I Want to Make Money Now for Retirement

"You stay in Yang City these few days. I'll notify you as soon as I have news."

Xu Mu picked up a chicken leg and took a bite. "Do you need money? I can lend you some."

"No need. Qin Yanzi from the Qin Family gave me over a hundred grand last time. That’ll last me a while."

Chen Xuan grinned at Xu Mu. "I’ll take these days to experience city life."

"Alright."

Xu Mu nodded with a smile.

After finishing their meal, the two parted ways.

Xu Mu’s mind wandered, contemplating how to handle Chen Xuan.

One thing was certain—he wouldn’t deal with Chen Xuan the same way he had with Lin Yang.

Once in his car, Xu Mu dialed Jiang Huihui’s number.

After a long pause, she finally answered. "Xu Mu!"

"Where are you? I need to talk."

Xu Mu spoke into the phone.

"I’m at home, arguing with my grandpa. Can’t leave now—I’ll call you back later!"

With that, Jiang Huihui hung up.

Xu Mu stared at his phone, momentarily stunned.

After a moment’s thought, he figured Jiang Huihui might have reached the Divine Ability realm and was negotiating terms with her grandfather.

Shrugging it off, he decided to return to Jiang City to find Meng Wanyue since nothing urgent demanded his attention.

……

Meanwhile, Xu Shou and Xu Ningbing had spent the entire day running around Yang City.

Now seated in the back of a Rolls-Royce, Xu Ningbing scowled. "What’s the deal with the Chai Family? Weren’t they focused on entertainment? Why are they suddenly opposing us at every turn?"

Xu Shou chuckled lightly, gazing out the window. "They’re expanding their reach, especially with Yang City in chaos. But we’ve been building this for twenty years—newcomers like them won’t find it easy to compete."

"True. We’re not like before—our cash flow is solid now."

Xu Ningbing’s expression softened slightly before she pouted. "That brat Xu Mu isn’t even pulling his weight…"

"Stop the car!"

Xu Shou’s voice suddenly sharpened, startling Xu Ningbing mid-sentence.

"Dad, what’s wrong?"

"I… saw an old acquaintance."

Xu Shou’s eyes narrowed as he stared out the window, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

The driver immediately pulled over and cut the engine.

They were on Yang City Bridge, where a middle-aged man leaned against the railing.

Dressed in a suit with a purple tie, he appeared to be in his early forties.

His face was gaunt, cheeks hollow, with faint crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes.

His pupils were small, giving him a fierce, almost beast-like gaze.

A cigarette dangled from his lips as he exhaled smoke into the breeze.

Xu Shou stepped out of the car and approached him.

The wind tugged at the man’s sleeve, revealing his missing right arm.

The man’s dull eyes suddenly widened when he noticed Xu Shou walking toward him.

Xu Shou plucked the cigarette from the man’s mouth, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it under his shoe.

Then he pulled out a pack of Tianye cigarettes. "Have one of mine."

"Shou-ge…"

The man accepted the cigarette, his expression dazed. "I wasn’t here for you."

"I know."

Xu Shou flicked his lighter, lighting the man’s cigarette first before his own.

Leaning against the railing, the two smoked in silence.

Just then, the Rolls-Royce’s rear window rolled down, revealing Xu Ningbing’s striking face.

"Your daughter?" the man murmured.

Xu Shou nodded.

"She looks just like her, especially those eyes."

The man sighed. "Hard to believe so much time has passed."

"Xiao Que, why are you in Yang City?" Xu Shou asked between drags.

"Jiangbei’s about to see some major upheaval. Interested, Shou-ge?"

Zhang Que flicked ash into the wind, tilting his head toward the sky.

"Not really. These days, I’m just focused on making money and retiring in peace."

Xu Shou finished his cigarette and clapped Zhang Que’s shoulder. "I’m heading out."

Zhang Que watched Xu Shou’s retreating figure, his throat bobbing. "Shou-ge, remember how unstoppable we were back then?"

"Even legends grow old. I’m just a fifty-year-old has-been now."

Xu Shou didn’t turn back, merely waving a hand.

"I’m still young, though."

Zhang Que whispered to himself as Xu Shou drove away.

……

Xu Mu had already returned to Jiang City. A phone call led him to Meng Wanyue, who was training in the woods outside the city.

Arriving there, he noticed the trees bore deep gashes from dagger strikes.

Meng Wanyue, dressed in workout gear with her hair tied back, was drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

The moment she spotted Xu Mu, her face lit up. "Boss Xu!"

[Affection +20]

"Wanyue, is the technique giving you trouble?" Xu Mu asked with a smile.

"It’s way harder than Phantom Blade. But then again, it’s a legendary Earth-grade technique—far beyond anything I’ve tried before."

Meng Wanyue looked at Xu Mu with gratitude.

Even now, she couldn’t believe he’d entrusted her with such a high-level skill.

"Show me."

Xu Mu gestured.

If it worked well, he might even try learning it himself.

Meng Wanyue nodded, assuming a combat stance with her dagger held horizontally.

Whoosh!

A shadowy figure suddenly darted from her body, streaking past a nearby tree.

Crack!

The trunk split with a deep gash.

"There’s more to it—I should be able to control the shadow, but I’m not there yet."

Meng Wanyue lowered her head sheepishly.

"You’re doing great for an Earth-grade technique."

Xu Mu beckoned her over. "Let’s head back. Take the day off."

"Okay."

She sheathed her dagger and followed him.

Just as they got into the car, Xu Mu’s phone rang.

It was Xu Ningbing.

"What’s up?" Xu Mu answered.

"Are you in Jiang City now?" Her voice was urgent.

"Just got back."

"Get to the company—someone’s surrounded it!"

Xu Ningbing rushed on. "Dad and I are still on the road."

Without hesitation, Xu Mu drove straight to their family’s headquarters with Meng Wanyue.

Outside the building, a crowd of over a dozen people shouted angrily.

Some held banners that read: "Black-hearted company! Selling fake medicine! Give us justice for our dead!"

A young man at the front yelled through a megaphone:

"Xu Corporation’s weight-loss pills killed my father! Is there no justice? No law?"

Beside him, others filmed the scene on their phones.

Xu Mu’s expression darkened.

Rumors spread like wildfire online, while the truth lagged behind.

This was clearly a targeted attack.

Their medicine was purely herbal, designed to induce satiety—how could it possibly be lethal?

His mind raced. The Feng Family seemed unlikely. Could it be Fang Chu?

"Boss Xu, what’s the plan?"

Meng Wanyue’s eyes glinted dangerously. "Should I make him disappear tonight?"