System Activation: The Ultimate God of Wealth41.10%

Collecting Property Fees?

"Dad, what's up? Is it a call from Little Sister?"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man, unable to hold back his question.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, tossing the crushed phone aside before he said, "Call back!"

The young man was taken aback. What was this about? Why did his father's voice sound so shaky?

With a sense of unease, the young man dialed Ning Fengqing's number. But he didn't dare to hand the phone over; instead, he put it on speaker.

In Jiangzhou, Ning Fengqing pressed the answer button.

"Are you sure?"

Only three words came through the line.

"There's no mistake. Tieshan Kao, Dingxin Zhou (a martial arts move). I couldn't handle his first move. If I hadn't called for a stop, that Dingxin Zhou would have... killed me!"

Ning Fengqing still felt a chill thinking about Su Ming's Dingxin Zhou.

There was a moment of silence, followed by an angry roar.

"What? Who the bastard is it? Little Sister, wait for me! I'll go over there and skin him alive if I find him!"

*Bang!*

"Dad, you ambushed me!"

But all that came through the phone was a muffled thud and the indignant shout of the young man.

Ning Fengqing shook his head helplessly. His father and brother were anything but normal.

"What's his name? Is his background clean? Do you know where he learned his skills?"

His father's voice came through again.

Ning Fengqing replied, "Su Ming, clean background, but no clues about his teacher."

"That's not surprising. The Eight Extremes lineage has always been mysterious."

In the metropolis, the young man leaned in, listening for a while, a thoughtful look on his face.

At this moment, Ning Fengqing spoke up again, "Dad, I think we have a chance this time!"

There was a brief silence on the other end before, "You mean, using outside help?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"I'll think about it!"

The last three words came through, and then there was silence.

Ning Fengqing hung up and returned to the police station.

Meanwhile, in the metropolis, on the stage, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "That's enough for today. Go practice. You haven't made any progress, hmm..."

The young man immediately pouted, his face full of indignation. "Dad, I'm only twenty-seven! I'm already at the peak of the Mingjing level (a martial arts level). Who among the younger generation in the metropolis, except that turtle from the Taiji family, is stronger than me? You're really not giving me any face here!"

The middle-aged man paused in his steps, saying coolly, "In literature, no first; in martial arts, no second. If you're not the strongest, you are weak."

With that, the middle-aged man walked away.

The young man looked dejected, but quickly composed himself.

"Su Ming, huh?"

He stroked his chin, mulling over the name, his eyes growing colder.

Soon, he picked up his phone and made a call.

"Young Master!"

A voice filled with utmost respect came through the line.

"I'm going to Jiangzhou, now!"

"Yes, Young Master! I'll make the arrangements right away!"

"Also, look into this Su Ming. I want everything on him. Oh, and he recently had contact with my little sister!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

The young man hung up and stepped down from the stage, his eyes growing even colder.

"Dare to bully my sister? Wash your neck and wait for me!"

Indeed, the young man was a rare and devoted protector of his sister, and his name was Ning Fengchi.

Perhaps he wasn't well-known, but in certain circles in the metropolis, he was a feared... demon king!

Su Ming was currently having a beautiful dream, where everything was possible.

He had no idea that a powerful figure from the metropolis was quietly arriving in Jiangzhou.

At dawn, Ning Fengchi stepped off the plane, followed by an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit.

As soon as they left the airport, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class pulled up in front of them.

"Young Master, please!"

The elderly man opened the car door, and Ning Fengchi got in.

Soon, the elderly man took out a stack of files from the seat, all of which contained detailed records of Su Ming's life.

The elderly man respectfully handed the files to Ning Fengchi.

"Su Ming."

He muttered, then began to read.

"Over twenty years of life, and nothing remarkable. Four days ago, a wedding mishap, and 3 million yuan in cash delivered by courier. Hmph..."

"Tempering the heart in the mortal world, indeed worthy of being the Eight Extremes' successor!"

"How ridiculous, this woman, struck gold without realizing it! How could the Eight Extremes' successor not even have 300,000 yuan? She ruined her own bright future!"

Ning Fengchi scoffed, throwing the files aside, and said, "To Yunshang Yufu!"

The driver nodded and stepped on the gas, and the G-Class sped off.

In just twenty minutes, they arrived at Yunshang Yufu, in front of Villa No. 1.

The car door opened, and Ning Fengchi and the elderly man got out.

"Master, guests have arrived!"

Xiao Le's voice brought Su Ming, who was still reminiscing about his beautiful dream, back to reality.

"Who is it?"

Su Ming was puzzled. Lin Yixue should be at work, and Xiangzi and Houzi were busy. Who could be visiting him?

As Su Ming spoke, the living room screen turned on, showing Ning Fengchi and the elderly man.

"Don't recognize them? Open the door!"

Su Ming, still puzzled, walked out of the living room.

By now, Ning Fengchi and the elderly man had already entered the gate and were walking toward him.

Ning Fengchi wasn't walking fast, but a thick aura surrounded him as he moved.