Chapter 2371 - Your Face Isn't Big Enough
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
A semi-manufactured Universe Vein had a ten percent chance of helping a peak Advanced Mage achieve the Super Level.
The chance of success of the finished product depended on its quality. The range was between thirty and sixty percent.
Both countries and formidable factions would compete for resources related to the Super Level at all costs.
Most renowned clans in a country had at least a Super Mage in charge. In other words, a Super Mage was capable of establishing a renowned clan!
The job was in Asia with a semi-manufactured Universe Vein as the deposit, and involved so many reputable Hunter Agencies, not including any Senior Hunters who were interested in taking the job.
The client had to be an extremely rich Asian. The sum of money involved was rare to see even over a period of a few dozen years!
Mo Fan was curious about what exactly had happened that the client would gather so many powerful Mages in Asia for the job. Were they really going to hunt an Emperor-level creature?
"It's unlikely, the strength of an Emperor-level creature is beyond anyone's imagination. Even with so many powerful Mages, the creature could easily slaughter us all in a few minutes!" Mo Fan shook his head.
It was impossible for the client to ask them to hunt an Emperor-level creature.
Emperor-level creatures were overwhelmingly strong, be it the Black Dragon Emperor capable of shattering spatial rifts, Zhan Kong, Khufu, or the Head Angel of the Sacred City. Mo Fan knew he was nowhere close to reaching their strength.
Mo Fan thought he had to depart on a long journey even before he could rest for a few days in his country. To his surprise, Lingling told him that the meeting was being held right there in the Magic City of Shanghai.
No wonder Lingling was blackmailing him to take the job. It would be a waste to give up on such a high-rewarding job that was within their grasp!
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A place close to Kunshan...
It was a magic marketplace. It was only the size of a small town's market, but was still bustling with people.
The marketplaces scattered across the country were being gradually relocated closer ever since the Magic City was turned into a Headquarters City. New towns with marketplaces appeared as a result.
The Fire Town, Wind Town, Water Town, and all kinds of marketplaces sold varieties of magic resources.
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A private residence in the Kunshan Marketplace...
The European-styled gate covered in mandara flowers was hung with a huge signplate.
Mo Fan did not take a close look at the sign as the car drove into the residence. The tidy green lawn on both sides was pleasing his eyes.
The car went around a standard fountain with a giant statue before arriving in front of a building built in the style of a European mansion. Luxurious cars were parked in front of it like an exhibition. A bell boy was taking care of the cars, making sure they were untouched by even a speck of dust in the outdoors.
Mo Fan took a quick glance at the cars and suddenly noticed a familiar Miami blue car!
"Is this the Lu Clan's property?" Mo Fan asked.
"Have you been here before?" Lingling replied, startled.
A woman in a dazzling dress came down the stairs to welcome them.
She looked a little surprised when she saw Mo Fan, but she smiled it off and brushed past Mo Fan to greet a few well-dressed men behind him.
Mo Fan looked back and saw a black Jaguar. A few bulky men who seemed to be from the Middle Eastern were approaching.
"I'm Lu Qingyao, it's my honor to welcome you as our guests today. Please, come with me to the main hall. We've already prepared a welcoming banquet for you," Lu Qingyao said with a seductive smile.
The middle-easterners had straight faces at first, but they immediately smiled and lifted their chests when they saw the beautiful woman.
"Take it and treat it cautiously. Don't damage our equipment," a man in a white robe with a white headband on his headscarf said.
Mo Fan stood there with a blank face.
What the heck? I'm a guest too. I'm not a bell boy!
"I'm sorry, he's not a bell boy, he's also our guest. Xiao Dong, stop cleaning that junk. Didn't you see our guests have arrived? Come take their luggage!" Lu Qingyao called out.
"Oh, he's not a bell boy, but he does look like one," the man with a white headband chuckled. He did not sound sorry for the misunderstanding.
"You look like you deserve a beating," Mo Fan observed in turn.
"What did you say? Do you know who I am?!" The man glared at Mo Fan.
"Shouldn't you use your brain and find out who you wouldn't want to mess with since you've come to China and Shanghai?" Mo Fan retorted fearlessly.
"I'm Anzark from Dubai's Willing Helm Agency. Who do you think you are!?" Anzark snarled.
Lu Qingyao quickly stood between Mo Fan and Anzark with a smile. She kept signaling Mo Fan with her eyes.
"Mo Fan, he's the cousin of the Prince of Ajman. He's an heir with a formidable background. It's unnecessary to have an argument with him. Could you back away and give me some face?" Lu Qingyao said.
"Your vixen-like face is too small. I'd consider it if someone with a regular-sized face was here," Mo Fan denied her.
The smile on Lu Qingyao's face faded away, but she could not afford to darken her face right away, resulting in a strange expression.
Mo Fan harrumphed coldly. This Lu Qingyao seriously thought she was a social butterfly. If they had not paid for the crayfish not long ago, Mo Fan would have ignored her after she received the guests behind him first!
And now she was asking him to give her some face? Who did she think she was!?
"Gentlemen, we are all here for the job. It's a waste of time to have an argument here. We will just let the Hunters of other countries get ahead of us," a middle-aged man in a Tang suit on the stairs spoke up.
It was strange how he was wearing a Tang suit at a European-style building. However, it was clear that he was the owner of the place, representing the client.
"Kid, I'll pluck your kneecaps off after I'm done with my business, so you can only kneel on the ground while you are talking to me!" Anzark pointed at Mo Fan and shoved aside Lu Qingyao, who was in his path.
Lu Qingyao almost fell to the ground from the push. Mo Fan could have lent her a hand, but he did not bother doing so.
Anzark wanted to go up the stairs first, but Mo Fan insisted on walking in front of him, making him feel uncomfortable.
Have the people of China been too friendly and modest toward foreigners nowadays? Who gave them the right to act so arrogantly in our country? Can't they see whose territory they are in!?, Mo Fan fumed.
"Anzark, this is Mo Fan. Not only is he the strongest young Mage in the world, he's also a Seven Star Hunter Master representing the Clearsky Hunter Agency. I hope you won't have a conflict with the others before the job starts," the middle-aged man spoke up.
"Oh? So he's Mo Fan?" Anzark was a little surprised.
Mo Fan might not be famous internationally, but most of the young mages in Asia had heard his name. The World College Tournament and the public duel with Zu Xiangtian had made his name a hot topic!
"Yes, only the strong ones were invited here," the middle-aged man nodded.
"Humph!" Anzark harrumphed and said, "He dares to call himself the strongest young Mage before he has even made it onto the Asia Leaderboard? Is your country too unreceptive to foster his arrogance? Besides, he looks like a bell boy to me!"
