"Useless!"
"A bunch of useless people, can't even handle such a small matter, what's the point of me keeping you around?" In the main hall of Pingjiang Commercial Guild, Mao Lin looked at the subordinates kneeling below, slamming his palm on the table as he shouted in fury.
He had been under tremendous pressure recently.
Especially after his daughter was defeated even when she went out in person, he now faced opposition from the entire upper management of the commercial guild.
With no way out, he came up with this idea.
Since Yi Feng could not work for his Pingjiang Commercial Guild, then he would just destroy it directly, which could also help Pingjiang Commercial Guild get out of its predicament.
But he never expected that after finally coming up with such a plan, it did not succeed at all.
"Leader, please forgive us." The leading subordinate kowtowed, explaining respectfully, "We didn't know Yi Feng wouldn't come either. It was his disciple who came!"
"Humph!"
Mao Lin snorted coldly, "Since you found out later that it wasn't Yi Feng, why did you still make a move and alert him, now that Yi Feng is on guard, won't that ruin the chance to deal with him next time?"
"Well..." The leading subordinate's face was ugly as he said, "We were indeed about to withdraw when we saw it wasn't Yi Feng. But his disciple noticed that our target was Yi Feng, and took the initiative to attack us. And this little bastard is quite skilled, he killed several of our brothers bare-handed before he died."
"Humph!"
"All you know are excuses."
Mao Lin was furious. Failing to kill Yi Feng this time, it would probably not be so easy to find another chance next time.
"Forget it, father, spare them!" At this time, a young man in brocade robes walked in with a faint smile on his face. The newcomer was Mao Lin's son, Mao Yi, Mao Yun'er's elder brother.
"Yi'er, it's already come to this, how can you still be so relaxed?" Mao Lin looked at Mao Yi reproachfully and said solemnly, "Don't you know that everything I do, even sacrificing your sister, is for you? If I'm removed from my position as guild leader, it will be harder than reaching heaven if you want to take this position in the future!"
"Father, you misunderstood." Mao Yi said with a smile, "Of course I know your intentions, father. But blaming them is useless. It's just a small fry Yi Feng who wrote a couple of books, what's the big deal, killing him will be easy!"
"But Yi'er, according to Yun'er, this Yi Feng is not as simple as he looks!"
Mao Lin said solemnly, "I heard that cultivators are also approaching him. And now his relationship with Baofeng Commercial Guild is not trivial. You must understand, we don't even dare make a move on Baofeng Commercial Guild openly when they snatch our business, it's because their precious daughter is in Qingshan Sect!"
"So what."
Mao Yi sneered, "No matter how extraordinary he is, he is just a low-level cultivator at best. As for his relationship with Baofeng Commercial Guild, it is just based on mutual interests!"
"But even if he is a low-level cultivator, he is still a cultivator!" Mao Lin was still worried.
"Father, you are after all a guild leader. We can't afford to provoke high-level cultivators, but we can certainly hire cultivators to deal with Yi Feng!"
Mao Yi smiled meaningfully.
Just as his voice fell, three men walked in from outside the door. The three were intimidating, carrying a murderous aura. As soon as they entered, it gave Mao Lin tremendous pressure.
"These...these three are..."
Mao Lin stared wide-eyed.
"These three are the cultivators I invited. They will help us directly take care of Yi Feng. And their cultivation level has reached Martial Ling Realm!" Mao Yi said leisurely.
"Martial Ling Realm!"
Hearing this, Mao Lin's heart skipped a beat.
He never expected that these three were actually at the Martial Ling Realm, figures he usually could not get in touch with.
"So father, just relax!" Mao Yi said with a smile, "With three Martial Ling Realm masters making a move, a small fry like Yi Feng, even if he has some cultivation, would still be crushed to death, right?"
"But..."
Mao Lin moved closer to Mao Yi and asked in a low voice, "It must have cost a lot to invite these three, right?"
"Father, don't worry, mundane treasures like ours they don't look upon..." As Mao Yi said this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "They just need me to find them one hundred nubile maidens!"
"One hundred nubile maidens?"
Mao Lin was overjoyed.
If that was the case, it seemed for him and his son this deal was an absolute steal!
And with three Martial Ling Realm masters taking action, killing Yi Feng surely wouldn't be a problem.
So Mao Lin smiled and said to the three, "Honorable sirs, as long as you help us settle this matter, let alone one hundred nubile maidens, I can find two hundred for you too."
"Very good!"
The three sat down and nodded in satisfaction after hearing Mao Lin's words, sneering, "After we rest for a day, leave that little bastard you mentioned to us."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
