If Using Spring Night Grass

Fang Chu glanced lightly at Xu Mu.

He noticed that on Xu Mu’s face, just like Miao He’s, there was a black teardrop tattoo.

It seemed Xu Mu was one of Miao He’s trusted aides.

To maintain his imposing image, Fang Chu didn’t bother to acknowledge the servant any further.

“Miss, would you care for a drink?” Fang Chu smiled, raising his glass towards Miao He.

“Sorry, I don’t drink,” Miao He replied calmly. She had seen too many people trying to ingratiate themselves and was long since tired of such flattery.

“Miss, you really don’t give me face,” Fang Chu said with a composed expression. His strength had fully recovered by now, and women were no longer scarce.

Yesterday, Chai Wang had invited a few celebrities to accompany them, and Fang Chu naturally accepted without hesitation.

But those third-rate actors could only satisfy physical needs; there was no emotional resonance at all.

Because they all knew he was a distinguished guest of the Chai family.

He preferred the women he met before the three-year deadline.

Li Yun, Zhao Yingying, and Lu Xueyao had never looked down on his status.

Yet all their relationships with him had broken down because of Xu Mu.

Even the good-natured Zhao Yingying had blocked his contact information.

However, Fang Chu wasn’t worried. The more they disliked him, the more it fueled his desire to conquer.

Eventually, they would be forced to lie before him, clearly disgusted but unable to refuse his favor.

Just imagining that scene stirred a reaction within him.

He could easily capture Li Yun and the others and force himself on them.

But that would be uninteresting.

His strength was now fully restored, his realm continually rising, and the cards in his hand growing ever more numerous.

When the time came, a single word from him could push Li Yun and the others to the brink of despair.

Then, they would have no choice but to beg him.

At that moment, a group of “Shamate” youths approached from afar.

The leader appeared to be around thirty-five years old, dressed in casual clothes, with maroon long hair resting on his shoulders.

His face was somewhat gaunt and deeply tanned.

He had a nose ring, giving him a look reminiscent of the Bull Demon King.

He was chatting with several other Shamate, and when he spoke, his tongue piercing was visible.

Fang Chu looked at the man and immediately carried his glass of red wine over.

Only Xu Mu and Miao He remained here.

Miao He glanced at the long-haired man and said coolly, “That’s Zhao Pinglu, the third-in-command of the ‘Zang Ai’ clan.”

Xu Mu looked toward the distance as Fang Chu took the initiative to embrace Zhao Pinglu.

Judging by their friendly exchange, they seemed to have known each other beforehand.

“They’re pretty close,” Xu Mu commented from the side.

“No wonder that guy annoyed me so much—turns out he’s a friend of my enemy,” Miao He said just as Fang Chu and Zhao Pinglu started walking over together.

“Number Two, didn’t expect to see you here,” Zhao Pinglu called out loudly before arriving.

“Had some matters to attend to recently, just happened to be passing by,” Miao He stood up, revealing a faint smile.

“Let me introduce you to my old friend Fang Chu. He comes from a powerful hidden clan, but his family was wiped out by enemies.”

Zhao Pinglu patted Fang Chu on the shoulder. "But Fang Chu isn’t ordinary. When the time comes for revenge, it’s a sure thing."

At that moment, Fang Chu raised his glass and turned to Miao He. "Miss, can you spare a drink with me now?"

"I still have to drive later," Miao He declined.

Hearing this, Fang Chu’s expression darkened slightly.

This woman really had no respect for him, making Fang Chu want to deal with her on the spot.

He wasn’t in the mood to hold back anymore.

"Old Zhao, Master Chai has been waiting for you for quite some time. Let’s head over."

Fang Chu drained the red wine in his glass, set it down on the table, and left together with Zhao Pinglu.

……

Inside the villa on the estate.

When Chai Wang saw Fang Chu approaching, he immediately stood up. "Mr. Fang."

"Master Chai, this is Zhao Pinglu, one of the heads of the Zang Ai family I mentioned before," Fang Chu introduced with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, your three men from yesterday have gone missing. We waited all night at the location but never saw them bring anyone back," Chai Wang said, his face a little awkward. If it weren’t for Fang Chu’s constant assurances, he might have thought he was dealing with a con artist.

"The three I sent last night—one dead, two injured," Zhao Pinglu said gravely. "Feng Yue’s company has some experts."

"What?"

Chai Wang was incredulous. Feng Yue was a mere illegitimate daughter—what kind of power could she possibly have to hire such top-tier professionals?

"I have video evidence here. Our ‘Hundred Ghosts Night Walkers’ is ranked fifth among assassin groups. We wouldn’t deceive you over some petty pay," Zhao Pinglu said, pulling out his phone and handing it to Chai Wang.

Chai Wang took the phone and watched, with Fang Chu leaning in beside him.

Seeing the footage, Chai Wang felt a wave of nausea.

One man’s jaw was shattered, his tongue hanging out; another had a severed arm.

The last was even worse—half his body seemed torn apart.

But upon closer inspection, the faces were indeed those of the men they had met before.

"Such brutality… who exactly are these people?"

Fang Chu’s expression turned grim.

"All I know is, one of them lost an arm," Zhao Pinglu said, taking back the phone and slipping it into his pocket.

"An amputated arm? No way…"

Fang Chu shook his head. There was a certain big shot he remembered who had lost an arm—but this couldn’t be him. Why would someone of that caliber serve as a bodyguard for a small-time company’s woman?

"Mr. Fang, what’s wrong?"

Chai Wang noticed Fang Chu’s expression and asked curiously.

"I recall a master who lost an arm, but he’s incredibly powerful. This definitely isn’t him," Fang Chu said, then looked at Zhao Pinglu. "Old Zhao, what’s your plan?"

"Since it’s for your sake, I’m going all the way," Zhao Pinglu smiled.

"No need. I understand the rules of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walkers. The buyout system only records the number of tasks completed, it doesn’t affect qualifications, right?"

Fang Chu was currently in need of skilled people. He had to find a way to bring Zhao Pinglu over to his side.

"Exactly. The buyout system only requires the employer’s good review. Because a buyout means completing the task—it doesn’t have to be a kill. For example, if we’re hired to just sweep the floor, that counts as one task."

Zhao Pinglu nodded in agreement.

"Boss Chai, I'll handle this for you. Feng Yue will be alone eventually, and when that happens, I'll help you catch her."

Fang Chu patted Chai Wang on the shoulder. "After a week, don’t forget to leave a good review."

"Alright."

Chai Wang didn’t dare refuse; he definitely couldn’t afford to offend Fang Chu.

"Good brother, I owe you one."

Zhao Pinglu felt grateful. Fang Chu was indeed a decent guy.

"By the way, that woman outside—is she your second-in-command?"

Fang Chu suddenly smiled.

"Exactly. She’s always ruining my plans. I’ve been following the boss for over ten years, and I was just about to get his regional-level skill. Then this woman suddenly barged in and became the second-in-command."

Zhao Pinglu said bitterly.

"If that woman died, wouldn’t you have no competition?"

Fang Chu smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up.

"No way. She’s strong. I can’t beat her head-on, and poison won’t work either. She knows the art of Gu."

Zhao Pinglu had tried many methods with his men, but all ended in crushing defeat.

"What about using Spring Night Grass?"

Fang Chu chuckled. "To be honest, I’m curious to try its taste."