"Master Wuchen, I presume? It is an honor to meet you."
Upon seeing the young monk beside the chairman, Yu Manlou immediately clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salutation.
"Benefactor Yu, Amitabha."
The young monk Wuchen's face was filled with Buddhist serenity. To Yu Manlou and the other executives, he appeared to be a truly enlightened monk at first glance.
Of course, if one were to overlook his age.
However, any monk accompanying the chairman could not be an ordinary one.
Even if he was young, he was not someone they could lightly dismiss.
Zhao Yunhai walked ahead, with Yu Manlou, Wuchen, and Zhao Lesheng closely following. Ah Da and others walked beside them, providing protection, while the executives trailed closely behind.
The departure of such a large group drew many gazes.
Zhao Yunhai was long accustomed to such attention.
As for the young monk Wuchen, who was the focus of many stares, he uttered Amitabha. His voice, though youthful, resonated with the force of thunder, snapping the attention of those present.
"Quick, record this! If I post this online, won't I become famous?"
"This young monk is so refined. You can tell he grew up in a temple; he's so full of Buddhist spirit."
"Ah— I really like this little monk! Mommy loves you!"
A rather forward "mommy fan" appeared, causing the young monk Wuchen's face to flush.
What was this?
Mommy loves you?
What kind of words were these?
Sinful, sinful. Women are but painted skeletons.
Young Monk Wuchen silently recited the Heart Sutra, calming his inner turmoil.
"You'll get used to it," Zhao Lesheng chuckled, offering comfort.
He truly hadn't expected the young monk to blush.
Zhao Yunhai boarded a car and left the high-speed train station directly. The last high-speed train from Dongdu was already heading towards Nancheng.
On the high-speed train.
"How is your recovery coming along?" Gu Lang asked from beside Ling Yun.
"I'm fully recovered," Ling Yun twisted his neck, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"This trip to Nancheng will make Zhao Yunhai pay. The fact that he didn't kill me on the spot was his biggest mistake."
"Now that I have advanced to Juedian, with the two of us working together, Zhao Yunhai is as good as dead."
Ling Yun said this with utmost confidence.
Gu Lang, however, seemed preoccupied. He paused for a moment before snapping back to attention and saying,
"As long as your injuries are no longer a concern, then this mission is bound to succeed."
"The combined might of two Juedian experts, with Zhao Yunhai out in the open, we are sure to kill him."
"You... seem to have something on your mind," Ling Yun asked hesitantly.
Gu Lang indeed did. He had heard incredibly surprising news, something he'd never imagined in his life.
He actually had parents?
This was absurd.
He had always believed himself to be an orphan, only to discover that he had living biological parents and might even share the surname Ji.
The Ji surname, how illustrious it once was in Jiuzhou.
Alas, due to certain conflicts, they had failed and scattered overseas, leading to their decline.
But a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Who knew if the Ji family had already regained their strength abroad!
Now, Gu Lang was struggling with whether or not to acknowledge them.
If he went to them, it would feel like he was shamelessly seeking them out, which was not his style.
Furthermore, the Ji family should have received this news. Why hadn't they come to him? Did they not want him?
"It's nothing," Gu Lang decided to let go of these troubling thoughts.
What will be, will be. The most important thing now was to kill Zhao Yunhai. If Zhao Yunhai wasn't dead, he couldn't get past the hurdle in his heart.
But the humiliation he had suffered demanded that Gu Lang wash away his shame with the other man's blood.
Seeing that Gu Lang wouldn't elaborate, Ling Yun didn't press further.
Perhaps it was because they were both enemies of Zhao Yunhai that they had no conflict from the moment they met.
Especially after learning that the other had failed in an assassination attempt on Zhao Yunhai, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Thus, Ling Yun decided to join forces with him.
Ling Yun squeezed the medicine in his hand. This medicine could temporarily suppress his nightly outbreaks.
...
Upon arriving in Nancheng, Zhao Yunhai immediately mobilized all of the Zhao family's hidden forces in the city.
The major figures in Qianshou had been using their private influence to exert various pressures on the Tiangong Group.
Both overtly and covertly, in the few days Zhao Yunhai had been in Nancheng, he had already encountered multiple incidents.
Car accidents, frame-ups, poisoning – all sorts of dirty tricks had been employed.
Alas, none of it worked. Not a single attempt had succeeded.
Zhao Yunhai was walking down the street, intending to get a meal. He wasn't using a car because car accidents had become too frequent.
The masterminds behind these schemes had likely exhausted all their methods and could think of no better ones.
Meanwhile, Gu Lang and Ling Yun had been in Nancheng for two days without any noticeable activity.
They were likely conserving their strength.
He wasn't afraid of these incidents; the people who wanted him dead hadn't even been born yet.
"Your complexion is darkened; this noble one might be facing a blood disaster."
As he passed by a cluster of fortune-telling stalls, a young man holding a banner that read "No charge if inaccurate" approached him.
"Noble one, would you like a reading? No charge if inaccurate."
This young man's name was Wang Fan. He was an ordinary person before, but now he had obtained a divining shell from a mystic turtle.
It was unerringly accurate, and his predictions were spot-on, but no one believed him, and he hadn't had any customers.
He wouldn't do it for free either, as he had received a warning from the mystic turtle divining shell: divination could not be free.
Zhao Yunhai turned to look at him, his eyes brightening. The super doubling this time was at the lowest, only doubling to two times.
He hadn't expected to encounter a protagonist just by walking.
What was this?
What is meant to come will come.
"Oh? My complexion is darkened, so what will happen to me next?"
Zhao Yunhai felt in his pocket, his fingers sliding over the turtle shell. With a light calculation, he saw that he would next encounter an explosion.
"Mr. Zhao Yunhai, a reading costs ten thousand yuan. I don't think that's much for someone of your status."
Wang Fan was almost starving. While the person in front of him had blood on his hands, it was none of his business.
He was still contemplating what flavor of instant noodles to eat tonight and didn't have the energy to meddle.
"Ten thousand yuan? Young man, you're dreaming."
An old man setting up his stall not far away scoffed at this.
"Consider it done." Zhao Yunhai scanned the QR code provided and the money was instantly transferred.
The old man's eyes widened as he heard the notification of the transfer, filled with regret. Why hadn't he encountered such a fool?
The others also deeply regretted it. If they had known, they would have snatched up this business.
There were still such naive rich people. He didn't look foolish, which was truly rare.
"Thank you, honored guest. I will write down what will happen to you next on a slip of paper for you to take."
Wang Fan was extremely grateful. He wouldn't have to eat instant noodles tonight.
"And have you ever calculated whether you yourself will face a blood disaster?"
Zhao Yunhai suddenly gave him a meaningful smile.