Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 630: This kid is so young, he obviously won’t make it.

Chapter 630: Chapter 630: This kid is so young, he obviously won’t make it.

Lu Xiao couldn’t help but have veins popping out on his forehead at this moment.

"What a bunch of good fellows, cursing people as soon as you catch them, huh?"

I initially wanted to say that the offspring of the nine high-ranking members reported by Xuanyuan Xiaoqi might not be the same as their elders.

But now it seems that the old saying is true; dragons birth dragons, phoenixes birth phoenixes, and the son of a rat will dig holes.

All eight of these people were arrogant and overbearing.

It seems Zhai Tong didn’t make a single mistake in identifying them.

"Zhai Tong, they cursed at me, and you have nothing to say?" Lu Xiao raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhai Tong.

I appointed you as Hall Master, shouldn’t you defend me a bit?

Zhai Tong was startled but quickly understood Lu Xiao’s intention.

He stepped forward and began slapping the faces of those eight people.

Two slaps each, going back and forth before stopping.

"Shut up when I tell you to shut up, keep blabbering, and I’ll slice your brains out!" Zhai Tong glared and scolded.

Then, all eight people shut their mouths.

Lu Xiao couldn’t help but roll his eyes. That’s it?

Gave in too quickly.

To stop being arrogant after being slapped only a couple of times, what rubbish.

Back when I met those second-generations outside, each and every one of them was essentially the second-in-command to Heaven itself.

Forget just getting a couple of slaps across the face, even if you broke their limbs, they’d still stiffen their necks and glare, shouting, "Just you wait, my dad will make his move."

"Zhai Tong, slap them again," Lu Xiao contemplated and then said.

Zhai Tong: ???

The eight youngsters were also dumbfounded. What does he mean ’slap them again’?

We’re not talking or cursing anymore, so why the slapping?

Who is this guy, for the love of God, is he sick?

"If they’re not wailing miserably, I always feel it lacks oomph," Lu Xiao explained.

Zhai Tong pondered for two seconds, then heartily nodded in agreement, "That’s really true!"

That said, Zhai Tong charged forward again, the sound of slapping resounding with loud snaps.

"Stop it! What are you doing?" Around the fourth round of slapping by Zhai Tong, finally, someone arrived.

A man and a woman, both looked quite majestic—it was clear they were used to being in high positions.

"Father! Mother! Save me!" Among the eight youths, someone started crying out.

Zhai Tong didn’t waste time with words, his gaze shifted to those ten Zhai Tong had assigned to him from the Half-Immortal Realm Eighth Layer: "Capture them."

"Yes!"

Soon, the man and the woman were tightly tied up.

"You scoundrels, what on earth are you doing! Do you know who I am? I am the Deputy Hall Master of the Judgement Hall!"

"Release us, I demand you let us go!"

The man and woman began howling angrily, their expressions ferocious.

Anyone unaware might think the two had contracted some form of rabies.

"Hong Yan, stop shouting," Xuanyuan Xiaoqi, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward and said.

The man was taken aback, then suddenly turned to look at Xuanyuan Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, what is going on? Is there some misunderstanding? Who are these people? Why am I being tied up?"

Hearing Xuanyuan Hongyan’s words, Xuanyuan Xiaoqi couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

You’re still playing the innocent card.

Don’t you have a clue why you’re being tied up?

"Actually, there’s no misunderstanding. The things you did in the Judgement Hall, what misunderstanding could there be, right?"

"I won’t even mention the large amount of resources you embezzled. Over the years, at least a handful of disciples died by your hands, didn’t they?"

Hearing Xuanyuan Xiaoqi’s words, Xuanyuan Hongyan’s face changed drastically.

"Xiaoqi, listen to me, these are all... all slanders!"

"We are cousins, you have to believe me!"

"Untie us first, and let me explain."

Xuanyuan Xiaoqi shook her head and then pointed at Lu Xiao: "What use is telling me, you have to tell the Sect Leader."

What? Sect Leader?

He had heard before that Xuanyuan Tomb was about to welcome a new Sect Leader.

He had always assumed Xuanyuan Xiaoqi would take over.

After all, Xuanyuan Xiaoqi is the biological son of Xuanyuan Panshi.

"My master’s Direct Disciple, Lu Xiao, from today onwards, shall assume the role of Sect Leader of Xuanyuan Tomb, overseeing all affairs of Xuanyuan Tomb," she declared.

Xuanyuan Hongyan’s facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably. Damn it, Xuanyuan Panshi, that old coot, actually passed the position of Sect Leader to an outsider!

"Xiaoqi! How can you bear this?" Xuanyuan Hongyan suddenly roared.

"This is Xuanyuan Tomb, it belongs to our Xuanyuan Clan."

"The position of Sect Leader of Xuanyuan Tomb should be held by a Xuanyuan Clan Member."

"What is this kid worth? Even if he’s the grand disciple, he’s not one of us, and he has no right to be the Sect Leader of our Xuanyuan Tomb."

Xuanyuan Xiaoqi opened her mouth but was at a loss for words.

Xuanyuan Tomb had never belonged solely to the Xuanyuan Clan, and it’s not that only Xuanyuan Clan Members could become Sect Leader; ninety percent or more of the disciples of Xuanyuan Tomb were not from the Xuanyuan Clan.

"Xiaoqi, I support you becoming Sect Leader!" Seeing Xuanyuan Xiaoqi remain silent, Xuanyuan Hongyan became even more agitated.

"This kid is so young, he clearly won’t cut it, just kill him off."

"Even if the old ancestor holds you accountable later, it’s no big deal, we, the Xuanyuan Clan Members, will have your back."

Xuanyuan Xiaoqi bit her lip, her expression awkward, almost wishing she could dig out a three-bedroom flat on the spot with her toes.

"Xiaoqi, if you don’t dare, I’ll do it!"

"Unbind me, and I’ll make the move," Xuanyuan Hongyan’s eyes narrowed.

Lu Xiao watched with amusement and then turned to Zhai Tong: "Untie him."

"Alrighty," Zhai Tong immediately nodded.

If you want to dive straight into death, who am I to stop you?