Survival in the Mist: From a Dilapidated Wooden Hut to a Heavenly Palace in the Clouds

Chapter 235 The identity of the man in black robe

On Baga Island, thick fog, like a heavy curtain, shrouded the entire island in a hazy mist.

The distant waves crashed against the rocks, producing a deep roar.

Somewhere on the island, a huge ship-shaped shelter is quietly moored.

Inside the cabin, the lighting was dim, with a few oil lamps casting faint shadows. A damp smell filled the air, and the wooden planks occasionally creaked.

Sakata sat in the center of the conference table, his face bearing his usual serious expression.

Mei Chuan sat to Sakata's right, his expression unchanged, a faint smile on his lips.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and firm, as if concealing some emotion within him.

Tanaka and Miki sat on the left, both looking tense and clearly feeling pressured by the upcoming discussion.

Opposite Sakata, a tall man was slowly removing his straw hat. His face was angular, his eyes were sharp, and he exuded an undeniable air of authority.

"Sakata-kun!"

Xiao Cun's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Headquarters is paying close attention to the situation on Sky Island."

I was sent here not only to support you, but also to ensure the smooth progress of the operation. I hope you can provide an accurate report on the current progress.

Sakata nodded, his tone respectful: "Komura-kun, thank you for headquarters' support. We did encounter some resistance; the island must have been occupied beforehand."

And they built dozens of cannons on it, while we..."

Sakata Ichiban embellished the account of what happened that day.

Komura frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the people present before finally settling on Sakata. A hint of inquiry flickered in his eyes.

Komura was clearly somewhat skeptical of Sakata's explanation.

"Sakata-kun, didn't you consider other ways to land on the island? If you can't get on from the front, why not go around to the back? We, the soldiers of the Great Day Empire, can't even land on a single island, and we've lost so much fighting power!"

Xiaocun's tone grew increasingly cold and sharp, his eyes filled with sarcasm.

Tanaka, standing to the side, was somewhat indignant and was about to speak when he said, "Vice President Komura, we..."

"Shut up! We're talking, you have no right to interrupt!"

Upon hearing this, Tanaka's smile froze slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Xiao Cun's gaze sharpened further. Sitting in his seat, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"Sakata-kun, I expect you to provide a reasonable explanation for this loss. Otherwise, you can expect the president to come and hold you accountable in person."

After saying that, before Sakata could reply, Komura got up and left on his own, and the two people at the door followed him out.

As soon as Komura left, Sakata's face, which had been slightly smiling, instantly turned gloomy, and his eyes became frighteningly cold.

"Damn it, this bastard isn't here to help us, he's just here to kick us when we're down."

"How about... we apply to headquarters again to get someone else to help?" Miki said dejectedly.

"You're going to talk to the president?" Sakata looked at the brainless Miki, his tone becoming even harsher.

"...!"

At this moment, Mei Chuan still had that same playful look in his eyes, as if the arrival of Xiao Cun had no effect on him.

After the meeting, Mei Chuan walked out of the cabin alone and stood in a secluded corner, gazing at the thick fog in the distance. The faint smile on his face was gone, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

"Meichuan..."

Mei Chuan turned around and smiled slightly, "You've come!"

......

Beside the moat of the Sky Island.

“Horn!” Mo Ming exclaimed in utter surprise.

The once affable treasure merchant now stood before him with a cold smile.

Mo Ming's heart was immediately filled with shock. At this moment, he was no longer naive enough to think that Horn was just an ordinary businessman.

"How...how did you find this place?"

Horn smiled, said nothing, and with a wave of his hand, the restraints on Mo Ming, Xiong Da, and Meng Ling were released.

Xiong Da roared angrily, but did not continue to attack Horn. Instead, he and Meng Ling moved closer to Mo Ming and stood in front of their master.

The intelligence of a crimson-purple level ferocious beast is no less than that of an ordinary human. After the battle just now, Xiong Da and Meng Ling naturally understood that the strength of the black-robed man in front of them far surpassed their own.

Even if they can't win, they still stand in front of their master without hesitation.

"Aren't you going to invite me in for a seat?" Horn stood with his hands behind his back, turning to look at Mo Ming's Level 5 Shelter. His eyes were as calm as still water, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Helpless, Mo Ming frowned and led Huo En into the bronze hall.

Xiong Da and Meng Ling stayed at the door, keeping a close watch on any movement inside.

"How exactly did you find this place?" Mo Ming stared intently at Horn, his mind not relaxing for a moment. He knew firsthand how scoundrel this man could be.

"I have my own way of doing things!"

After asking twice and receiving no answer, Mo Ming stopped pressing the matter.

Aren't you going to ask me why I came to see you?

Mo Ming stopped speaking, but Horn spoke first.

"Hmph! Even a fool could tell you, you're just trying to force me to chop you up!"

"Haha, don't be so blunt! It's a deal, a deal!"

"trade?"

"That's right, fair and just, but the transactions can't be made public!"

Mo Ming didn't waste any words with him and directly raised the bronze demon-suppressing sword, "Tell me, where are you going to cut this time?"

"Oh? You've finally figured it out? You agreed so readily?" Horn said, stretching out his arm, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the ring that was imprisoned on it.

"I would like to refuse, but can I?" Mo Ming retorted dismissively.

"Hehe, that's probably not possible!"

After glancing at the ring, Mo Ming no longer hesitated. He poured his will into the Demon-Suppressing Sword and swung it down with all his might. The ring snapped and fell to the ground.

Horn didn't bend down; he simply raised his hand, and the broken ring was sucked into his palm.

"It really has to be this demonic sword. Its ability to cut through anything is truly amazing; everything else is useless." Horn was in high spirits as the ring was severed. "Your strength has improved quite quickly too; you'll be at the Radiant Orange level soon!"

"Could I beat you when I was at the Radiant Orange level?" Mo Ming asked calmly.

"hehe......"

Horn didn't answer. Instead, he took out four items from his spatial container, placed them on the table, and said softly, "You can choose two this time."

Mo Ming didn't look at anything, but instead looked at Horn. "Can I ask you two questions?"

"Yes, but I can't necessarily answer."

"First question, who exactly are you?"