent they beco.

“The renowned reputation of Donghuang’s first must have changed his heart in the end…

“Hmm, let’s see as I give him a scare.”

As he speaks, the person flips down from the roof.

The others try to stop him, but it’s too late.

Those on the rooftop see that as he jumps down, soone is already trailing behind.

Just about to warn him, Su Mo looks up at them and gestures for silence with his finger over his lips.

Seeing this, they quickly close their mouths, nod repeatedly, their eyes full of anticipation for the scene.

Su Mo is montarily speechless.

Following behind the one intending to scare him, he reaches the outside of the study window.

He sees that person listening intently outside the window for a mont, then wets his finger with saliva and pokes a hole in the window to peep inside.

But at a glance, he doesn’t see Su Mo inside.

Just when he’s surprised, he feels a sudden tightness around his waist, followed by a voice:

“What scoundrel dares to spy on ?

“Prepare to die!!”

This scare is no small matter; he feels his hair standing on end, and all his pores constricting.

Instinctively, he tries to muster force to break free, but the grip on his waist is unreasonable.

With a pinch of five fingers, half his body goes numb, rendering him immobile, lifted high above!

One hand grasping his lower back, the other his spine, about to slam him hard to the ground.

Seeing the ground approaching, about to smash his head, he hurriedly cries out:

“Spare , Hero!!”

“Hmm?”

Su Mo, with a playful look, pauses and sternly says, “How do you know I am a hero? If you don’t explain, today will be your end.”

“…”

At a loss for words, the man silently curses.

What on earth is wrong with Su Mo?

What kind of question is that?

Wanting to respond, yet montarily not knowing how.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration, and he exclaims:

“It’s , it’s ! I’m Qilin!”

“Qilin? Are you a divine beast?”

“…Outrageous, you’re the divine beast!”

“Hmm? Bold rogue, you dare curse ? Seems like I can’t let you die cheaply today, face the Suffering People Scripture of mine!”

“!!!!”

The Qilin Swordsman, utterly terrified, cries out repeatedly:

“Stop, stop, rcy, rcy!!”

“Hahaha.”

Su Mo lets out a raucous laugh: “Today, even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will save you.”

“???”

The Qilin Swordsman is stunned, how could no one co to the rescue?

Where are those who ca with ?

But before he could think further, Su Mo swings him around, ready to slam him to the ground.

The Qilin Swordsman closes his eyes, thinking his life is over!

Yet, after waiting, his head doesn’t hit the ground. Upon opening his eyes, he sees Su Mo holding him upside-down, his face full of mischievous laughter.

“You!!”

The Qilin Swordsman, furious: “You good-for-nothing, Su Mo, were you scaring on purpose!”

Su Mo releases him, Qilin Swordsman hastily presses a hand to the ground, gently pushing to flip upright.

Looking up for Yang Yizhi and the others, realizing they’re no longer on the rooftop.

“I am rely repaying in kind.”

Su Mo chuckles, “If you hadn’t first intended to tease, I wouldn’t be interested in playing around at night with Brother Qilin.

“Co, let’s go in for tea.”

With that, he leads the way into the study.

The Qilin Swordsman, grumbling, follows behind, only to find the study nearly full.

Yang Yizhi, Yu Lingxin, Ling Hongxia, Ji Feiyang, even Bei Changzhi are seated.

Yang Yizhi serves tea from the teapot to the guests with the deanor of a host.

The Qilin Swordsman surveys the room, stomping in frustration:

“Why…why didn’t any of you tell he was right behind ?”