The other party noticed him, waved, and signaled him to come over quickly.

Old Meng, without any hesitation, gently pulled the reins, changed direction, and rushed toward the place where the vampires were.

As the distance got closer and they were about to brush past each other, the vampires immediately acted.

Meanwhile, on Old Meng’s Griffon Carriage, intense space fluctuations began to appear.

The twisted space fluctuations tore everything around, the road and the roadside street lamps were all ripped apart and vanished.

Old Meng’s carriage disappeared, and the vampires vanished together with it.

In the Void, the griffon flapped its wings, speeding ahead, Old Meng watched as the vampires got further and further away, each vanishing in an instant, and he let out a cold laugh.

"If I get lost, I’ll make sure to drag you backstabbers down with me."

When there was nothing around, only a vast void, silent and directionless, Old Meng took out something and fed it to the griffon, continuing to carefully sense the direction.

With the experience from last time, he believed that although it was a bit far this time, there was definitely still a chance.

He didn’t believe that after all this time, Wen Yan hadn’t updated.

There are no blockages, and it can still act as a coordinate. Once he arrives, he won’t get killed. The strongest point matching these conditions is near the Wenyan Family.

In his heart, Old Meng knew very well that he was just a businessman; fighting to the death wasn’t something suitable for him. He was more apt at using his skills to stir up trouble.

Once a novice, twice experienced, this time Old Meng was quite familiar. In the Void, with no reference points and difficult to gauge the passage of time, he wasn’t as anxious.

Elsewhere, Wen Yan waited for half an hour but Old Meng didn’t show up, so he continued with his own matters.

By the next morning, when the sun was about to rise, the Skeleton Dog nudged Wen Yan, barking toward the north.

Wen Yan went out to look and saw a trace of space fluctuation emerging outside the neighborhood fence. Old Meng, with his carriage and a griffon, slid out from the Void in a sliding posture.

Wen Yan came outside the community, and Old Meng’s luxurious carriage had turned into a tricycle, and the griffon transformed back into a Mole Cricket. They both lay on the ground, as if exhausted nearly to the point of fainting.

"Don’t tell me you used coordinate-less teleportation again?"

"No choice, the guys I messed with there were a bit tricky, and I definitely can’t beat them."

"..."

Old Meng observed Wen Yan’s expression, noticing his speechless look, immediately added a sentence.

"Information charges extra, coordinates charge separately, gotta pay more!"

"How did you mess up so bad you got two nemeses to team up against you?"

"Sigh, how else. It’s not about the lack but about equality. I got rid of that Devil’s Body but couldn’t come up with a second one. Some Different Races just can’t think straight, nothing I can do."

"Are you still planning to go to Europa?"

"Not for now."

"Then you probably can’t go to America either, and you probably can’t stay within the Divine Land, because of you, the Scorching Sun Department is still exchanging verbal attacks with the other side, for over a month now."

"Then I’ll plan to go to Kangaroo or Nanyang; let’s go with Nanyang, it’s a bit safer, with my face, I won’t stand out there."

"Nanyang, huh..."

"Why? Is there anything big happening in Nanyang recently?"

"You should have some information channels in Nanyang, right?"

"I do."

"Then when you go, help me look into something. There’s a place called Fateless Pawnshop. Help me gather detailed information."

Last time I wanted to ask Old Meng, but that time his phone was unreachable, so the matter got shelved.

At the time, its priority wasn’t high, it was just a post after all.

Hearing this name, Old Meng’s eyes flickered, not rushing to nod.

Seeing his stance, Wen Yan knew Old Meng had heard of it.

"You’ve heard of it? Had dealings?"

"Had dealings, heard them boasting they could get anything. I just wanted to ask if they had Soul Resurrection Grass.

Who would have thought they were just bluffing. Didn’t even have a Resurrection Cross, let alone Soul Resurrection Grass or Soul-Returning Tree.

However, they had another kind of hard currency: lifespan.

No clue how they did it, but indeed they could trade away a lifespan.

You should know what that represents, don’t you?

They offer something others can’t.

If I look into their matters and get discovered, even if the bounty is just ten years of lifespan.

For some guys on their deathbed, it would be enough to hire them to kill me."

Listening to Old Meng, Wen Yan’s expression was calm, not even surprised, having dealt with Old Meng several times, he understood what kind of person Old Meng was. It wasn’t that it couldn’t be done.

It was just that it required extra pay.

So, Wen Yan just asked.

"Are you deeply entangled with them?"

Hearing this, Old Meng felt a shiver inside, carefully pondering the implication in Wen Yan’s words.

Those guys getting along fine outside of the Divine Land wouldn’t be so thoughtless as to come causing trouble here at this moment and antagonize Wen Yan, would they?

Thinking back, a few days ago, someone approached him, asking if he’d be interested in taking up the position of The Rich at Fateless Pawnshop.

At the time, he thought it was because Fateless Pawnshop was growing bigger and needed more manpower.

He didn’t want to live under someone else’s roof, so he courteously declined.

Now, seeing Wen Yan ask that way, Old Meng’s mind turned, and he understood.

There’s a high chance that The Rich at Fateless Pawnshop got taken down, and likely within the Divine Land, that’s why they had to find a replacement.

He just declined a couple of days ago, and then trouble happened.

Old Meng quickly connected these events, wondering if he was sold out by Fateless Pawnshop.

After all, screwing you over in secret, then openly saving you later, is indeed a useful tactic.

Thinking rapidly, Old Meng then said in a serious tone.

"I’ve only contacted them once or twice, our businesses have overlapping areas, so we’re like half-colleagues, but we don’t piss in the same pot.

Considering everything, you’ve saved me twice now, I’m not a heartless total scoundrel businessman.

Helping to look into these things is no problem.

But I need to understand, is it you who wants the investigation, or is it the Scorching Sun Department?"

"It’s me."

"Alright, since that’s the case, then I’ll go for it. Whatever I can find, I’ll give it to you, but the information must not be traced back to me."

"Sure, sure..." Wen Yan couldn’t help but laugh.

Everyone knew Old Meng’s nature; now he’s acting all "I’m doing this to repay you, so I’m not afraid of danger," almost spelling out that he also has grudges with them.

Wen Yan, considering this, thought back to the conversation with The Rich earlier, suddenly asking.

"Did they ask you to be The Rich? With your capabilities, being The Rich would be a cinch."

"..."

"Uh, is it true? Did you refuse?"

"..."

"Ah, no way? Did they set a trap for you because you refused? That’s too domineering!"

"..." Old Meng was speechless, you’ve said it all, as if you’ve placed the blame entirely on them, what more can I say.