Age: My Small World

"Boss Han, right? I'm right here."

At this moment, Yang Jun had already led one hundred men from the Loyalty Hall into the fortified village.

The two groups of people immediately stared at each other with serious expressions.

Hearing the noise outside, Han Xiaotian immediately got up.

"Which brat dared to spout such nonsense?"

When Han Xiaotian saw Lei Bao leading a hundred men following Yang Jun outside, his pupils shrank.

The Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness? How could it be them?

Could Lin Hao be a henchman of the Loyalty Hall? If so, this matter is in trouble.

Han Xiaotian cursed inwardly, but a slight smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"So it's Brother Lei Bao from the Loyalty Hall. What brings you here this time? Why did you bring people to my and Sheng's territory?"

Lei Bao, however, showed no respect for Han Xiaotian and said in a deep voice, "Hey Han, Kowloon Walled City was taken down by Ghost Blade. We're here to open a shop at Ghost Blade's invitation. Don't get the wrong idea."

This set of arguments was naturally taught to me by Yang Jun.

Although he cooperated with Zhongyi Hall, he would not frame them. If he pinned the incident from the day before yesterday on Zhongyi Hall, he would certainly resolve the issue of He Sheng's resentment, but he would also become enemies with Zhongyi Hall.

"Ghost Sword?!"

Han Xiaotian's eyes narrowed.

His gaze then fell on Yang Jun.

Judging from Lei Bao's position just now, he highlighted Yang Jun. So, the Ghost Blade he mentioned is this handsome young man?

Even if Han Xiaotian didn't want to believe it, he had to admit that this guy was the famous Ghost Blade.

"So it was you who ruined our business in Kowloon Walled City."

Han Xiaotian naturally wouldn't casually echo Lei Bao's words.

"Ha, Lin Hao killed my brother, it's only right that I seek revenge."

Yang Jun shrugged.

If it weren't for the consideration of not going too far, he could have slaughtered Hesheng all by himself. Why would we need to be polite to him?

Han Xiaotian was furious.

"What a self-evident truth! Do you know that Lin Hao is the leader of my and Sheng's incense shop, and also my closest brother?"

"Brother? So-so."

Yang Jun didn't believe that Han Xiaotian truly considered Lin Hao a brother; otherwise, he would have already issued a kill order.

"Ghost Blade, what's your relationship with the Loyalty Hall?"

I was thinking of killing this Ghost Blade directly. No matter how good he was at killing people, could he be better than a gun?

But behind Yang Jun is Lei Bao's Zhongyi Hall men. He doesn't believe for a second that Yang Jun has no connection with Zhongyi Hall.

"It's alright. If you want to avenge Lin Hao, I'm happy to oblige."

Yang Jun shrugged.

Upon hearing this, Han Xiaotiao frowned even more.

He wasn't unfamiliar with Ghost Blade's reputation, especially after everyone witnessed it the day before yesterday. Ghost Blade dared to fight against a thousand people all by himself, so his abilities were probably far beyond what ordinary people imagined. He wasn't entirely confident of victory either.

As for using guns, they probably wouldn't be effective against the Zhongyitang people.

"How about it, Chief Han? Why don't you take your men and leave my territory first? It would be best if you never came back, or I won't be so polite next time."

Yang Jun's words enraged Han Xiaotian even more, but he was ultimately not an impulsive person, much less someone who would risk his life for his brothers. So, after a cold snort, he led his men away. "Ghost Blade, you'd better not be with the Loyalty Hall again next time, otherwise... hmph!"

Is this a threat? No, it's just giving himself a way out.

Yang Jun saw through him perfectly; this Han Xiaotian was all bark and no bite, and he wouldn't dare to make a move at all.

"Brother Yang, how about I stay here a little longer? It seems like Sheng won't give up."

Lei Bao was quite thoughtful.

However, Yang Jun did not agree.

"Don't worry, Brother Lei, there are other people from the Loyalty Hall here, I'll be fine."

However, he also thought that he must have a heart-to-heart talk with Han Xiaotian before leaving, otherwise if he were to keep a close watch on the stronghold in the dark, there was no guarantee that Han Xiaotian would not suddenly make a move one day.

Soon, Yang Jun's cooperation with Zhongyi Hall began. Zhou Yan was in charge of the clothing store, while Meng Ling managed the Kowloon Walled City area.

To be fair, Meng Ling is quite capable; in just a few days, she built a large bar.

"Boss, we've almost finished recruiting people, and we should be able to open for business in a few days."

Since it was being rebuilt on Lin Hao's premises, the process was naturally fast.

"Okay, just make sure you have good control over the personnel. Don't forget to recruit the necessary thugs, or we won't be able to do anything if they cause trouble here."

"I understand, boss. I've already selected several people, and they'll all be here in a few days."

"That's good."

However, Yang Jun showed no intention of coming over until the opening day, leaving everything to Meng Ling to manage.

At this moment, Yang Jun had arrived at the villa where the Zhang family lived.

It's certainly not a hilltop villa.

The hilltop villas require a certain status to enter; even Jiang Gong couldn't live there, let alone someone from an ordinary family.

The Zhang family's villa wasn't large, but it housed quite a few people.

The family consists of three generations, starting with Grandpa Zhang: two sons and two daughters, followed by six grandsons and four granddaughters.

With the addition of other miscellaneous people, the villa now houses about twenty people.

He didn't rush to do anything, but sat quietly on a swing outside and listened.

Inside the house, Zhang Wenju, the patriarch of the Zhang family, with his white hair and beard, sat in the main seat and started eating. Only then did the others follow suit.

There seems to be a certain principle of not speaking while eating or sleeping, so no one talks at the dinner table, not even the children.

After the meal was finished, the nanny began to clear the table. Only then did Zhang Wenju say to his eldest son, Zhang Rong, "Eldest son, come into the study with me."

"Yes, Dad."

They come from other provinces, so they don't call their fathers "Lao Dou" like people in the port city; they call their mothers "Dad" and "Mom".

In the study, Zhang Wenju asked seriously, "Boss, how's that matter going?"

"Father, you mean the Pei family, right? I've already made a plan. If everything goes smoothly next week, Pei Yuzhong and his widowed mother will have no choice but to hand over the land."

Zhang Rong said with an air of confidence.

Zhang Wenju stroked his beard before nodding: "You did a very good job on this matter, leaving almost no loose ends. I don't think anyone will suspect you, especially since Pei Yuzhong has been dead for a month."

"Yeah, if it weren't for his god-sister suddenly causing trouble, I would have had a real chance to scheme against him. He's always been very cautious."

“After all, he was raised by his mother and grew up with her. There is still a deep bond between them, so it’s natural that he would lose his composure.” Zhang Wenju understood this very well.

Even the smartest people can become flustered when their closest loved ones are involved, increasing the likelihood of making mistakes. (End of Chapter)