292: Chapter 292 Destined to Never Be Friends

Han Jingyang really wasn't afraid of Zhang Dahai.

Why?

Because he had strength.

This Zhang Dahai might be rich and powerful, but in the face of so many props and skills, rich and powerful people were no different from ordinary people. A single "Great Sun Light" would make someone like Zhang Dahai experience the taste of "equality for all living beings."

Oh, the Great Sun Light skill couldn't be used for a short while.

But it didn't matter. There were others, such as "Dragon Subduing Divine Palm," "One Sword Frosty Fourteen Provinces," "Flying Dragon in the Sky," "Gathering Qi into a Mountain," "Everlasting Sword Qi," and even "Guan Gong Manifestation," "Zhenwu Descends to Earth," and so on.

In the face of these skills, what did Zhang Dahai count for?

Even if Zhang Dahai was rich and powerful and could buy many amulets and stack very thick armor, in the face of round after round of skills, even the thickest armor would eventually be broken.

Competing with dharma instruments?

Han Jingyang wasn't afraid of anyone.

He had a trump card hidden in his hand.

At a critical moment, it was enough to cut down any enemy.

It was just that the trump card was too precious to be used lightly; once used, it would be gone. Until he found a new one, he still had to be cautious.

Therefore, facing Zhang Dahai's overture, he chuckled and said, "There's no need for tea. I'm already very happy that Boss Zhang isn't holding it against me for killing your subordinate."

Zhang Dahai sighed. "I was actually very angry that you killed Zhang Pengxiao, but everyone must be responsible for their own actions. He wasn't careful enough and let you catch him red-handed, so he must bear the corresponding responsibility. Therefore, my anger is also directed at Zhang Pengxiao's unreliability."

"Boss Zhang is indeed extraordinary; your perspective on things is different from ordinary people's."

"You flatter me. The main point is knowing that you, Mr. Han, are not to be trifled with. If someone else had killed my distinguished guest and subordinate, I would definitely have retaliated mercilessly. But you are not an ordinary person; you are Mr. Han. No matter how angry I am, I can only endure it."

"Boss Zhang is truly flattering me. There's no need for so many concerns when facing an enemy; strike when it's time to strike."

"I want to, but don't I lack the certainty of success? If I know I'm not Mr. Han's match yet still force a move, what happens if I fail? Kneel and beg for mercy like Zhang Pengxiao? I could never do that. So, I like to plan before acting. Facing a powerful opponent, I won't easily provoke them. When it's time to back down, I back down; backing down isn't shameful. Back when I first started out, I spent all day playing the servant to others. I played the servant for many years before slowly becoming the master. Whether one is the servant or the master doesn't depend on anything else but raw strength. My strength is inferior to yours, so there's no harm in being your servant. As long as my strength hasn't surpassed yours, I can be your servant for a day."

"Boss Zhang, those words of yours are truly... heartfelt."

"I like to speak from the heart. No matter who I'm facing, even if I'm saying harsh words, it's a sincere exchange. I've always believed that sincerity and candor are the most unsolvable open schemes in interpersonal relationships."

"Indeed."

"So, Mr. Han, I ask solemnly: can you let Zhang Pengxiao go?"

Han Jingyang smiled and answered decisively, "No."

Zhang Dahai sighed. "I knew that with your temper, Mr. Han, you definitely wouldn't let him go. In that case, I won't waste any more breath."

Han Jingyang gave an affirmative hum. "Then let's each rely on our own means."

"Sigh, to be honest, I really don't want to become enemies with you, Mr. Han. I can endure this incident, but if there's a next time, I will definitely strike back, and it will be with everything I have. So, before moving against my people next time, please be sure to think carefully."

"Fine, I will certainly consider Boss Zhang's suggestion seriously."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Han Jingyang glanced at the completely despondent Zhang Pengxiao and nodded to Lin Yuelan.

This time, Zhang Pengxiao didn't react at all, kneeling there in a daze like he'd lost his soul, having already accepted his fate.

Han Jingyang turned and left.

Lin Yuelan raised her long blade.

Outside the villa.

Han Jingyang lit a cigarette, took a puff, and leaned against the car door, looking up at the sky.

His thoughts were in a tangle and his emotions were running wild; he didn't even know what he was thinking about.

It was a lot, and very messy.

Zhang Dahai's words had given him many insights; it was another way of conducting oneself that he had never encountered before.

If he hadn't already become mortal enemies with Zhang Dahai, perhaps they really could have become friends.

This person's speech and behavior were indeed charming.

What a pity.

Some people are destined not to be friends.

He finished the cigarette.

Liu Jing, Shi Xiaoya, and the Lin Sisters came out, stuffing bags large and small into the car.

Shi Xiaoya leaned in close to Han Jingyang and reached out to snuff out his cigarette butt. "Hubby, where are we going now?"

"Back to Jiguang Zhai."

"Over at Xiaowang Village..."

"Someone will take care of it."

"What about here? Should we call Zhang Zhiyang?"

Han Jingyang shook his head. "Don't contact Zhang Zhiyang anymore."

Shi Xiaoya felt a bit of regret. "We're cutting ties just like that?"

Han Jingyang smiled and pinched Shi Xiaoya's jade-like cheek. "Of course not, but he made that call and said those things. Regardless of the reason, it proves he has chosen his side. Since that's the case, let's not make things difficult for him."

Shi Xiaoya blinked. "Hubby, do you mean Zhang Zhiyang had no choice?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. It's not like we can't survive without Zhang Zhiyang."

"That's true, but the commotion today was really big. Almost everyone we know called, as if we suddenly ended up in a desperate situation where everyone had turned against us. It's lucky your mental fortitude is good, Hubby; anyone else might have panicked long ago."

"Everyone turned against us? Far from it. Most people are still on our side, but the pressure is indeed great. It's also clear that Zhang Dahai's power is truly overbearing, and his influence in Quancheng is really significant. From now on, be more careful whenever you go out."

"Okay."

Jiguang Zhai.

Han Jingyang locked himself in the inner room and began to appraise the spoils he had just harvested.

There were quite a few good things.

There were also many items that were just for show; some of the gold and silver ware were just ordinary items that couldn't even activate the Appraisal Technique.

He picked out those kinds of objects directly.

He appraised the rest one by one.

After the appraisal was finished, there was disappointment but also excitement.

The good ones were truly good, and the average ones were truly average.

Most were ordinary sixth or seventh-grade items without skills, meant to be sold at the counter.

Of course, although these were ordinary, they were still standard, qualified Feng Shui props with solid functions and effects. They weren't the showy items sold on Feng Shui Street. Their general level was similar to the dharma instruments consecrated by Monk Kongyun and the others, with single but stronger effects. Attracting wealth meant attracting wealth, and health preservation meant health preservation. The attributes were very clear, capable of meeting the precise needs of different customers and easier to match with different Feng Shui layouts.

Therefore, these props were more useful and more popular than the dharma instruments consecrated by people like Monk Kongyun.

The unit price wouldn't be too high, ranging from about a hundred thousand to three or five hundred thousand.

However, with a large quantity and a wide audience, they could add up to a large sum of money.

Then there were those sixth and seventh-grade props that came with skills.

Anything with a skill was a good item.

It was just that they were basically one-time use, or could be used twice at most, equivalent to daily consumables, like the 'ration tea' among tea leaves.

But their value wasn't low; the better the skill, the higher the price.

In this batch of sixth and seventh-grade props, several quite good skills were revealed.