102: Did Leng Yunyan regret it?

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for crippling Xu Feng's Golden Left Hand. You have received +20,000 villain points!]

After a moment of clarity, Xu Feng realized one thing: he couldn't win. He really couldn't win!

There was only one path left before him: run!

"Time to run, brother!"

Xu Feng's voice sounded incredibly harsh in Yang Zhengchu's ears.

Even though Xu Feng's strength had increased significantly, he was ultimately no match for the power of a single move from Ling Xian.

Moreover, with his left hand now crippled, running was the only rational choice.

Xu Xinyou looked dazed. She hadn't expected Ling Xian, a second-generation heir, to be a martial artist, and a powerful one at that.

"Why do I feel like I've been played?"

Yang Zhengchu also hadn't expected that the slap he'd just received was actually a held-back blow. Compared to the strike Xu Feng took, he suddenly felt like his face didn't sting quite so much anymore.

Most importantly, he was afraid. He was afraid that he'd be finished before his family arrived.

Watching Xu Feng's retreating back, Mo Xueer gathered true qi in the soles of her feet, intending to give chase, but Ling Xian reached out to stop her.

One must eat one bite at a time, and do things one step at a time.

It was true that Ling Xian wanted to kill Xu Feng, but he also wanted to squeeze more value out of him before he died.

At his current early fourth-stage level, what damn value did he have?

The disciples of the Flying Fox Sect who had come down from the mountain could be wiped out along with him.

It would serve as an example to other sects and intimidate those restless forces.

"Brother, we can talk things out. Let's use words, not fists." Yang Zhengchu's expression changed, his previous playboy demeanor vanishing, replaced by a friendly posture.

"May I ask how to address you, brother? Which family are you from?"

As soon as those words were spoken, Ling Xian could guess Yang Zhengchu's little scheme.

It was nothing more than trying to remember the family and determine the background to see if he could afford to offend them.

"Ling Xian, the Ling Corporation of Donghai. My father's surname is Ling, from Zhongzhou; my mother's surname is Tang, from the Imperial Capital."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhengchu was stunned for a moment. Then, he performed a sliding kneel and hugged Ling Xian's thigh.

"So it's Brother Ling! Your presence is an honor, Brother Ling. Please forgive Xiao Yang for the poor reception!"

Leng Yunyan, Qu Shuiyun, and even Xu Xinyou were all somewhat dazed.

Even Ling Xian was a bit bewildered. Shouldn't he have done some investigation first?

Why did he just slide into a kneel like that?

"Ling Xian, you don't actually know him, do you?" Leng Yunyan asked curiously, seriously suspecting that Ling Xian was acting.

"I don't!" Ling Xian shook his head in denial.

"Hehe, stop pretending. If you know him, help me out. About the cooperation..." Leng Yunyan felt a bit embarrassed to speak up. She had just told Ling Xian they were through, and now she was asking him for help.

The key was that after actually leaving Ling Xian, she found that many things were indeed difficult to handle.

"Brother Ling, you don't recognize me? We met in the Tang Family courtyard."

As for the Yang Family's face?

How much was face worth?

A man has gold under his knees, and now was the time to cash it in.

His father had told him long ago that a person must be able to bend and stretch. Face was just a bargaining chip for profit, and one shouldn't hesitate when it was time to exchange it.

This was how the branch that was once driven away by the Southern Border Yang Family had managed to make a comeback and establish the Jiangnan Yang Family.

Ling Xian's mind recalled scenes from his childhood in the Tang Family courtyard.

"Little Xian, look at these people. Is there anyone you want as a lackey? If so, tell your uncle, and he'll have them assist you in the future."

A group of children his age had indeed come to the Tang Family courtyard to play when they were young, but Ling Xian was a loner and didn't fit in, so he couldn't remember their names or faces at all.

"I don't remember." Ling Xian shook his head.

Yang Zhengchu was mortified. He'd just been mouthing off and even "injured" Ling Xian's hand with his face. Now he was in trouble.

Offending someone from the Tang Family meant the Yang Family would be abandoned by them, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Brother, it's fine if you don't remember. Just treat me as your lackey." Yang Zhengchu smiled flatteringly. "Miss Yunyan, right? It's a pleasure to cooperate!"

Although Yang Zhengchu wasn't clear about the relationship between Ling Xian and Leng Yunyan, he figured it couldn't be bad. She was probably one of his women.

If they cooperated, the Tang Family surely wouldn't abandon them, right?

Leng Yunyan smiled slightly, also stunned. "It's that easy?"

It felt a bit surreal. She understood Ling Xian less and less now.

Since Ling Xian left her, his style had become varied, he was surrounded by beautiful women, and his status seemed to be rising higher and higher.

Meanwhile, after she left Ling Xian, not only was every step difficult, but her status had also plummeted.

People who used to bow and scrape before her were now her equals or even looked down on her.

The main issue was that she had relied on Ling Xian for too long. After leaving him, her life had become a mess, and she felt an emptiness in her heart.

"Um, Ling Xian... could we... have a meal together, just the two of us?" Seeing him about to leave, she quickly grabbed the corner of his sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"I'm busy. Maybe another day!" Ling Xian refused curtly and decisively.

Leng Yunyan's heart suddenly tightened.

In the beginning, Ling Xian would clearly agree to anything she wanted.

Now she just wanted to have a meal together to thank him, so how could he have no time?

"Waaah... Mom, I think I've lost someone important."

Leng Yunyan threw herself into Qu Shuiyun's arms and sobbed quietly.

"My heart hurts so much!"

"You child, I told you back then that you would regret it one day. I didn't expect that day to come so soon." Qu Shuiyun sighed, wondering what was going on with Ling Xian now.

He wouldn't really be surrounded by beauties, acting like a scumbag and forgetting about her, would he?

"Isn't your Best friend working as an undercover agent with Ling Xian?"

Leng Yunyan stopped sobbing and looked at Qu Shuiyun with confused admiration, as if she didn't understand what she meant.

"As Ling Xian's secretary, she must spend a lot of time with him. It shouldn't be hard for her to put in a good word and create an opportunity."

"But... Mom, he has so many women around him. Don't you think it's... very..." Leng Yunyan's expression was awkward.

What she wanted was the old Ling Xian who was wholeheartedly good to her, not the current Ling Xian who was flirting everywhere.

"A scumbag?" Qu Shuiyun said what Leng Yunyan hadn't.

She chuckled and explained, "If a man has ability, why should he worry about not having a wife?

If he has ability, you can't stop the birds and swallows flocking around him.

If he had no ability, even if he treated you like he did before, with your personality, you wouldn't even get close to him."

Qu Shuiyun used the gentlest words to pierce through Leng Yunyan's inner shame... At that moment, Xu Feng clutched his left hand and tremblingly made a phone call.

However, every call showed as unable to connect.

"Fuck, these lowlifes. I'm usually so good to them, and now that I need them, not a single one picks up." Xu Feng wanted to throw his phone, but after hesitating for a moment, he put it down.

"Do I really need to take out the trump card Master left behind?"

He had originally wanted to go to the Fang Family to find Su Ran for treatment, but there were many secret guards on the perimeter.

That was one thing, but even after sneaking in, Su Ran wasn't there.

Gritting his teeth, he finally chose to go to a remote countryside in Jiangnan to retrieve the trump card his master had left him.