"Informant?!"

Old Fox's expression changed.

Were they targeting the Phoenix Organization?

"I...I don't know what you're talking about. I'm the leader of the Fox Merchant Troupe..."

*Chi la!*

A flash of black light, and Old Fox's arm flew high into the air.

Blood splattered, scattering on the ground.

Pupils constricting, Old Fox let out a shrill scream. The many torches in the distance suddenly paused, moving closer.

"Who is the Phoenix Organization's informant here?"

Fang Yue asked calmly, repeating the question.

Old Fox felt the pain of his severed arm, his eyes filled with resentment as he glared at Fang Yue, gritting his teeth. "...I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I only unilaterally request contact with the Phoenix Organization through living things. Messages are also transmitted through them."

"What kind of living things?"

Fang Yue assumed it was something like carrier pigeons.

But unexpectedly, from Old Fox's hints, Fang Yue found a golden toad.

"Write the information or request on paper, then have the golden toad swallow it. The golden toad on the other end will receive the information. Similarly, if the other side sends a message, I'll receive it immediately."

After realizing Fang Yue's ruthlessness and brutality, Old Fox became surprisingly docile, answering every question. After all...he didn't want to lose another arm, or face death directly.

"So you've never met your informant?"

"That's right."

"...Write a letter, saying you want to meet him."

"It's useless. The informant would never meet me. The Phoenix Organization is very careful about that."

"Then it depends on how well you write the letter. Use your imagination."

Fang Yue said with a smile, seeing the torchlight gathering outside the tent. He continued, "I'll give you one minute to stay in the tent and imagine what kind of excuse you can use to lure the informant out. Otherwise, tonight, not only will you die, but everyone in your Fox Merchant Troupe will die."

Old Fox knew Fang Yue wasn't just saying it.

Because as Fang Yue rushed out, the approaching soul-fire torches were being extinguished one after another at an extremely fast rate.

Accompanying the extinguishing torches were the screams, cries, and pleas for help from his people.

Clearly, among so many people outside, not a single one was a match for that masked man in black!

"Where did this expert come from? Although our Fox Merchant Troupe has offended many people, we haven't provoked such a strong one openly, and he came straight for the Phoenix Organization..."

"It seems, this is an enemy of the Phoenix Organization!"

Old Fox understood, but his face was bitter.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have sent half of the Short-Tail Clan out to attack the Dayang Merchant Troupe.

Now the Fox Merchant Troupe's defenses were weak, and not only had someone taken advantage of the gap, but they were also being slaughtered. This made Old Fox's heart tremble.

He had painstakingly built up the Fox Merchant Troupe for so long, relying on all sorts of tricks and unconventional methods, breaking through the established power structure of Chu Nuan City as a foreign race, and biting off a piece of the pie, occupying a place in Chu Nuan City.

So much effort, so many clansmen, now being destroyed by Fang Yue, how could Old Fox not feel heartbroken?

He found emergency medicine, treated the wound on his severed arm, and shouted loudly at the masked man, begging for mercy and asking him to stop.

But it was useless. The masked man was like a ruthless harvester, his ghostly figure weaving through the crowd. Large patches of soul-fire torches fell to the ground and were extinguished. Before long, it became quiet in front of the entire tent.

This group of guards who had rushed over had all died at the hands of the masked man in such a short time.

*Hiss*

Foreign races were never good at management; they were best at plundering.

Plundering the achievements of others, plundering the resources of others, to strengthen themselves.

This was one of the key factors in the rapid development of the Fox Merchant Troupe.

It was as if taking shortcuts would be punished.

The masked man before him was the Fox Merchant Troupe's retribution!

Old Fox clenched his fist, gritting his teeth. "I'll write!"

Old Fox did have a way to lure the 'informant' out to meet, but whether that person was the informant, and whether there were any traps, was beyond his control.

Old Fox originally wanted to use some suggestive words to hint at the Phoenix Organization, but Fang Yue was watching him closely, so he could only resort to another trick.

After Old Fox finished writing, Fang Yue immediately took the letter, glanced at it, and frowned.

"What kind of writing is this?"

"The clan script of my Short-Tail Foxes."

"Can the Phoenix Organization understand it? Do you usually use this script to communicate?"

"Yes, this special script is convenient for maintaining secrecy and cannot be deciphered by outsiders."

Fang Yue narrowed his eyes.

"Translate it for me. What does it mean?"

"The person has been captured, requesting a meeting to hand them over."

The person has been captured?

Fang Yue's pupils contracted, and his face darkened.

What kind of medicine person had they captured this time, to be sent to the Phoenix Organization?

"Who did you capture? How will you hand them over, and where will you meet?"

"...We captured Yang Hongxia, the young mistress of the Dayang Merchant Troupe. My men are still in the process of capturing her, but capturing her shouldn't be a problem. Once they return, you'll have a bargaining chip, and you can go to meet the Phoenix Organization's informant in our place. As for where we'll meet, it usually depends on the other side's reply. There's no fixed location. Sometimes it's inside the city, sometimes even outside the city."

What?!