"Is this really feasible?"
In the pavilion, Su Mo sat down and took a sip from his teacup.
It seems that today's visit didn't accomplish much, apart from drinking tea.
"What's not feasible about it?"
Yang Xiaoyun sneered, "Although Wu Daoyou is the Deputy City Lord of Luoxia City, our Iron Blood Escort Agency is not someone to be trifled with either. Proposing a ten-year term is already giving enough face to Wu Chengfeng. If they really anger me, watch as I take up my spear, storm into Wu Mansion, and leave him with a face blooming like peach blossoms?"
Su Mo nodded, actually believing that Yang Xiaoyun was capable of doing such a thing.
The Iron Blood Escort Agency, with Yang Yizhi, the Iron Blood Dragon Spear, as their banner, indeed need not fear others.
But he was curious, "What came over Wu Chengfeng this time?"
"Ah, that's a long story."