Ye Feilong gave a sheepish smile and said, "The King of the North indeed wants to seek the Young Temple Master's assistance."
"Oh?" Tang Yi was somewhat surprised, "Xiao Bei is injured?"
"That shouldn't be the case, right? With Xiao Bei's current strength, there are very few people who could injure him, aren't there?"
The War God of the North, one of his personally trained subordinates, had actually been injured by someone.
This made Tang Yi feel very astonished.
"Of course not." Ye Feilong smiled and shook his head, then opened up a tablet computer, pointing at several photos on the screen, "These are the individuals."
"Them?"
Tang Yi, upon seeing the photos on the tablet computer, frowned slightly.
The people in the photos were not Chinese; one was a Sheikh from the Middle East, a white-haired old man in a resplendent palace in America, and the head of the Sicilian Mafia.
