Urban Banished Immortal

Chapter 241 - 241 241 Dragon Breath_1

?Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Dragon Breath_1 Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Dragon Breath_1 “Yes, I know.” What had just transpired filled Mu Fanxuan with secret dread. “When will my two female bodyguards arrive?”

Mo Huasong replied, “I have already asked them to come to the Capital City. They should be here soon. You can rest now, I will arrange everything.”

Mu Fanxuan nodded, turning her body and pulling the blanket over herself.

A smile of happiness slipped onto her face. Although this man could be a bit arrogant at times, she felt good around him and believed she was quite fortunate.

But as for her body… A worried expression crossed Mu Fanxuan’s face.

If Mo Huasong was not mistaken, she had only three years to live.

Well, she couldn’t worry about this now. It was best to cherish the present moment and savor the good times. With a soft sigh, Mu Fanxuan closed her eyes, and a single tear slid down her cheek.

Mo Huasong walked to the living room and picked the bullet that had injured Mu Fanxuan.

“Hmph, dare to hurt my woman, and I’ll make sure you all die,” Mo Huasong sneered while crushing the bullet in his hand, displaying his murderous intent.

Mo Huasong took out his phone and dialed Mu Le: “It’s me.”

“Mr. Mo, what are your instructions?” Mu Le instantly became respectful upon receiving Mo Huasong’s call.

“I want to know where Long Hao of the Long family is. Can you help me get this information?” Mo Huasong asked.

“Long Hao?” Mu Le asked in surprise, “Mr. Mo, do you have a feud with him?”

Mo Huasong shook his head: “Not exactly, I just want to ask him a few things.”

Because of the urgency of saving Mu Fanxuan earlier, Mo Huasong didn’t have time to kill those three villains.

Not to mention, the villains were highly skilled martial artists who utilized an invisibility technique to escape.

There were other bystanders around at the time; Mo Huasong couldn’t use the Little Black Knife to pursue them, fearing it might hurt the innocent.

“Mr. Mo, it would be easy to locate anyone else, but tracking Long Hao will be quite difficult. He’s known to be a squad leader of a mysterious national team, Dragon Blade, with high martial arts and access to a lot of advanced national weapons. The young masters of Capital City wouldn’t dare to mess with him. Many of his actions might even be classified as national secrets.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Huasong said, “I see. I will devise another way.”

Hanging up the phone, he realized that it was indeed a tough task for Mu Le to uncover the Capital City’s secrets given that his major contacts were based in North Cloud Province.

Mo Huasong weighed his options, entered five digits on his phone, and dialed the number.

If others saw him dialing such a number, they would find it amusing and likely dismiss it as a prank.

Which number in Huaxia Nation worked like that?

As expected, a machine voice came from Mo Huasong’s phone: “The number you have dialed does not exist. Please check and redial.”

“I want to contact Dragon Breath.” Mo Huasong continued speaking to his phone.

There was no response from the phone, but Mo Huasong didn’t hang up. After three seconds, a very beautiful female voice sounded, “I am Dragon Breath.”

“I want all the information on Long Hao of the Long family, including where he will be these next few days,” Mo Huasong demanded.

“Please provide the password,” the woman continued.

Mo Huasong then recited several simple digits. On the surface, they were just numbers, but the power they represented could shake the entire Huaxia Nation.

“Please confirm the password.” The woman repeated the password Mo Huasong had just given.

If Mo Huasong made a single mistake, the other party would end the call completely. The number Mo Huasong had dialed would then be unreachable, possibly causing an upheaval within a secret Huaxia Nation organization.

Mo Huasong nodded, “Correct.”

After a moment, the woman’s voice came over the phone, “Confirmed. Please provide the mobile number where you wish to receive the information, then press the ‘#’ button to finish.”

Mo Huasong had prepared another phone for his trip to the Capital City, so he provided a different mobile number.

When he was in the Lan Yun System, Little Long had told Mo Huasong that these call records were completely confidential and that the incoming call information could not be queried without Big Dragon Head’s authorization.

A moment later, the call ended, and Mo Huasong’s other mobile quickly received all of Long Hao’s information, including his current schedule which would be sent later.

“Impressive,” said Mo Huasong, nodding appreciatively at the detailed information provided.

When Mo Huasong was in the Lan Yun System, he had a follower named Immortal King, nicknamed Little Long.

Little Long was the head of a secret organization in Capital City and held significant power while also having access to Huaxia Nation’s most comprehensive information.

Mo Huasong understood that this was a government secret and didn’t want to use it under typical circumstances.

However, now that his woman had been hurt, he was filled with rage.

He needed to find the culprits as quickly as possible and make them pay.

Those who wanted to kill Long Hao surely had information on them that Long Hao knew.

As to the title of Big Dragon Head, Mo Huasong didn’t take it seriously.

When he had been chatting with Little Long over drinks back then, Little Long had disclosed how to make contact, and Mo Huasong had committed it to memory. His reincarnation had brought that memory along.

“Let’s wait and see. There should be news about Long Hao soon,” said Mo Huasong as he placed his phone on the table, preparing to practice the Contrary to Heaven Yin Yang Art.

Every time he was with Mu Fanxuan, he felt renewed energy. It seemed an excellent time to train and enhance his martial arts skills.

Indeed, harmonizing of Yin and Yang had its benefits.

Just then, Mo Huasong’s phone rang.

On seeing the caller, Mu Huasong realized it was a call from one of his mother’s female bodyguards.

“What’s up?” asked Mo Huasong.

“Young master, the two other female martial artists from the Pang Family Villa are here,” said the bodyguard, her voice quivering.

Mo Huasong nodded, “Alright, bring them over.”

Mo Huasong was concerned for Mu Fanxuan’s safety, so the earlier the female bodyguards arrived, the better.

Not long after, the bodyguard brought the two females into the room. Both of them had the acquired level four martial arts.

The moment they saw Mo Huasong, they dropped to their knees in reverence, “Young master.”

Mo Huasong didn’t respond but stared at them intently instead.

The bodyguards’ characters had to be top-notch, a point that Mo Huasong had emphasized repeatedly. Therefore, Mo Huasong needed to inspect them.

Mo Huasong’s piercing eyes felt like a direct jab to their souls. They couldn’t help but tremble.

They felt that Mo Huasong could annihilate them with a single thought.

At the same time, they were worried that the term “young master” they had just used was a bit presumptuous, since Mo Huasong hadn’t formally agreed to let them be the bodyguards of Mo Manor yet.

After a moment, Mo Huasong nodded and said, “Alright, you may rise.”

“Thank you, young master.” Two of the female martial artists stood up, relieved.

The fact that Mo Huasong had allowed them to address him this way meant that he had accepted them.

Mo Huasong took out a few Elixirs from his pocket and handed them over. “You first take the Marrow Cleansing Pills, and your martial arts should directly advance to an acquired seven or eight-level skill. After that, consume the Promotion Pills. In no time, your martial arts will reach the Innate level.”