Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 213 Begging

"Mr. Wu Tian, that’s what happened. Do... do you believe me?" In front of Wu Tian, Cui Shanhe no longer possessed the composure and arrogance of a noble scion. He bowed his head slightly, muttering, terrified that Wu Tian might misunderstand. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Wu Tian’s lips curled into a playful smile, but he remained silent. This only made Cui Shanhe even more nervous.

The little one called out, "Dad, you’re scaring him so much he’s about to collapse."

Hearing his daughter speak, Wu Tian finally relented. "Just make sure you don’t associate with them in the future. That’s all."

"Yes, yes, of course! I definitely will," Cui Shanhe nodded eagerly.

Suddenly remembering something, he sighed and said, "Mr. Wu Tian, the Cui Family is hosting a banquet in your honor tomorrow night, and I hope you can attend. Also, here is my business card. Please do me the kindness of accepting it. The gatekeeper at my home is a snob, but with this card, he won’t dare to offend you." Cui Shanhe knew what his people were like and feared they might bring trouble upon the Cui Family. After all, while Wu Tian had a refined face, his clothes were clearly very cheap. Normally, someone like him would never be allowed into the Cui estate. How could I possibly let something like that happen now?

"Alright." Wu Tian reached out and casually took the business card.

Cui Shanhe was overjoyed, realizing Wu Tian wasn’t going to hold a grudge. That makes sense, he reasoned. After all, I haven’t actually made a move against him. He then cautiously asked to take his leave, and only after Wu Tian gave his permission did Cui Shanhe dare to depart.

Once he was a safe distance away, Cui Shanhe let out a deep breath, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart. He didn’t return to the hotel where Gona was staying; instead, he immediately got in his car and drove off. To hell with Gona and Nangong Yi, he thought. I’m done with them. Among the third generation of the Cui Family of Qinghe, he was the eldest, but not the most capable. Now, however, he was the first to establish direct contact with the very same Wu Tian his grandfather valued so highly. With this connection, how could the position of the family’s first heir possibly escape my grasp?

Qin Yuhan smiled. "I never expected you to become so impressive that even the Cui Family of Qinghe shows you such respect." Even now, she could hardly believe her husband had become so formidable.

"We can talk more at home... in bed," Wu Tian said, hooking Qin Yuhan’s chin with a faint smile, completely ignoring the fact that Xia Qian and their daughter were right there.

Qin Yuhan blushed.

Suddenly, Wu Tian’s gaze shifted to the roadside bushes. "Get out here."

At his words, Nangong Yi emerged. His expression was complex, and his walk was unsteady and weak.

The way Qin Yuhan’s cheeks would flush and her eyes would fill with affection whenever she was with Wu Tian was something Nangong Yi had never seen before. He knew that she now belonged completely to Wu Tian. Any further effort on his part would be utterly futile. But what shocked him most was realizing that Wu Tian was the powerful man Cui Shanhe had been so terrified of.

Remembering he had once been Wu Tian’s rival in love, a shiver ran down Nangong Yi’s spine. He suddenly felt that simply being alive was a stroke of incredible luck. Not long ago, he had felt his life was a disaster, as if the Goddess of Fortune had never once smiled upon him. But looking at it now, she had already granted him a great deal of luck. Otherwise, how could he still be alive after offending such a terrifying figure?

Nangong Yi’s gaze toward Wu Tian became incredibly complicated. In terms of looks, this man might not match him, but he seemed fresher and had a brighter aura. When comparing them as a whole, Nangong Yi knew he had lost—lost by a landslide. Cui Shanhe was a member of the Cui Family of Qinghe, one of the Five Surnames and Seven Families. In their generation, the number of people who could stand as his equal could be counted on one hand. Yet in front of this man, Cui Shanhe could only bow his head in submission. So what does that make me, Nangong Yi?

"I... I surrender. I admit defeat. Please, can we stop this?" Nangong Yi asked, his voice trembling. He was the King of Soldiers, not an idiot. He understood now that he was alive only because he had been a mere toy, someone who hadn’t crossed Wu Tian’s bottom line. But he was done being a toy. He wanted Wu Tian to let him go. Nangong Yi’s eyes, full of pleading, were fixed on Wu Tian.

"Weren’t you the one who wanted to be my opponent? What’s this? Decided to give up already?" Wu Tian watched him with an amused smirk.

His opponent? Am I even worthy? Overcome with shame, Nangong Yi lowered his head.

Seeing that Wu Tian seemed unwilling to let him off the hook, he gritted his teeth.

THUD!

He slammed his knees onto the pavement, causing startled passersby to look over, wondering what was happening.

"I beg you. Please. I’m begging you." Nangong Yi knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would only ever be a clown in front of Wu Tian. I don’t want to play this game anymore. He began to kowtow, his forehead striking the hard pavement with a series of crisp smacks. His skin went from red to raw and bloody.

Qin Yuhan had a soft heart. She didn’t like Nangong Yi, but he had worked hard for the Qin Corporation, even if he hadn’t made any major contributions. She looked at Wu Tian, hoping he would let it go for her sake.

Wu Tian chuckled. He considered Nangong Yi a trivial clown and couldn’t be bothered with him. "Fine," he said lazily. "Cripple your right hand, and I’ll let you go."

"Yes, yes, yes!" To Nangong Yi, compared to death, such a punishment was a mercy. He pulled a dagger from his boot. As the King of Soldiers, he always carried a weapon. Without a shred of hesitation, he hacked down hard on his right hand.

Blood spurted, and all the color drained from Nangong Yi’s face. Offending a powerful person had consequences; this was only right and proper. In his mind, he had still gotten off easy.

"Get lost. And don’t ever appear in front of me again," Wu Tian commanded.

"Yes, yes, of course!" Nangong Yi nodded frantically and scrambled away. He didn’t even think about going to tell Gona what happened; he just wanted nothing more to do with Wu Tian, ever again.

If word got out about what had just transpired, it would be enough to shock all of Peng City.

In Wu Tian’s eyes, however, the incident was insignificant. He turned his attention back to Xia Qian. "About your employees who resigned—do you know the location of their last phone calls?"

Xia Qian nodded. "The Night English School."

She then told Wu Tian what she knew about the place. No one knew who the true owner, the mastermind behind it, was. However, there were two public figures in charge: the headmaster, Qian Taishao, and the head of school security, who was also known as the top figure in Peng City’s underworld, Black Tiger. The Night English School, a strange institution that held classes only after dark, was a place most ordinary people wouldn’t dare to go near. Some said the school was connected to the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, while others claimed it had been sold off by them long ago. The intelligence Xia Qian had bought was full of conflicting reports and was incredibly complicated.