Please accept me as your apprentice

Su Wan Yue stood up, her expression serious as she scanned the people from Jiang Hong Group.

Her gaze lingered particularly on the two oddly dressed men behind Wang Jie, who clearly weren't ordinary people.

The Jiang Hong Group, led by the Wang family, was essentially a gangster organization, with countless cases of using force to seize what they wanted.

If she didn't agree to them, the threats and troubles Su Group would face would only escalate.

It was said that the Wang family originated from the gray area, and if they were pushed too far, even Su Wan Yue's personal safety could be at risk.

"But how do I know you won't go back on your word?" Su Wan Yue glared at Wang Jie.

Wang Jie smiled and stood up as well.

"We'll still give some face to Old Su. Tomorrow, we'll wait for the experts from the Su family at our Wang family club."

After saying that, Wang Jie didn't linger, and immediately left.

Su Wan Yue's face was grave. After a brief pause, she also turned and left.

Back at the Su family's mansion, upon hearing that Su Wan Yue had agreed to Jiang Hong Group's challenge, the family members began criticizing her decision, calling it childish.

But Old Su sighed and said:

"This is a typical method used by the Wang family. I've heard of Wang Jie's grandfather. He was the leader of the gangsters back in the day."

"His reputation was only second to that of Dragon King."

"I heard the Wang family has many powerful followers, and they've been constantly intimidating Su Group, hoping to force us to back down from the bidding."

"If they succeed, they can easily win the bid and expand, eventually swallowing Su Group's infrastructure projects whole."

Su Qingguo couldn't understand his daughter and father's decisions.

"Why not call the police? Why agree to fight them?"

"If they threaten Su Group again, we should just call the police and let them handle it."

Su Juguo looked at Su Qingguo with disdain and said:

"Brother, it's you who's being naive. The Su family's relationships with other companies are the worst."

"Our father spent his whole life in the military, never used money to build relationships. Family conflicts like this offend everyone—do you see anyone offering help?"

Su Qingguo was speechless, his mouth opening but no words coming out.

Old Su raised his hand and said:

"Wan Yue is doing the right thing. The Wang family is a gangster family, but they are confident they will win. But what if there's an accident?"

"If Su Group wins, they'll have no choice but to withdraw."

"I've reviewed Su Group's development plans, and this bidding is crucial. At least we won't have to worry about food in the second half of the year."

Su Wan Yue stood up and said:

"The reason I dared to agree to them is because Uncle Si is our only hope."

Uncle Si was the youngest son of Old Su.

He had always admired martial arts, and Old Su had sent him to the Shaolin Temple to study.

Old Su had always been his idol, and he had dreamed of conquering the battlefield.

However, his character led him to make a big mistake.

After being expelled, his personality changed dramatically, and he secluded himself in Jiangzhou's famous Mount Temple, living a life of self-cultivation, avoiding the mundane world.

Old Su closed his eyes, silently giving his consent.

"Wan Yue, go and bring him back. It's been three years, and I miss him."

Su Wan Yue nodded and left.

Just as she stepped out, she saw Chen Tian about to enter.

"What are you doing here?" Su Wan Yue frowned.

"I'm here to chat with Old Su," Chen Tian said nonchalantly.

As Su Wan Yue walked towards the car, she said:

"Come with me to Mount Temple."

"What for?" Chen Tian asked, confused.

Su Wan Yue glared at him and said: "Do your job."

Chen Tian sighed, clearly reluctant.

Su Wan Yue drove the car, with Chen Tian in the passenger seat.

After about an hour of driving, they left the city and entered a large mountain.

At the summit, shrouded in mist, a magnificent temple appeared.

"You stay outside," Su Wan Yue said, jumping out of the car and heading toward the temple.

Chen Tian, unwilling to follow, knew Su Wan Yue was in a bad mood because she feared losing. Her mood had been low ever since the challenge.

Chen Tian had come to speak to Old Su and offer his help, but Su Wan Yue had pulled him here.

Out of boredom, Chen Tian wandered around the area.

Not far away, a beautiful woman, with a graceful figure, was swaying her hips as she entered the temple.

Chen Tian stared, captivated by her large hips.

Unfortunately, she didn't realize her health problems, praying in vain for a son.

As Chen Tian stood lost in thought, he suddenly felt a chill breeze behind him.

He instinctively turned around and saw a hand quickly reaching toward his back.

Startled, Chen Tian quickly retreated.

Fortunately, his speed was extraordinary; otherwise, he would not have been able to avoid the attack.

After stabilizing himself, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him—he was the same man who had injured Li Changqing in the park that evening.

"Hmph, kid, didn't expect to run into you here," the middle-aged man sneered.

The man quickly formed a dragon claw shape with his hand and charged toward Chen Tian.

Chen Tian, disgusted, said:

"I don't have time to deal with you today. Just get lost."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost control and run away. I'm going to finish you off today," the middle-aged man cursed.

Chen Tian, feeling speechless, said, "You're blaming me because you're weak?"

"That night, I was worried about that old man lurking behind. Do you think I'm really afraid of you?"

The middle-aged man coldly snorted and charged at Chen Tian.

Chen Tian, clearly irritated, said, "If you can't win, don't keep pretending. You're an old man; are you going to kneel and beg for mercy later? How embarrassing."

"Hahaha, after I beat you into submission, you'll regret saying that," the middle-aged man scoffed.

"Huh, I don't even want you as my disciple, and you're calling me your grandson. Do you have no shame?" Chen Tian intentionally provoked him.

"Looking for death!"

The middle-aged man suddenly kicked off the ground, propelling himself several meters into the air.

Chen Tian quickly turned and ran, darting into the woods.

The middle-aged man laughed coldly.

"Scared to be seen kneeling and calling me 'grandfather'?"

Chen Tian mysteriously shook his head:

"I'm afraid of accidentally injuring a passerby."

"Haha, you're quite cocky," the middle-aged man said as he charged forward again.

Chen Tian, with a deep smile on his face, stood still and waited for the man's attack.

"Let me show you what true dragon claw hands look like!"

"What? You know dragon claw hands?" The middle-aged man was slightly surprised.

"Just learned them," Chen Tian replied proudly.

Whoosh...

Chen Tian assumed a horse stance, his hands morphing into dragon claws.

The shape of his hands looked like a furious, violent dragon.

Boom...

Immediately, the two dragon claws collided with each other.

The two attacked in almost identical ways.

The only difference was that Chen Tian stood firmly on the ground, unmoving like a mountain.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man, to maximize the power of his attack, always liked to leap into the air for additional force.

However, as soon as his hands touched Chen Tian's, he immediately regretted it.

He felt an immense force travel from Chen Tian's hands to his own.

The force was several times stronger than his own.

Is this the kind of power a human can produce?

Thud thud thud...

He was sent flying backward, crashing into three trees as thick as bowls before finally coming to a stop.

Bang...

He hit the ground hard, blood pouring from his mouth, his hands bruised and red, as if soaked in blood.

"How is this possible?"

"This dragon claw hand is so powerful. Even my master couldn't reach this level!"

Chen Tian waved his hand and said:

"I told you, you're too old. I wouldn't even want you as my disciple."

"How did you do it? Why can you use dragon claw hands?" the middle-aged man asked viciously.

Chen Tian, enjoying the moment, teased him: "Did you not hear me? I just learned them."

The middle-aged man almost vomited blood!

"Now, will you kneel and call me grandfather, or should I make you a cripple?" Chen Tian asked seriously.

The middle-aged man immediately knelt and bowed:

"I admit defeat, Master, please accept my bow."

"Damn, you guys have no shame. I told you to call me 'grandfather,' and you're trying to get all dramatic?" Chen Tian muttered, speechless.

The middle-aged man shook his head, saying:

"From now on, whenever I see you, I will never raise a hand against you."

"Hmm, you can still make a move. I wouldn't mind giving you another beating," Chen Tian said, grinning.

The middle-aged man, speechless, remained silent.

"Dragon claw hands, aren't they from Shaolin? Why would you be a killer?" Chen Tian asked, puzzled.

The middle-aged man stood up and said:

"Just to make money."

"I never thought there could be such an amazing dragon claw hand. Master, please accept me as your disciple!" he said, kneeling again.

Chen Tian, with a face full of black lines, replied:

"Do I have no standards? Anyone can be my disciple?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare!" the middle-aged man said, lowering his head.

Chen Tian waved his hand:

"Just get lost. You smell too much like blood. I don't like it."

"My name is Wei Jiuying. I haven't yet had the honor of learning your name, Master," the middle-aged man said.

"Enough with the nonsense. Just remember this: if you ever lay a hand on me or anyone around me, I will destroy you."

Chen Tian suddenly became serious.

Wei Jiuying looked at him in shock, noticing his unshaken demeanor, and no longer insisted.

He bowed and covered his chest, walking back into the deep woods.