The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1004 - 1003: Miss Lu, Emergency in the Jianghu!

Du Xiaofu looked at the empty space behind Mo Fan and instantly understood that the Chixia Sect had suffered a heavy blow this time; they couldn’t even send out a few decent disciples.

Fighting Mo Fan one-on-one might be a bit of a struggle, but the twenty-plus people he had brought along were all skilled. He still had a good chance of winning.

Mo Fan couldn’t even be bothered to explain anymore. His icy demeanor emphasized one last time, "Your boss is really not on our mountain—swear to god, not here."

"What if he is?"

"If your boss is here, then I’ll..."

Mo Fan glanced around the area and pointed at the enormous stone lions by the doorway, "I’ll swallow those two whole! Do you believe me?!"

Du Xiaofu raised a finger to point at Mo Fan, and it all became clear to him.

The other side was dead set against cooperating.

Fine, if that’s what you want, I’ll entertain you!

Du Xiaofu wasted no more words, made a gesture to signal his mercenaries to prepare, and Mo Fan steadied his stance. With a sharp shout from Du Xiaofu, another battle commenced.

During the combat, Mo Fan instinctively used the killer move Lu Mian had just taught him. Du Xiaofu, by sheer luck, became the first to experience this new technique.

After Mo Fan unleashed a ferocious and swift Throat Locking Technique, Du Xiaofu’s throat was gripped tightly. Fortunately, Du Xiaofu had plenty of real-world combat experience, and Mo Fan didn’t go all out, allowing Du Xiaofu to narrowly escape.

Still, a deep shock resonated within Du Xiaofu. That technique—it looked familiar...

For martial artists, they might not recognize faces well, but they remembered techniques like second nature, as naturally as remembering how to eat.

Suspicion weighed heavily in Du Xiaofu’s heart. He backed away from combat and didn’t rejoin the fight. Instead, he rubbed his neck and pulled out his phone, silently cursing Tao Yuanpeng for being so slow to reply.

At the very least, give a proper description of the boss’s appearance so they could actually find him!

Du Xiaofu withdrew from the fight, but the other twenty mercenaries continued tangling with Mo Fan.

As Mo Fan fought, he shouted out, "After all this back-and-forth, aren’t you tired of it? Just tell me—who exactly is your boss? I’ll help you find him, deal?"

The mercenaries answered straightforwardly, "We’re not really sure either. All we know is he’s slender and pretty good-looking."

"What the hell, you don’t even know yourselves, so how am I supposed to find this person?"

The mercenaries simultaneously gave an expression of utter distress—there was more to this situation than met the eye.

Because their boss spent very little time at headquarters, and due to various injuries sustained by veteran members, all the current mercenaries had only been promoted in the past year or two.

So they didn’t actually know their boss.

However, within the Mercenary Alliance, the boss’s legend remained alive.

The moment the boss’s name came up, the few remaining senior members still capable of standing would wave it off dismissively, saying, "Don’t bother asking. Just know this: very formidable."

Mo Fan was utterly exasperated. They didn’t even know their own boss’s appearance and were still causing trouble at Chixia Sect. This wasn’t how taking advantage worked.

As to whether these mercenaries had ulterior motives, Mo Fan wasn’t sure.

The mercenaries refused to give Mo Fan a moment to rest, interrupting him and yelling, "Stop playing dumb! Hurry up and hand over our boss!"

"Fine!"

Mo Fan snapped in frustration, "You really want me to hand someone over, huh?"

"So you admit it?" Du Xiaofu’s gaze flickered repeatedly toward the stone lions at the entrance.

Go to hell with your stupid lions!

Mo Fan cursed viciously in his mind. Today, I’m going to show you what it means to tread dangerous waters in the martial world!

"Save your nonsense! Where is our boss!"

Mo Fan pointed at Du Xiaofu and said, "Just you wait. I’ll bring your boss out right now!"

"Show some respect; you need to *invite* our boss out," Du Xiaofu corrected sharply.

He deliberately emphasized the word *invite*. Mo Fan’s stiff face twitched at the remark, and he turned around, heading straight into the main building.

He was going to get her!

He was going to drag Miss Lu out!

To hell with your damned boss. There’s no way he could take on all these people, but if Miss Lu showed up, she could turn this rabble into mush in seconds.

Still want your boss? Go and find him in the Underworld!

Fuming with rage, Mo Fan had lost all sense of reason. He stormed into the main building, found Lu Mian, and dropped to his knees: "Miss Lu, urgent help needed! I’m being mobbed!"

As a professional assassin, saying this was utterly humiliating, but given the crisis, he couldn’t afford to care.

He had been thoroughly annoyed these last few days and didn’t want to be harassed by the Mercenary Alliance anymore, especially during such a critical juncture for the Chixia Sect. Whatever it took, he needed to deal with Du Xiaofu’s gang first.

Lu Mian was puzzled but helped Mo Fan up and discreetly glanced in Xiao Qimo’s direction.

If Qimo witnessed this, he might think she was bullying his subordinate.

Mo Fan had carefully timed his move while Xiao Qimo was distracted on a phone call before daring to approach Lu Mian.

"Here’s the situation, Miss Lu: I just lied to Du Xiaofu and his lot, saying you’re their boss. Anyway, they don’t even recognize their own leader, so I roped you into it."

Mo Fan spoke bluntly and even laid out a plan for Lu Mian: "Miss Lu, here’s what I suggest. Once I bring you outside, just claim you’re their boss. When they lower their guard, you can..."

Mo Fan made a throat-slitting gesture.

Hit them with a surprise attack when they’re at their happiest. Who told these people to harass me so shamelessly?

Mo Fan’s plan sounded solid, but Lu Mian furrowed her brows and didn’t agree.

When had she ever needed such tricks to deal with enemies? Why not just fight them directly?

It’s not like she couldn’t win.

Lu Mian didn’t want to waste her energy arguing with Mo Fan over minor details. While Xiao Qimo was still preoccupied with his call, she sneakily followed Mo Fan outside.

Her plan was simple: within these few minutes, she’d help Mo Fan solve the problem and accomplish her task.

A win-win, all without leaving a trace!

As Du Xiaofu and his men waited anxiously, Mo Fan marched out confidently in front, stopped at the steps, and gestured invitingly. Lu Mian, with a nonchalant swagger, appeared before the mercenaries.

Mo Fan followed through with his original plan, saying, "See? Here’s your boss."

The twentyplus mercenaries stared at Lu Mian in unison, inspecting her from head to toe. Just when Mo Fan thought his lie would fall apart, he suddenly realized the mercenaries were simultaneously bowing, hands clasped respectfully, their bodies bent at a perfect ninety degrees, and shouting enthusiastically.

"Welcome back, Boss!"

Their loud chant thundered through the air. The entire group of mercenaries erupted with joy, ecstatic beyond belief.

Unlike the Chixia Sect’s bias against women, Du Xiaofu and company had no doubts about Lu Mian’s identity. Despite the fact that the girl standing before them looked no older than twenty, frail and slim, her presence seamlessly matched the legendary image of their boss.

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