Chapter 1208

"Ximen Wudi, don't forget, you personally promised me—and I've already checked: your family's company is Jiang Yilan's. If you want to make money, you'll need your sister's support."

After a brief pause, Yang Mingchen solemnly explained to Ximen Wudi.

Hm?

Jiang Yilan's company?

Fuck!

You old bastard, you didn't remind me—I'd almost forgotten this whole thing!

"Hey, old bastard, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Upon hearing Yang Mingchen's words, Ximen Wudi's eyes instantly lit up, and he quickly spoke up.

This…

How do I even say this?

"I… cough, fine, I'll contact Jiang Yilan's mother right now and have her come here. Don't worry—once you join the Yang family, this deal is absolutely worth it."

Yang Mingchen had intended to retract his offer, but Ximen Wudi glared at him, and he instantly changed his mind.

He believed that with his resources in Gu'an Nation, plus leveraging Yang Qian's connection with Jiang Yilan, getting Ximen Wudi to join Xuanji Pavilion wouldn't be difficult.

"Alright, stop here. Wait for my call, then go find Xiao Qian yourself!"

After getting out of the car, Yang Mingchen pointed toward a black Audi A4 parked by the roadside, about two hundred meters from Yang Qian's villa, and said to Ximen Wudi.

Fuck!

This old bastard isn't trying to screw me over, is he?

This place is five hundred meters from Yang Qian's villa—if I have to walk there myself, I'll collapse before I even get there, let alone cross all of Yanjing City.

"Ximen Wudi, what are you worried about? Do you think I'll eat you? Let me tell you: to join Xuanji Pavilion, unless someone recommends you, no one dares accept you."

Yang Mingchen seemed to notice Ximen Wudi's hesitation and immediately spoke up.

Pfft!

I don't believe this bullshit for a second!

"Alright, old man, take your time—I'm off!"

Ximen Wudi grinned broadly and called out, then walked forward.

Screech!

This scammer just turned back around!

Yang Mingchen muttered inwardly, his face showing a flicker of surprise.

"Master, let's go—why are you still standing there?"

Suddenly, Ximen Wudi's voice rang out.

What?

"Wait, what did you just call me?"

A memory suddenly flashed through Yang Mingchen's mind, and he shouted at Ximen Wudi.

Pfft!

In an instant, he stared at Ximen Wudi's back like he was some kind of monster, utterly stunned—especially those white teeth, nearly biting his own tongue off.

"Old bastard, am I supposed to call you Dad instead of Master?"

Ximen Wudi now wore a completely lazy, careless expression. After saying this, he turned and vanished into an alley.

Fuck!

This bastard is way too arrogant!

But Yang Mingchen could only chuckle bitterly, mutter a curse under his breath, and then followed Ximen Wudi into the alley.

He didn't know if Ximen Wudi truly intended to join Xuanji Pavilion, but he knew Ximen Wudi carried many secrets—and seemed connected to the martial world.

To reach the Primordial Realm at this age? Absolutely not to be underestimated.

"Brat, have you made up your mind?"

Finally, after Ximen Wudi dashed into a small hotel, Yang Mingchen rushed in after him and asked.

Huh?

"You're kidding, right? Of course I've decided!"

Immediately, Ximen Wudi sneered and replied.

What?

In that instant, Yang Mingchen's eyes widened in shock, his face frozen in disbelief, a wave of intense alarm rising in his chest.

He hadn't expected this scammer to agree so readily—and he didn't look like he was bullshitting.

"Heh, you're not bad, kid. Since you've decided, stay then. Old man here takes you as his disciple. From now on, you're of Xuanji Pavilion."

After a brief silence, Yang Mingchen gave a sly smile and spoke nonchalantly to Ximen Wudi.

Phew!

Finally settled this matter. Though it cost twenty million, he didn't care a bit.

Yang Qian was his only Sun Nu, and Ximen Wudi his most doted-upon Brother Erlang—their child would surely be exceptional.

Once Ximen Wudi was trained into a true expert, the Yang Group's development speed would rise dramatically.

"Alright, let's go."

The next second, Yang Mingchen grinned and called out.

"Hey, my acupuncture needles are still in that car."

Who would have thought that Ximen Wudi suddenly spoke up, his shifty eyes locking onto Yang Mingchen at once, then saying.

What the hell?

"Hmph, those are trivial matters—I'll send someone to deliver them tomorrow. I'm off!"

Yang Mingchen let out a scornful snort on the spot and began urging him along, even refusing to get into the car.

Huh?

Holy shit!

Watching Yang Mingchen drive off into the distance, Ximen Wudi couldn't help but curse under his breath and quickly chased after him.

"Master, what are you here in China for this time? Do you need me to do anything?"

On the road, Yang Mingchen asked while driving.

"No. Don't tell anyone—not even Yang Qian. You know the consequences if you do."

Ximen Wudi's expression grew noticeably solemn as he immediately warned Yang Mingchen.

"Heh, old man knows this well. Don't worry—I won't let a single word slip. But you, tell me: what are you really doing in Beijing? I swear I won't breathe a word."

Upon hearing Ximen Wudi's words, Yang Mingchen immediately patted his chest and swore.

"To kill someone."

Ximen Wudi took a deep breath and immediately explained to Yang Mingchen.

Whoa!

In an instant, upon hearing Ximen Wudi's words, Yang Mingchen sucked in a sharp breath.

What?

Kill someone?

"Are you insane? Why would you suddenly want to kill someone?"

The next moment, Yang Mingchen's tone shifted from casual to solemn, his gaze locking onto Ximen Wudi's face as he demanded an answer.

"Heh, no choice—I'm drowning in debt. I came to Beijing to collect. If you help, I'll just take back the money. If not, forget it."

Ximen Wudi understood Yang Mingchen's meaning at once, grinning as he spoke, his eyes fixed on him with the unshakable air of a man who couldn't care less.

Huh?

"You're fucking with me, right? This is China—rule of law, not Myanmar. Kill someone? Not a chance."

Upon hearing Ximen Wudi's words, Yang Mingchen glared at him with outright contempt.