Following the usual routine of eating and cultivating, everything finished, he picked up his phone and saw the message from Feng Yao.

He opened it, finding some intelligence reports, particularly information concerning Europa and Lao Mo, some of which unexpectedly involved Old Meng.

Speaking of which, he hadn’t heard from Old Meng for quite a few days. Last he heard, the guy had lost contact, and Wen Yan thought all the Big Yellow Fish that belonged to Old Meng were gone.

To his surprise, the guy was resilient, going solo to Europa to get back at the Church and has been bouncing around since without a hitch, and now he’s somehow ended up in Lao Mo.

With the intelligence on Old Meng in hand, Wen Yan naturally thought of another matter.

Concerning intelligence outside of Divine Land, the affairs in Nanyang, given how active Old Meng is, he probably has intelligence channels in Nanyang too, right?

After pondering for a bit, Wen Yan called Old Meng. The phone rang twice before he hung up and waited.

A few minutes later, his phone showed an international call starting with 52 coming in.

As he answered the call, he could vaguely hear some banging sounds from the other side.

"It’s daytime over there, right? Are there gangs fighting during the day too?"

"It’s just early morning, the folks from last night’s fight haven’t rested yet. Why the sudden call?" In Lao Mo’s territory, Old Meng adjusted the curtains without curiosity about what the people outside were doing.

"I thought you had bitten the dust, but unexpectedly got some intelligence that guessed you might be in Lao Mo. So I called to check on you."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Old Meng immediately started packing, then patted the sleeping Chihuahua next to him, signaling it’s time to flee.

Since Wen Yan can know he’s in Mexico, then at least a reinforced group knows he’s in Mexico.

Perhaps the gang fighting outside is just a front, and someone has already pinpointed his location, ready to take action.

While on the call, Old Meng efficiently packed his belongings.

"What intelligence did you get? I’ll pay according to the market rate."

"Forget about the price for now.

The news I got is that the Vampire faction isn’t stable recently.

A family’s branch in America has started taking over, causing some commotion.

This branch doesn’t quite align with their main faction’s ideals, they’re not as traditional, and they follow whoever feeds them.

And coincidentally, I remember the group you teamed up with to stir trouble is exactly this one.

I guess you must have some collaboration with their main faction, right?

Your trip to Lao Mo, could it be related to them too?

Also, I heard, and this is purely hearsay, unreliable.

The Day of the Dead in Lao Mo just passed a few days ago, and lots of Ghosts have been stirring since.

There’s also a rumor about a troublesome Demon Fairy emerging, allegedly targeting a guy riding a Fire-spitting Dragon.

No idea what price was offered, but lots of Ghosts are now on the hunt for this guy."

The more Old Meng listened, the more his expression soured.

He indeed utilized a Vampire family’s channel to come to Lao Mo, given that the family has a branch there, and they were indeed the ones who helped him.

And being provoked by a ruthless local figure in Lao Mo, at the time, he thought it was purely accidental.

With Wen Yan now pointing this out, there’s no need for validation—it’s definitely no coincidence.

He quickly figured out someone planned to sell him out, but they also thought revealing themselves wasn’t worthwhile, so they took advantage of his unfamiliarity with the area to pit him.

He had no idea what deals those people made, or what the Church offered in return.

In his heart, Old Meng wasn’t surprised, figuring the Church, with its long-held accumulations, might have had some invaluable offerings no one could refuse.

His revenge trip to Europa, fanning flames and engaging in many acts like metaphorical acts of desecration in the Holy City, was nothing but minor antics.

If the other side didn’t go to great lengths in retaliation, it wouldn’t be normal.

This was news he hadn’t heard, which only indicated that those who knew this or had contact with him were either dead or bought out.

"Thanks."

"I’d suggest you make your escape quickly."

Old Meng moved to the window, taking a side glance outside, then headed to the bathroom, turning on the faucet.

"Let me ask you something, are you home?"

"Yes, I’m home."

"Alright, I’ll head over now, please wait for me, price to be discussed later!"

Old Meng hung up, casually smashed the phone, and took away all the pieces.

The Chihuahua bared its teeth, looking fierce.

"Old Meng, looks like we’ve been surrounded again."

"What’s there to fear? This time it’s just a bit farther away, but Wen Yan’s spot must be stronger than before, this bunch of scoundrels still trying to scheme against me, come on, let’s grab some as a cushion."

Old Meng hoisted his bag, donned his hat, and rode on a pushcart meant for children, with the Chihuahua frantically pulling ahead.

But shortly after, the Chihuahua’s form expanded, transforming into a griffin over two meters tall at the shoulder, and the cart turned into a gold and jade-encrusted carriage.

Old Meng waved the reins, shouting loudly as the griffin charged down the road with the carriage.

Simultaneously, the rattle of gunfire erupted, with the chatter of machine guns seemingly awakening the city below.

The morning smoke formed a raging woman’s face above the buildings, swirling with mist and the aura of the Undead, chasing after Old Meng.

Just as Old Meng rushed out, he saw a group of Vampires appear in another direction.