"Talk, talk, talk about what business?" Seeing that Wang Hao didn't intend to kill him but actually started discussing business with him, Tao Matong couldn't help but be taken aback.
Wang Hao didn't directly answer his question, but instead asked nonchalantly, "Young Master Tao, do you really want to be the third-generation helmsman of the Taos?"
Tao Matong was a bit dumbfounded; with his IQ of 250, he really couldn't figure out what Wang Hao was up to with his mysterious actions.
After some thought, Tao Matong decided to tell the truth.
"I do, I dream of it. But there are seven others like me in our family. I'm not the eldest legitimate son, and no matter if it's by seniority or anything else, it's not my turn."
Wang Hao gave Tao Matong a slight smile, seemingly appreciating his honesty.
"The Saint put it well, there are no difficult things in the world; it's only difficult for those with a heart. As long as you want to be the next leader of the Taos, then that's settled!"
