This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Master Bao adopted a very humble posture, even showing some respect.

"I dare to use the Jubaozhai brand to guarantee that you will absolutely not be disappointed."

As he spoke, he changed the subject, his gaze falling on the Lamborghini.

"Consider this car a gift from me to Mr. Wang as a token of our first meeting."

"I'll have someone return the money to your card shortly. It's just a small token of my appreciation, and I hope Mr. Wang won't find it offensive."

Upon hearing this, the entire exhibition hall fell into complete silence.

The sales manager, who had been terrified earlier, now felt his legs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground.

A sports car worth sixteen million!

They just gave it away like that?!

Wang Xiaoer was genuinely taken aback by the other party's extravagance.

He thought the other party would at most give some other small gifts.

Unexpectedly, the other party used this multi-million dollar sports car as a stepping stone!

Just how rich is this Jubaozhai, or rather, this Stealing Life Sect?

His heart was in turmoil, but a hint of anger at being looked down upon appeared on his face.

"Who cares about your paltry sum..."

He deliberately left his sentence unfinished, as if he were having a fierce internal struggle.

Finally, he reached out and grabbed the gold-embossed invitation.

He snorted and casually tossed the invitation onto the passenger seat.

"Alright, I'll give you face."

"It's a weekend evening, right? Then I'll make time to go check it out."

He spoke in a condescending tone.

"If the products aren't good, I'm going to smash up your shop."

"Definitely! Definitely to satisfy President Wang!" Bao Ye's smile was as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

He knew that this God of Wealth was now firmly in his grasp.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Wang Xiaoer again, and added with a mysterious expression.

"Mr. Wang, some treasures depend on fate."

"Judging from your complexion, you are truly destined to be with that treasure!"

Wang Xiaoer was too lazy to waste any more words with him, so he simply closed the car door, shutting out the other man's smiling face.

He sat in the driver's seat, looking at the complex control panel in front of him, which resembled an airplane cockpit, and was momentarily stunned.

How do you open this thing?

He doesn't even have a driver's license, let alone a top-of-the-line sports car like this.

Outside the car window, Mr. Bao and a group of 4S store employees were still standing respectfully, waiting for their "General Manager Wang" to drive away.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Wang Xiaoer's forehead.

He cleared his throat, opened the car door, and waved to another female salesperson who was staring blankly outside.

"Come here for a moment."

The saleswoman jumped up and quickly ran over, bowing nervously.

"Mr. Wang... what are your orders?"

"I don't want to drive this car anymore," Wang Xiaoer said with a frown and a look of disgust. "It's uncomfortable to sit in, and I can't even stretch my legs out."

Everyone was stunned again.

This is a Lamborghini VI Element! You say it's uncomfortable to sit in?

Ignoring everyone's expressions, Wang Xiaoer casually picked up the invitation from the passenger seat, got out, and tossed the car keys to the female saleswoman.

"Just drive this piece of junk to that open-air parking lot near Jiangcheng University."

"I'll go open it again when I have time."

After saying that, under everyone's stunned gaze, he walked straight out of the 4S store, hailed a passing taxi on the roadside, and drove away.

He left behind a shattered chin.

So, you feel more comfortable riding in a taxi, right?

More than half an hour later, Wang Xiaoer returned to the firm.

He pushed open the door, and Zhang Chen was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and watching a game on his tablet, looking relaxed.

Seeing Wang Xiaoer return, Zhang Chen looked up and asked with a smile, "How's it going, 'President Wang,' is the car sorted out?"

Wang Xiaoer didn't say anything.

He walked to the table and slammed the gold-embossed invitation card he had obtained from Jubaozhai onto it with a "smack".

"Done."

Wang Xiaoer grinned.

"A weekend evening, at Jubaozhai, a banquet of treachery."

Zhang Chen's eyes lit up.

He put down his tablet, picked up the exquisitely crafted invitation, and felt its exceptional quality; it was clearly made with special paper and techniques.

He flipped through it, his gaze sweeping over the time and location, as well as the words "Private Appreciation Meeting" written in cursive script.

However, just as his gaze was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face slowly froze.

His expression changed slightly.

Zhang Chen stretched out his finger and pointed to the lower right corner of the invitation card, where there was an inconspicuous emblem embroidered with dark gold thread, only the size of a fingernail.

The emblem's design was peculiar, resembling either a blooming lotus flower or a peering eye.

"Waiter."

Zhang Chen's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"Look at this mark..."

"You look familiar."

Wang Xiaoer went over.

His gaze followed Zhang Chen's finger and landed on the lower right corner of the gold-embossed invitation.

There, an extremely subtle dark pattern was embossed with a circular emblem consisting of five twisted skulls.

The design of this emblem is extremely ingenious; only someone like Zhang Chen, who has an abnormal insight into details, would have been able to discover it at first glance.

It seemed to blend seamlessly with the ornate patterns of the invitation itself, revealing only a slight embossed texture under the light.

Wang Xiaoer stared at the emblem for a few seconds, then his breath hitched.

Yin Laowu!

At that time, in order to check whether the other party had any other harmful magical artifacts on him, Zhang Chen had carefully searched his body.

On the inside of that guy's sleeve, there was an identical emblem embroidered in black thread! Wang Xiaoer saw it too, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Five twisted skulls stood in a circle, exuding a nauseating aura of evil and death.

"It's the Five Ghosts Gate!"

Wang Xiaoer and Zhang Chen spoke almost simultaneously, their voices filled with shock.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

The relaxed and joking atmosphere in the office vanished in an instant.

"I just found it strange."

Zhang Chen's face darkened completely, and he placed the invitation on the table.

"No matter how rich an antique dealer is, he wouldn't just give away a sports car worth 16 million as a gift."

"This scale and this power are simply beyond the reach of a businessman."

He stood up and paced back and forth in the office, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"So it turns out he's backed by the Five Ghosts Sect!"

"That makes sense!"

Although A-Yue didn't know what the Five Ghosts Gate was, seeing the sudden seriousness in the expressions of the two people, she knew that things were definitely not simple.

She stood up nervously and walked to Wang Xiaoer's side.

"Waiter, this... the Five Ghosts Sect, is it very powerful?"

Wang Xiaoer did not answer immediately.

His mind was racing, quickly connecting seemingly unrelated clues.

Why are the Five Ghosts Sect members back in Jiangcheng? He thought he had completely dealt with them at Zhenlongjing last time.

It seems their group is quite large.

Now, they have transformed into the managers of "Jubaozhai" and disguised themselves as "Stealing Life Sect," using longevity treasures as bait to lure themselves into their trap.

The Night Guard's mission target happens to be this "Life Stealing Sect".

Is all of this really just a coincidence?

No.

Wang Xiaoer's body trembled slightly.

He remembered what the chief of staff had said.

"Your luck is top-tier 'Tang Monk's flesh' (a metaphor for something highly desirable)."

The "Life-Sustaining Lamp" requires a living soul.

For these evil cultivators, the soul of a person with strong fortune is undoubtedly the most effective!

That Yin Laowu, from the very beginning, may not have been targeting Li Ming, but himself!

For some reason, he couldn't directly attack himself, so he resorted to practicing on ordinary people first.

Now, this so-called "Life Stealing Sect" and this Jubaozhai are not pursuing any new goals at all.

Perhaps from beginning to end, they only had one prey in mind.

That's him, Wang Xiaoer!

They might even have known all along that Wang Yaozu was actually Wang Xiaoer, and they were just playing along with his act.

Having figured all this out, a chill ran down Wang Xiaoer's spine and straight to the top of his head.