"How could this happen?"
Zhang Shan was dumbfounded.
The task he had taken was just to get rid of Lu Quan.
But now, the situation was completely different.
Surrounded by a dozen fierce-looking strangers wielding knives, including a masked man who spoke in a menacing tone, "Leon Wei, you have offended our Kongming Martial Arts Hall and dare to vie for the position of external affairs manager against our hall master. It's sheer folly. Today, you will remain here forever."
"Daring."
Upon hearing this, the injured Zhang Shan exploded on the spot, roaring with all his might, "I am Zhang Shan, an elite disciple of the Changying Martial Arts Hall. If you dare to do this, not only you, but even your hall master will die."
Leon Wei looked at Zhang Shan.
Zhang Shan noticed the look in his eyes and was suddenly shocked, as if he had realized something.
"Leon Wei, they have nothing to do with me."
"I am sincere towards you."
Thinking that Leon Wei was doubting him, Zhang Shan was taken aback, as he could understand the misunderstanding. Being singled out by the people from Kongming Martial Arts Hall, anyone would be suspicious.
Therefore, he was genuinely anxious.
Though we haven't known each other for long, I feel a deep connection with you. It's true love.
"I'm not doubting you. I just want to say that I'm about to go on a killing spree. You better take care of yourself," Leon Wei said calmly, realizing the cunning nature of these people.
The wish existed to be fulfilled, to gain wish points, and to ascend to the peak of life through a lottery.
Unexpectedly, he could also see through the fog and uncover the truth.
"Oh, you scared me. I was really afraid that our friendship wouldn't withstand such a test," Zhang Shan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed up some blood, "Leon Wei, feel free to unleash your full power. I can still protect myself."
As they conversed, the masked man roared, "Elite disciple? What's an elite disciple? Cut them down for me."
With that command, the group of knife-wielding men shouted and charged towards Leon Wei.
The masked man nodded in satisfaction.
Their momentum was fierce.
And now, he was ready to make his escape.
"Brutal."
The masked man trembled with fear, facing so many people without any panic, and swiftly struck with a knife, decisively.
Not good, it's time to leave.
Without a second thought, the masked man whistled, and a swift horse galloped out of the woods. He ran towards the horse, mounted it, looked back, and was stunned by what he saw.
The man stood amidst a pile of bodies, his hands holding a bloodied knife.
He killed them so quickly?
Seeing this, there was no room for hesitation.
"Go..."
As he left the scene, the masked man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had probably shaken them off. He never thought this operation would succeed.
Of course, he had expected to cause some trouble for the other party.
But who could have imagined their methods were so ruthless and brutal.
Damn!
Truly terrifying.
Killing people was as easy as cutting vegetables, simply horrifying.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
It sounded like the sound of hooves, accompanied by angry shouts.
"Stop right there, in front of you."
The masked man turned around and almost lost his soul, his eyes filled with horror. So soon?
If caught, it would be bad.
Realizing this, he grabbed the reins and urged the horse, "Run faster, run faster for me."
The more he urged, the more frantic he became, and the more frantic he became, the more vigorously he whipped the horse's rear.
The horse, agitated by the man's actions, began to slow down, then stopped, lowered its head, panting, lifting its hooves and stomping the ground.
Clearly, it didn't want to run anymore.
"Stupid horse, run for me."
The masked man continued to urge the horse's rear.
The horse, now becoming irritable, shook violently, unable to stabilize, and threw the masked man off. Enraged, the man tried to raise his whip to strike, but unexpectedly, the horse kicked back, sending him flying, then shook its tail and happily ran off.
One must be gentle with animals that can save your life.
Witnessing this scene, Leon Wei couldn't help but smile.
A good horse.
"You can run fast."
Dismounting from the horse, Leon Wei walked up to the masked man, his face beaming with a bright smile.
The masked man was chilled to the bone, swallowing hard, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground.
"Please, don't kill me."
He had thought about resisting, but he knew that resisting would only lead to a more miserable death.
Leon Wei walked behind him, one hand on his head, the other under his chin, cradling his head in his arms. "What nonsense are you talking about? We are not murderers."
He saw the wish on the man's head.
The previous wish had disappeared, replaced by a new one - to live.
One white wish point.
Truly a meager amount of wish points.
His voice was soft and gentle.
But to the masked man, it felt terrifying.
"Let me go, I'll say anything, I'm willing to say anything."
A strange smell wafted over, as the masked man had wet himself, unable to control his bladder due to the fear of death.
Zhang Shan, hearing this, found the man's words peculiar. Wasn't he sent by Bai Canghai of the Kongming Martial Arts Hall?
Could it be...
Zhang Shan's expression slightly changed, clearly realizing something.
The man mentioned the Kongming Martial Arts Hall, but it didn't necessarily mean he was truly from there. Such a crude framing and entrapment scheme, upon closer inspection, revealed its flaws.
"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath. Soon, if you have something to say, keep it to yourself. Be tough," Leon Wei said, snapping the man's neck without asking any questions, then tossing him into the nearby woods.
"Leon Wei, you didn't even ask any questions yet?"
Zhang Shan was anxious.
There were big secrets involved, and before he could ask anything, he was surprised by the abrupt action.
"No need to ask. Some things can be understood just by thinking about them. Besides, who it is doesn't matter to me, Zhang, let's forget about this encounter," Leon Wei said, realizing that whether it was the Kongming Martial Arts Hall or another affiliated martial arts hall, it didn't matter.
Upon careful consideration.
Struggles for interests could lead to deaths.
And he had long been entangled in them.
Even if he now knew who wanted to kill him and went back to confront them for justice?
Ha!
Justice is based on one's own strength.
And he didn't like others seeking justice for him; he preferred to find it himself.
Now all he needed to do was to improve his strength.
He didn't dwell on anything else.
Watching Leon Wei's figure, Zhang Shan found him increasingly inscrutable. Once a friendly person, he now felt a hint of awe towards Leon Wei.
Truly ruthless in killing, extremely cold-blooded in dealing with enemies.
Self-reflecting.
If it were him, he might not be able to do the same.
On the way back.
The atmosphere was heavy, and no one spoke.
"Zhang, I've noticed that killing someone can make one's mood heavy," Leon Wei said.
"I understand."
"Mm."
Understanding is enough.
He knew that his image in Zhang's mind had quietly changed.
He seemed to be edging closer to becoming a killer.
But there was no way around it. He didn't know why, but when he fought enemies, his blood boiled, and his methods involuntarily became a bit cruel.
Perhaps this was the helplessness of coming to this world alone, without anyone to rely on, where everything had to be achieved solely with one's own hands.
Apart from being ruthless, there was no other way.
"Zhang, do you think we need to go back and bury the bodies?" Leon Wei showed a bit of humane kindness.
Zhang replied, "No need. If no one finds them, wild animals will help clean up. If someone does find them, they will report it to the authorities, and they will bury them for us."
"That makes sense."
Casual conversation lightened Zhang's mood, preventing it from being too somber and boring.
...
When they arrived in Ankang County, it was already dark. They had resolved things quickly and were returning swiftly. The soldiers guarding the city gates immediately let them pass. After they left, one of them quickly excused himself to urinate and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness.
This was a way of gathering information. In this era, it was normal to have multiple roles.
Earning some silver coins was nothing to be ashamed of; he understood.
Arriving at where Zhang lived, Leon Wei dismounted, patted the horse's back, and tossed the reins over. This thing was like a luxury car in modern times—some people were born with it, while others never had it in their lifetime.
"Zhang, I'll take my leave now."
Zhang said, "Leon Wei, thank you for today. Without your help, I might not have made it back. Do we really not need to inform anyone about this?"
"No need. The person has been taken care of by me. Words are unreliable, and there's no need to stir up trouble."
Leon Wei waved his hand, not wanting to argue with the two martial arts schools now. It was a waste of time. He would focus on finding ways to achieve his goals and improve his strength. When the day of the Three Schools Martial Arts Competition arrived, he would crush them with absolute strength.
If there were no conflicts, it didn't matter. If there was a real fight, he wouldn't hold back.
But for now, he wouldn't hold back at all.
Zhang held the horse's reins, looked at Leon Wei, nodded. He already knew that Leon Wei was no ordinary person. Everyone thought Leon Wei had a powerful backer to become an affiliated martial arts school.
But now, he knew that the person behind him was just the icing on the cake.
With Leon Wei's abilities, he would eventually become a prominent figure in Ankang County.
"Leon Wei, let's meet again in the future."
"Sure, goodbye."
Leon Wei turned and left.
Zhang watched Leon Wei's figure until it disappeared into the darkness. Thinking about completing the mission and soon becoming a true disciple, he smiled contentedly and led the horse back home.
He still had to return the horse tomorrow. A good horse was very valuable, with better food and care than ordinary people. Despite being an elite disciple, it was still quite a hassle to raise such a horse.
Simply put, a poor person didn't deserve to own a horse.
...
Back at the martial arts school, Leon Wei's return caused a stir. Jin Ray hurriedly appeared with a stick, relieved to see it was the fierce master. He almost thought it was a thief, but he remembered that the master and Zhang had gone out on a mission and didn't expect them to return so soon.
Leon Wei asked Jin Ray to heat up some food in the kitchen. He hadn't eaten on the road back and was starving.
Soon, there were five dishes on the table. As he ate and pondered, White Cang Hai and Pang Haichao were the opponents he had to face. This time, pretending to ambush, claiming to be from Kong Ming Martial Arts School but actually setting them up.
But it didn't matter. Whether it was true or not wasn't important. Both White Cang Hai and Pang Haichao were stepping stones for him.
Being an affiliated martial arts school, one of the Six Schools, was considered a great honor by others. But for him, he didn't want to just be an affiliate.
He had ambitions and ideas.
Of course, for now, he would focus on keeping a low profile, gradually building up his strength. Ambition without strength was just a futile death wish.
After finishing his meal, he returned to his room.
After fulfilling Zhang's wish, he gained a golden wish point.
"Precious golden wish point, capable of drawing rare and valuable items. I wonder what I'll get this time."
The first golden wish allowed him to draw the Golden Vajra Talisman technique.
How effective was it?
It was simply domineering.
Using it discreetly, catching opponents off guard, could have a significant impact. Two people had already suffered greatly at the hands of the Golden Vajra Talisman, demonstrating its ferocity.
"Let's draw the lottery."
The golden wheel was colorful and vibrant, with a wide variety of items. As for fixed lottery categories, he was sorry, as he was quite poor at the moment. Spending a fixed amount of golden wish points to narrow down the lottery range was extravagant.
At least for him at the moment.
[Consuming one golden wish point.]
As the wheel spun, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed internally with the usual clichés, invoking deities like the Jade Emperor and the Three Pure Ones. Who else could he ask for help?
"Congratulations on drawing: Martial Arts Breakthrough Card."
"Effect: Allows a perfected martial art to break through to a higher realm, thereby comprehending secret techniques."
It was straightforward and easy to understand.
"Now, which martial art should I use this breakthrough card on?"
Currently, he could only choose between two martial arts.
Wind Thunder Palm and Fierce Fire Kick.
It was really difficult. He never expected to have decision paralysis.
Leon Wei sat down heavily in his chair, pressed the breakthrough card on the table with one hand, propped his forehead with the other, closed his eyes, and fell into contemplation. He carefully analyzed Wind Thunder Palm, which emphasized agility and gravity, making it a more comprehensive martial art.
On the other hand, Fierce Fire Kick was all about power, concentrating qi and blood in the legs, sweeping out with force, capable of shattering stones and cracking boulders without any problem. But the image of him squeezing Lu Quan's leg against his waist during the day, breaking it with a slap, made him involuntarily shudder.
It was a gruesome sight, extremely bloody.
Today, he could break someone's leg, but tomorrow, his own legs could be broken by someone else.
As for keeping the breakthrough card, he had thought about it. But life was full of twists and turns, and no one knew what would happen tomorrow. If you dared to hold back, someone could take your life the next day.
What kind of situation was that?
It was foolish.
Moreover, the breakthrough card was not unique; there would be more in the future.
With a thought, he used the breakthrough card on Wind Thunder Palm.
"Activate."
As the breakthrough card disappeared, he suddenly stood up, a mysterious martial arts memory flooding into his mind. His arms trembled slightly, with a sound of tearing and expanding.
"My arms are getting thicker."
His sleeves swelled as his arms burst with robust qi and blood, causing the sleeves to tear apart, scattering bits of cloth everywhere.
The surface of his arms turned red, veins coiling around like dragons, blood and qi overflowing, rising from his shoulders like swaying flames.
"This feeling, it's this feeling."
This exhilarating sensation made him want to roar, but he remembered that Jin Ray and his sister had already gone to sleep. He couldn't shout loudly, so he couldn't help but push the door open and go to the courtyard. Facing a not-so-large artificial mountain, he let out a low growl and clapped his palms together.
"Secret Technique, Sky Thunder Concealment."
Bang!
The artificial mountain two meters away suddenly exploded, sending stone fragments flying everywhere. Even he was stunned by the power of this attack, exclaiming at its terror.
Leon Wei watched his palms, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Blasting an artificial mountain from a distance, was this something a Qi and Blood Realm cultivator could achieve?
It was impossible, completely impossible.
Not even a Flesh and Skin Realm cultivator could do it.
Unless a Flesh and Skin Realm cultivator had stepped into the True Qi Realm, condensed True Qi, and struck out with a fist, they could cause harm from a distance.
As he restrained the qi and blood in his body, his arms gradually returned to their original robustness.
"My qi and blood have strengthened, not just a simple enhancement, but a significant one. With my current level of qi and blood strength, no one at the same realm can match me. Even those Flesh and Skin Realm fellows, their qi and blood might not be stronger than mine."
He hadn't expected such a significant change from breaking through with Wind Thunder Palm and comprehending a secret technique.
The panel changed.
[Wind Thunder Palm (Breakthrough)]
It had gone from perfected to breakthrough.
"This feeling is amazing."
Leon Wei felt the powerful energy coursing through him, feeling content.
He even thought that with the power unleashed by the secret technique earlier, even a perfected Flesh and Skin Realm cultivator would likely fall and spit blood if they faced it head-on.
"Master, Master..."
Hearing the commotion, Jin Ray hurried over in a thin garment. The sound just now was so loud that he heard it.
"Jin Ray, it's nothing. Go back to sleep."
Leon Wei knew the noise was a bit too much. The person hadn't arrived yet, but his voice had already reached Jin Ray's ears.
The running footsteps stopped, and Jin Ray, who hadn't arrived yet, replied before hurriedly returning.
At that moment, Leon Wei couldn't sleep.
He wanted to go back to his room to draw talismans.
Even though drawing the lottery could quickly improve his proficiency, it couldn't quench his enthusiasm for self-improvement.
A person's rise to power might require some unexpected events.
But it was inseparable from one's own efforts.
The next day, early morning.
Just as he stepped out of the martial arts hall's gate, he saw Tofu Lu, quite surprised. After the trip to the Yihong Courtyard, Tofu Lu had disappeared, lost in the tender world of women. Now that he appeared, especially considering his martial arts hall had moved to a new location, it was unexpected that he had followed along.
"Make money well, Golden Flower is still waiting for me (0/1), reward: White Wish Point *1."
Well.
As expected, just as he thought, he must have spent all his money and had no choice but to set up a stall.
"Kai Zen, long time no see," Leon Wei greeted Tofu Lu proactively. Tofu Lu, who was older, looked much thinner than before, with sunken cheeks and a hollow gaze, as if drained by some kind of monster, even his eyes had become dull.
This is the harm caused by indulging in women.
One has only heard of tired oxen, not of ruined fields. The more you cultivate the land, the better it becomes, the soil becoming soft and loose, ready for the next planting.
"Sigh." Tofu Lu sighed helplessly. "Don't mention it, regretful beyond words. Women can harm a person. That place is a money pit. I shouldn't have gone there in the first place. All the hard-earned money I had was spent there. From now on, I'll just sell tofu honestly."
As he spoke, Tofu Lu's face was filled with painful regret.
If it weren't for being able to see his wish, one might have actually believed his words.
Golden Flower should be that tank girl. No customers were willing to order it except Tofu Lu, who liked it the most. Thinking of this, he took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and placed them on the vendor's counter.
"Give me a bowl of tofu, and give each of the apprentices in my martial arts hall a bowl. No need to return the change," Leon Wei waved his hand generously. Nowadays, he was a far cry from his past self, and this amount of silver was just a drop in the bucket.
"Thank you, Leon Wei, Leon Wei is generous," Tofu Lu was overjoyed.
[Received White Wish Point +1]
Completing someone else's simple wish is just that easy. Helping others is helping oneself.
"Move..."
"Get out, all of you, get out."
A roar echoed, and not far away, a young man dressed in luxury rode a horse, charging through the streets, startling the onlookers.
Leon Wei frowned, displeased with such arrogance. This was a road, not a horse-riding path. Tofu Lu hurriedly walked out from behind the stall, pulling him aside as the horse galloped past him.
"Leon Wei, he is Lei Hong, the son of Master Lei, the head of the Giant Strength Martial Hall," Tofu Lu reminded, without saying much. He knew Leon Wei's status and position were high now, but some people were equally troublesome to provoke, which could bring trouble to oneself.
"Oh."
Leon Wei's eyes gleamed. The Giant Strength Martial Hall, one of the three lower gates, although this person was only the son of the hall master, he was still influential in Ankang County.
"Let's go."
Leave this place.
...
Kongming Martial Hall, with two stone lions placed at the entrance, majestic and imposing. Two disciples stood proudly at the entrance.
"What, what do you want?"
With Leon Wei's appearance, the two disciples were clearly intimidated.
They naturally recognized who this person was. Wasn't he the head of the Lin Martial Hall, Leon Wei? Their senior brother, Liang Song, was still lying at home as a corpse.
Who was the culprit?
It was this guy in front of them.
"I'm here to see your hall master," Leon Wei said.
The fear in the eyes of the two gatekeepers pleased him. It indicated that he had indeed gained some prestige during this period.
In the living room.
The atmosphere was tense as Leon Wei sat there with Bai Canghai, drinking tea. The disciples in the courtyard all stopped their training and stood there, as if waiting for the hall master's command to rush in and kill on the spot.
"Bai Master, I have a question to ask since Lin has come uninvited," Leon Wei held his teacup calmly, slowly placing it down. "When Zhang Shan and I were out on a mission, we were ambushed by assassins who claimed to be instigated by Bai Master. How do you see this matter?"
After speaking, Leon Wei smiled, calmly looking at Bai Canghai.
Upon hearing this, Bai Canghai stood up abruptly. "Leon Wei, I didn't do such a thing. Although there are conflicts between us, these conflicts are out in the open. Sending assassins is not something I would stoop to."
"Moreover, I am not so foolish as to reveal my hand before the deed is done. Someone must be trying to frame me," Bai Canghai continued firmly.
Leon Wei remained silent, staring directly at Bai Canghai.
This made Bai Canghai somewhat anxious.
"Leon Wei, I act openly and honestly. I wouldn't stoop to such things," Bai Canghai said, his tone resolute.
Leon Wei still didn't speak, just gazing quietly.
This attitude, this look, made Bai Canghai feel uneasy.
Indeed.
A wish had appeared; sometimes you had to push people a bit.
"Bai Master, I believe you. I could have come to you personally, and I believe it wasn't you, but who do you think might have done this?" Leon Wei said slowly.
With the wish fulfilled, a white wish point was obtained.
Bai Canghai paced back and forth, deep in thought. Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes firm. "Pang Haichao. It must be Pang Haichao trying to frame and harm me. The Three Martial Halls are competing for the position of external affairs manager. He knows about the conflict between us and wants to incite conflict between us, it must be like this, it's definitely like this."
Leon Wei smiled. It seemed that Bai Canghai was not naive.
But thinking about it, Bai Canghai wouldn't have stood firm in Ankang County if he wasn't sharp-minded; how could he have survived until now if his mind wasn't agile?
Leon Wei got up and walked towards the door. "Bai Master, I know it wasn't you. I came here to say that some things should be settled openly and fairly. Winning or losing depends on one's abilities. Stirring up trouble behind the scenes is despicable."
"Thank you for trusting me, Leon Wei," Bai Canghai thanked him and escorted Leon Wei out.
The disciples in the courtyard, seeing the hall master being polite to Leon Wei, tilted their heads in confusion. What's going on? Isn't our martial hall in conflict with the Lin Martial Hall?
Why is the hall master being polite to the other party?
Only children talk about right and wrong; adults talk about interests.
After Leon Wei left, Bai Canghai clenched his fists tightly, his face covered in frost, a fierce light in his eyes.
"Pang Haichao, how dare you try to frame me."
It was one thing to take action against the affiliated martial hall master outside Ankang County, but Zhang Shan was an elite disciple. Even if he was the master of an affiliated martial hall, it wouldn't help if he killed the main hall's disciple.
Pang Haichao knew about the conflict between him and Leon Wei and wanted to take advantage of the situation.
But now, he wouldn't give Pang Haichao that chance.
...
Mingxiang Teahouse.
This was the property that Ma Sandao lost to him. Since acquiring it, he had never visited until now. Upon his arrival, the shopkeeper immediately greeted him respectfully.
"Leon Wei, you're here."
The shopkeeper, in his fifties, bore many marks of life on his face. He didn't care who owned the teahouse; he just wanted to keep his position as the shopkeeper.
"Well, serve some tea. I need to rest my feet."
He wandered outside every day to fulfill wishes and to see the sights of Ankang County. The more places he visited, the more things he saw.
The shopkeeper said, "Leon Wei, Lei Hong, the son of Master Lei, is upstairs with his friends, making a bit of noise. Would you like me to arrange a private room for you for some peace and quiet?"
"No need, I'll go to the upstairs."
"Alright, Leon Wei."
When Leon Wei arrived, he saw that familiar steed.
But he wasn't there to cause trouble; he was there to observe the wishes of the upper-class figures in Ankang County. Even if he couldn't fulfill their wishes, the information they revealed was still valuable.
For example, the deputy hall master he had seen earlier harbored ill intentions towards the hall master.
He wanted to take over the Changying Martial Hall.
If he didn't know about it, he would have thought that the relationship between the deputy hall master and the hall master was very good.
He didn't let the shopkeeper escort him upstairs but went alone. After all, being served by the shopkeeper would attract attention and make him stand out, which could lead to unwanted scrutiny.
Before reaching the second floor, he could already hear the melodious sounds of opera and laughter mingling with the voices of a group of people.
As he arrived upstairs, unnoticed, he sat down in a quiet spot near the railing.
His gaze was fixed on Lei Hong, who appeared handsome and was speaking animatedly, surrounded by a group of well-dressed young men from affluent families.
"Well, I'll tell you about the things happening in the martial world today. Aren't you all eager to hear?" Lei Hong, relying on his father being the hall master, had access to information that ordinary people couldn't imagine.
The young gentlemen around him nodded eagerly.
Apart from idling around, they loved hearing about the events in the martial world.
Lei Hong took a sip of tea and cleared his throat. "You're lucky to know me. So, let me tell you about the fierce battle that recently took place between the Mountain and River Martial Halls and the Huitong Martial Hall, where many people died."
"What?"
"Is it true?"
The crowd was shocked.
Even Leon Wei furrowed his brow slightly.
The Mountain and River Martial Halls were responsible for transportation, while the Huitong Martial Hall handled salt and iron.
How could there be a conflict if the six gates were cooperating?
Could it be that the harmony was only superficial, and there were continuous hidden conflicts?
Lei Hong chuckled, "It's definitely true. How could it be false? Don't the Huitong Martial Hall's salt and iron have to be transported out through the Huitong River?
"Yes."
"Then that's it. The Huitong Martial Hall's salt and iron have to be transported by ship, and the Mountain and River Martial Hall controls the ships. Over time, this naturally led to problems. Why should the Huitong Martial Hall not have its own ships and have to use the Mountain and River Martial Hall's ships? So, this conflict erupted."
Lei Hong continued to talk enthusiastically.
Leon Wei listened carefully, analyzing the situation. Such an event wasn't surprising; it seemed that the waters were deep in Ankang County, not as simple as he had initially thought.
No one would be content with a small piece of land.
The conflict probably had been ongoing for a long time.
The surface appearances were just too well done, leading ordinary people to believe that the six gates were truly united.
As he pondered these thoughts...
A voice rang out.
"Could it be that you are Leon Wei of the Lin Martial Hall?"
Leon Wei looked up to see Lei Hong walking over, bowing respectfully and inquiring.
"Lei Young Master, indeed I am." Leon Wei replied.
"Does Leon Wei know who I am?"
"Naturally, I've long heard of Lei Young Master's name."
"Oh, I'm just a name, just a name." Lei Hong waved his hand modestly, but inwardly, he was overjoyed. He continued, "What I have is nothing compared to Leon Wei. I've heard of Leon Wei's name for a long time, but we never had the chance to meet. Now that we have, it truly seems like fate."
"Ha ha, Lei Young Master, please have a seat," Leon Wei smiled.
Lei Hong was in a very good mood, waving his hand to the people around him.
"Today, this young master meets Leon Wei, feeling great. I'll cover all expenses today. Eat and drink to your heart's content."
Observing his demeanor, Leon Wei felt a strong aura of an antagonist emanating from him.