This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, their eyes wide and their mouths agape.

The sales manager covered his face, completely stunned. He never expected that this "country bumpkin" he considered would dare to lay a hand on him!

Wang Xiaoer put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and spoke slowly in an extremely indifferent tone.

"It's just sixteen million, isn't it?"

"I want to pick up the car now, and I'll pay in full."

"Who's in favor and who's opposed?"

The air seemed to freeze.

The sales manager's facial muscles twitched violently, turning pale and then flushed. He stared intently at Wang Xiaoer, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief.

Wang Xiaoer didn't even bother to look at him again, and just kicked the black card on the ground with his toe.

"What are you standing there for? Swipe your card."

The manager's body stiffened slightly. He bent down, his fingers trembling as he picked up the black card from the ground.

When his fingertips touched the understated yet noble golden dragon pattern in the corner of the card, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he shuddered as if struck by an electric current!

As the manager of a top luxury car dealership, he may not know all the wealthy people, but he definitely recognizes this card!

Dragon Pattern Black Gold Card! A legendary credit certificate with no upper limit, issued only to the country's top billionaires!

His mind went blank with a "buzz." Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

When he raised his head again, the arrogance and contempt on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme sense of fear and awe.

"Sir... are you... are you sure?" His voice trembled, completely unlike his previous arrogance. "This is no small sum..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Xiaoer interrupted him impatiently. "Just swipe it when I tell you to. If you waste another minute, I'll go buy it from the store next door."

"Yes! Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

The sales manager shuddered in fright and dared not utter another word. Holding the black card, which was more valuable than his ancestral tablets, he practically ran towards the counter.

The surrounding sales staff and customers were completely dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the manager who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, but now frantically operated the POS machine like a humble servant.

The only sound in the entire exhibition hall was the "beep beep" of the POS machines.

The manager, trembling, inserted the card into the card slot, entered a long string of numbers, and then pressed the confirmation button.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, staring intently at the small machine.

"drop--"

A crisp confirmation tone sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the POS machine began to make a soft "buzzing" sound, and a long receipt was slowly printed out.

Transaction successful!

The entire 4S store remained deathly silent.

The sales manager looked at the words "Payment Successful" on the receipt, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he felt a burning pain on his cheeks. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to disappear into and never come out again.

His most prized skill in judging people, which he was most proud of throughout his career, has become a huge joke today.

Wang Xiaoer didn't even glance at him, took the car keys from another terrified female salesperson, and casually twirled them in his hand.

He walked over to the Lamborghini and got in.

Just as he was about to continue admiring the interior, a gentle voice came from the second-floor stairwell.

"Young man, please wait a moment."

Wang Xiaoer looked up.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue Tang suit, with his hair neatly combed and an air of extraordinary bearing, was smiling at him as he slowly walked down from the VIP area on the second floor.

The man was clearly smiling, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

He walked up to Wang Xiaoer's car, and through the car window, smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to him.

"I am the manager of Jubaozhai. My friends in the underworld give me face and call me Master Bao."

"I see that you are a remarkable young man with an extraordinary bearing and exceptional skills; you are definitely not someone to be underestimated."

"Would you be interested in attending a private appreciation event I'm hosting this weekend evening?"

Master Bao!

Wang Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat.

His mind went blank for a moment, and Qin Yueyao's icy face and the large words on the mission briefing flashed through his mind.

Jubaozhai, the Sect of Stealing Life.

It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

I was just wondering how to lure the fish out of the water when, to my surprise, the fish jumped ashore on its own.

His mind raced, but his arrogant expression remained unchanged, even showing a hint of disdain.

Wang Xiaoer glanced at the other person lazily, as if looking at a roadside stone that was in the way.

"Jubaozhai? Never heard of it."

He let out a soft snort and tapped on the exquisite control panel inside the car, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"My time is precious, and I have no interest in attending any random meetings."

These words were extremely rude.

The sales staff around were on tenterhooks, fearing that this Mr. Bao would suddenly lose his temper.

However, Master Bao's smile remained unchanged, still gentle and refined, as if he hadn't noticed the disdain in Wang Xiaoer's words at all.

Instead of getting angry, he took another step closer and lowered his voice through the car door.

The voice had a peculiar charm that made people want to listen.

"Young man, what's your surname?"

Wang Xiaoer didn't even lift his eyelids. He pretended to examine the interior of the car, as if he had developed a strong interest in the texture of a piece of genuine leather.

Several seconds passed before he replied somewhat impatiently.

"His surname is Wang."

"Mr. Wang!"

Bao Ye immediately seized the opportunity, addressing him with perfect naturalness, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

His smile deepened, and a mysterious light flickered in his eyes.

"Mr. Wang, the items I'm showcasing at this event are not ordinary products available on the market."

He paused deliberately, his gaze seemingly unintentionally sweeping over Wang Xiaoer's face, and his voice lowered even further.

"For example, some... health-preserving treasures, I happen to have one here."

Health preservation?

The intelligence work of the Night Watchers is truly watertight.

The most important part of the backstory of the "Wang Yaozu" identity they fabricated was that his grandfather, who lived far away overseas, was seriously ill and had little time left to live.

That's why he inherited a huge fortune, and that's why he spared no expense in searching for rare treasures that could prolong life.

It is clear that the other party had already used its intelligence network the moment the information was leaked after the card was swiped, and found out the details of "Wang Yaozu" in the shortest possible time.

Furthermore, the bait was precisely thrown out.

A fleeting look of astonishment flashed across Wang Xiaoer's face at just the right moment.

His eyes shifted slightly, and his deliberately feigned nonchalance seemed to have been punctured by those words, revealing a hint of his true emotions.

But he quickly masked that emotion and put on his usual aloof expression again.

"Oh?"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone full of doubt.

"Is there really such a good thing? Don't try to fool me with some cheap junk."

Seeing the change in his expression, Master Bao already knew what was going on.

The fish has taken the bait.

His smile grew even more genuine, and he quickly took out a beautifully crafted gold-embossed invitation from the inner pocket of his Tang suit, handing it over with both hands.

"Whether it's true or false, Mr. Wang will know for sure when he sees it for himself."