The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

She did not seem to take Scarwood seriously at all, causing Scarwood to raise his fist fiercely and grit his teeth in hatred. “Brat, you’re right about one thing. Those peerless geniuses have always fallen early!”

“Are you Mr. Scarwood? The leader of Xing Tian Mercenary Group Mercenary Group?”

Startled, Scarwood turned back. Behind him stood a servant girl. She must have been dressed for the Lord’s Residence. He relaxed. The two men exchanged glances and Scarwood followed the servant girl toward a remote corner.

Under the tall camphor tree stood a slightly older old woman. The moonlight was like water, completely covered by the crown of the tree. Under the shadow, it gave people a feeling of safety.

“Mr. Scarwood, I’m with Madam Nangong in the Lord’s Residence. I’m here on behalf of Madam Nangong to cooperate with you.” The old woman’s head was raised high. Her eyes were not big, and her gaze was exceptionally sharp.

“Cooperate?” Scarwood guessed the purpose of his visit, but how could he be trusted when they did not know each other before? He sneered and shook his head. “I don’t understand why you need to cooperate with me.”

“Hehe!” The old woman was obviously a very shrewd person. Her eyes flickered like a wild beast. “To tell you the truth, my lady’s biological brother died at the hands of that little bastard Bei Ye. Lord Scarwood doesn’t know who killed your son. We know very well that we face the same enemy!”

Scarwood was not a three-year-old child. He shook his head. “I’ve indeed been searching for my son in the area of Soul Breaking Valley for seven days. Just because he went missing doesn’t mean that he died at Bei Ye’s hands.”

Scarwood gritted his teeth when he said the words “Bei Ye.” He had already believed it in his heart, but he needed to test the man’s strength.

The woman twisted her head back. From a corner against the wall, a warrior marched a man over. The man struggled with all his might, his mouth was stuffed with a lump of rags. The moment he saw Scarwood, the man’s entire body was like a sieve and his face was white with fear.

“Bastard, who abandoned his master and escaped!” Of course, Scarwood recognized this man as a member of his son’s team. Seeing this man appear in front of him alive, Scarwood was furious. He kicked the man’s heart. “Bastard, tell me, where is the young master? Where is the young master?”

Scarwood had a premonition that his only son was long gone. This man had fallen into the hands of the crone. If his son was still alive, how could the crone find him? Despair showed in his eyes. He heard the man’s trembling voice in his ear. “Young Master, Young Master…”

“Who did it?” Scarwood demanded fiercely, grabbing the member. “Who took the young master’s life?”

He asked again but the man would not say anything. Scarwood was so angry that he wanted to punch the man to death, but this man was the only clue. “Is it Bei Ye? That damned Bei Ye?”

If the man’s fate was hell, it would be worse than hell if he did not say it. The man thought of Scarwood like a demon. He nodded almost without thinking. A silver light descended from the sky, and a ball of darkness darker than the night enveloped the man. In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared from his sight.

“Bastard, he actually forced everyone to swear to keep that secret.” Scarwood gritted his teeth and rubbed his palms together. He wished he could take revenge on Beiting Huang now.