Silver Gun Wax Head

"Very good!"

The three Martial Spirits nodded in satisfaction.

"Gentlemen, now that they are here..." Mao Lin looked at the three with hopeful eyes and carefully asked, "Could I trouble you to take care of them immediately?"

"No rush. They're just some trash. After drinking this pot of wine, we'll go handle them. There's no hurry," said one of the Martial Spirit experts as he lightly picked up the wine pot and personally poured Mao Lin a cup.

"Alright, I'll keep you company drinking this pot of wine before we talk about it. Haha," Mao Lin replied relaxedly.

Seeing the three's composure, Mao Lin also relaxed.

He even called over a dozen maids to liven things up and please the three Martial Spirits further.

In no time, laughter filled the hall as singing and dancing rose to the heavens.

"Gentlemen, I found the strongest wine per your order," Mao Lin said with a crafty laugh.

"Not bad. This wine is quite strong," said one of the Martial Spirits as he stood up and patted Mao Lin's shoulder. His wicked hand didn't forget to grope the maids either.

Soon, the wine and drinks on the table were emptied.

The three Martial Spirit experts slowly stood up with a hint of tipsiness and said to Mao Lin, "Let's go take care of those people Yi Feng called first before we come back and continue drinking."

Hearing this, Mao Lin and his son couldn't stop smiling.

Not only would this resolve their business association's crisis, they might be able to eliminate the Bao Feng Business Association at the source.

Most importantly, with three Martial Spirit experts backing them, they didn't need to worry about any trouble from Qingshan Sect either.

The three Martial Spirits walked in front while Mao Lin and his son followed behind, all with smiles as they headed out the door.

"Third brother, they're just some trash. Eldest brother and I won't make a move. You can take care of them yourself," one of the Martial Spirits said right before exiting.

"Don't worry, eldest brother. They probably can't even call any formidable figures. For such a trivial matter, there's no need for eldest and second brother to act. I alone am enough," the other Martial Spirit replied.

"Alright."

"Hahaha..."

Laughter filled with arrogance rang out as the group finally stepped out the door.

However, the moment they exited, the three Martial Spirits suddenly felt their legs go soft, nearly stumbling and falling.

What first appeared before them were dozens of vicious, glaring eyes. The owners of these eyes were all suspended in midair, emanating a thick, cold aura.

Most frustrating for the three Martial Spirits was that not one of these dozen eyes' owners was weaker than them in cultivation.

"Awoo!"

At the same time, accompanied by a series of beastly roars, a large swarm of flying demonic beasts charged over, swirling in the sky above. Armored masters with vigorous auras sat atop each beast, waiting for the command to strike at any moment.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

From an unseen location came deafening war cries. It was the countless Qingshan Sect disciples. Though no figures could be seen, just the voices alone weighed heavily, as if they could trample and flatten the Pingjiang Commercial Association in the next moment.

Of course, what the three dreaded most was the elderly man holding a kitchen knife high in the sky.

The kitchen knife emanated a gentle radiance.

Just standing there, this elder with fluttering hair could match thousands of soldiers and horses.

Seeing this battle formation, the three Martial Spirit experts shuddered and shook off their drunkenness. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Mao Lin and his son were also badly frightened seeing this lineup. Though esteemed among mortals, they had never witnessed such a formation.

"Chairman, what should we do now?"

"Yes, Chairman, what should we do?"

"They have so many people. It looks terrifying. Think of something!"

Other members of the Pingjiang Commercial Association also rushed over at this time, gathering around Mao Lin and voicing their concerns.

Mao Lin's brows furrowed.

But thinking of the three Martial Spirit experts beside them to protect father and son, he regained his confidence.

Straightening his chest, he softly shouted at the Pingjiang Commercial Association members, "Why are you all so flustered? Stay calm. Though they have greater numbers, we have three Martial Spirit experts on our side. In their eyes, the enemies are just wax spears and golden guns for show."

With that said, he looked towards the three Martial Spirits with a smiling face and said, "Gentlemen, I'm right aren't I? With a simple wave of your hands, you could easily take care of them, correct?"