My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 574: Going Home to Complain

Chapter 574: Chapter 574: Going Home to Complain

"Hmm, what benefit do I get if I don’t expose you all?" Hao Jian snorted coldly, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the blonde woman. If he could sleep with her, it would be the ultimate pleasure.

"As long as you can hand over what we want, we are willing to give you a billion..." The One-eyed Dragon stretched out a finger, saying with a smile.

"Psh, a meager billion to betray national interests..." Hao Jian disdainfully interrupted the One-eyed Dragon, but before he could finish, the One-eyed Dragon added, "It’s a billion euros."

"Hiss." Hearing this, Hao Jian inhaled sharply. The value was vastly different now.

"Not only that, I know Mr. Hao Jian has a fondness for beauties." Seeing Hao Jian’s reaction, the One-eyed Dragon smiled satisfactorily and gestured towards the blonde woman, "Her name is Maris. If you are willing to cooperate with us, then she will belong to you."

"Is that, is that true?" Hao Jian swallowed hard. The billion euros alone had already captivated him, and now with Maris added to the offer, he could even consider death.

"Of course it’s true." The One-eyed Dragon nodded firmly, saying with a smile, "If Mr. Hao Jian doubts our sincerity, then I can step outside to wait for you, letting you have some time to foster a connection with Maris here first."

"I’m happy to serve the gentleman." Maris immediately bowed to Hao Jian, the almost entirely exposed white expanse and deep ravine nearly causing Hao Jian to burst in excitement right there.

"Cough cough, we can discuss such matters after we cooperate." Hao Jian coughed dryly. He had taken a serious blow below and couldn’t muster the strength, which made him hate Tang Ming even more.

If it wasn’t for Tang Ming damaging that part of him, he would have been able to enjoy the services of a foreign beauty today.

"So, you mean you agree?" The One-eyed Dragon asked with a hint of surprise, smiling.

"It’s safer to have the money transferred to my account first." Hao Jian replied indifferently.

"I can give you a deposit of thirty million euros right now, and pay the rest after the job is done. As for Maris, she’s yours from this moment." The One-eyed Dragon said very generously.

"Good, it’s settled then." Hao Jian nodded without hesitation, not even bothering to ask what the other party wanted before saying, "I will get you what you want tomorrow."

"Straight to the point. I wish you a speedy recovery, and I will take my leave now." The One-eyed Dragon handed Hao Jian a bank card and headed for the door.

Once outside, the One-eyed Dragon sneered disdainfully. Even until his death, Hei Long had not completed the mission, but he had just assumed his position and had everything under control. As long as he could get his hands on that research data, even ten billion euros would be worth it, let alone one, and without using a single soldier.

Tang Ming returned to his room with his appointment letter in hand, pondering whether he should accept the position of Group Leader for the Martial Arts Inspector team. Lin Canghai left in such a hurry that he didn’t clarify the specific duties, and since he was to be the Group Leader, there had to be team members. The thought of having to recruit them himself was daunting—where in the world would he find team members?

After pondering for a long time and still not making sense of it, Tang Ming stopped wracking his brains. Lin Canghai would return to explain the specifics after he finished his tasks. After all, saving Liu Gaoze was a great accomplishment in itself, and everything else seemed trivial in comparison.

After school, Hu Wei with his bruised nose and swollen face, anxiously returned to the headquarters of Tianbo Martial Arts Hall, also known as the Hu Family.

Having been beaten up so badly today, he was a bit too frightened and ashamed to go home.

The Hu Family might be a Martial Arts Family, but the real core disciples typically cultivate in the Sect, leaving the entire family’s business to professional managers and some low-level disciples.

This time, to prepare for Hu Wei’s college entrance examination, his father brought him back to Songlan City from the Sect. They also planned to scout talented students in the Tianbo Martial Arts Hall to introduce to the Sect for training.

"Why are you back so late?" As soon as Hu Wei entered the house, he was greeted by a stern voice.

Hu Wei hurriedly glanced at the sofa, nervously saying, "I... I ran into some trouble, so I got back late."

His father, Hu Zheng, a Four-star Martial Master, was sitting in the antique hall reading the newspaper. Hearing Hu Wei mention trouble, he looked up with a puzzled expression.

"What have you done to yourself?" Seeing Hu Wei’s bruised and swollen face, with one side particularly inflated, Hu Zheng’s face darkened as he set down the paper and asked.

"I... I got beaten up at school," Hu Wei confessed helplessly.

"You are a Half-step Martial Master now. Are there really students in the school who can bully you? Have you been warned not to provoke other Martial Arts Families, only to be taught a lesson by someone because you did not listen?" Hu Zheng harshly questioned, as his family favored a peaceful development and avoided clashes with other Martial Arts Families unless absolutely necessary. Therefore, he greatly disapproved of Hu Wei instigating trouble with other families.

"No, definitely not. It was really a student from school who did this." Standing in front of Hu Zheng, Hu Wei insisted vehemently.

"A student? Who? Are there any students currently with a higher cultivation than you?" Hu Zheng asked incredulously. Hu Wei had been cultivating in the Sect for years, which was way beyond comparison to a typical disciple from a Martial Arts Family. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have achieved the Half-step Martial Master level at such a young age.

Hearing this, Hu Wei instantly felt humiliated and said through gritted teeth, "It was Chen Cang from the Chen Family."

"Chen... Nonsense." Hu Zheng slammed the newspaper on the table, saying irritably, "The Chen Family is just a business family. When you used to bully Chen Cang, Chen Fazhong frequently came to me begging and pleading on his behalf. How could Chen Cang beat you?"

"Dad, the injuries I have are from Chen Cang," Hu Wei said helplessly, looking at Hu Zheng and insisting, "Chen Cang is not the same anymore. He’s no longer a fatty, and his skills are profound and unfathomable. I couldn’t even take one move from him."

"Seriously?" Hu Zheng was stunned, and taking another look at Hu Wei’s injuries, which seemed genuine, he considered, "Could it be that the Chen Family has produced a prodigious talent during our absence from Songlan City, turning them into a Martial Arts Family?"

"This... it’s possible. Chen Cang must have received guidance from some master. How could that waste of space surpass me?" Hu Wei nodded repeatedly, then sat down beside Hu Zheng, suggesting, "Why don’t we ask our people what’s been happening these days?"

"As if they would know anything!" Hu Zheng gave Hu Wei a disdainful look. The disciples left in charge of the Hu Family were just low-level martial artists, while the talented ones were all cultivating in the Sect. Those left behind simply did not have access to the core events of the Songlan City Martial Arts Community.