Ultimate Method: Practice your fist a hundred times, and use violence to control violence.

Wanze hadn't seen Tie Qingyang for a while since his last encounter with Tie Shizi, and he never expected to run into him so coincidentally today.

Inside the luxury private room.

Only Wan Ze and Tie Qingyang sat facing each other.

Tie Qingyang showed no contempt for this sixteen-year-old boy.

Firstly, his most valued disciple, Lu Zhao, died at the hands of this young man before him, which shows how strong his martial arts are.

Secondly, from that brief encounter, he understood that the young man's mind was far beyond that of an ordinary person, and his actions were shrewd and experienced... Anyone who dared to underestimate him would face future troubles.

Most importantly, he is Situ Bai's last disciple!

So no matter the reason, Tie Qingyang did not dare to neglect Wan Ze in the slightest. After serving tea with both hands, he slowly said, "Mr. Wan, I am sorry to bother you today. I have a favor to ask."

"You may speak freely." Wan Ze did not drink the tea; he was simply cautious by nature.

Tie Qingyang put down his teacup, carefully observing Wan Ze's expression before slowly speaking, "I've heard about Zhe Yuling's matter, but I can assure you... this time it has nothing to do with my Iron Cross!"

Wan Ze looked over.

Not a word.

Tie Qingyang had seen all sorts of storms over the years, but for some reason, after being looked at by Wan Ze with such an extremely calm gaze, he felt a surge of unease. He suppressed his inner anxiety and said solemnly, "I told Senior Situ that day that this matter should end here, and naturally I would not do anything underhanded again... Mr. Wan, I have not been strict enough in disciplining you before and have offended you in many ways. Please forgive me."

He picked up a silver leather suitcase, placed it on the table, and was about to open it when Wan Ze pressed it down with one hand.

Tie Qingyang, puzzled, looked up and asked, "Mr. Wan, what's going on?"

Wan Ze said calmly, "Mr. Tie, what do you mean by this? Do you think I, Long Ying, am abusing my power? Are you trying to use this as a pretext to deal with you?"

Tie Qingyang did not answer the question, but said in a deep voice, "In my younger days, I acted recklessly and suffered greatly. Now I am here in Holy City with a group of brothers, just to make a living... I beg Long Ying to show mercy."

"Ridiculous." Wan Ze sneered, slamming his hand on the table. "Tie Qingyang, do you overestimate your Iron Cross, or do you underestimate my master?"

Tie Qingyang's expression changed; he hadn't expected this young man to turn on him so quickly: "Mr. Wan, that's not what I meant..."

"You didn't mean that? Then I misunderstood?" Wan Ze knew that Tie Qingyang's respect for him came entirely from the reputation of Long Ying.

That's why he was even more determined not to let Long Ying be disgraced at this time.

He knew exactly what money he could and couldn't take.

If he takes this money today, there's no guarantee that people won't say that Long Ying orchestrated the robbery of Zhe Yuling... This door can't be opened, or it will cause huge trouble.

As Tie Qingyang's thoughts raced, he was also trying to determine whether Wan Ze's words were true or false.

He was genuinely afraid that this was all a staged event orchestrated by the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts School, and who knew if his Iron Cross would even survive.

Despite his immense influence in the underworld of Holy City, he understood how laughable the network he had painstakingly built was when facing Situ Bai.

That's a grandmaster!

A true living master!

"Tie Qingyang, if I, Long Ying, wanted to deal with you, I wouldn't need to resort to these tricks! Besides, my master said that he's not interested in Zhe Yuling, so naturally he wouldn't let Long Ying take the blame! You can put your mind at ease!" Wan Ze said coldly.

Once Tie Qingyang made up his mind, he quickly smiled apologetically: "Mr. Wan is right. I was overthinking things. This money isn't for buying my life, but rather, I, Tie, want to make friends with Mr. Wan."

Wan Ze frowned.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Tie Qingyang said, "As the saying goes, you don't know someone until you fight them. It is my great honor to know someone as outstanding as Mr. Wan... This is just a small token of my appreciation."

"I appreciate your kind offer. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Wan Ze got up to leave.

Tie Qingyang quickly took out another booklet from the side: "Mr. Wan, please don't be in a hurry. Money is a bit vulgar, but I have also prepared a mental cultivation method for you... To be honest, Mr. Wan, this mental cultivation method was obtained from a master in Guandong back then."

Wanze stopped.

When it comes to martial arts, he was indeed tempted.

I sat back down.

He reached out and took the booklet, then began to flip through it.

……

[Illustrated Guide: The Perfected Primordial Qi Cultivation Technique]

[Requirement for beginner level skill: Sit quietly for ten minutes]

……

Wan Ze raised an eyebrow slightly.

This technique is good!

The essence lies in integrating the body into a whole and maximizing one's control over it.

Just as Tu's Dragon Eagle Secret Weapon needed to be upgraded to a higher level, he needed to unleash its full potential once, and it has to be said that this Qi cultivation technique was exactly to his liking.

Wan Ze closed the booklet, looked up, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"

"If I said I wanted to exchange for Mr. Wan's friendship, wouldn't that make me seem insincere? In fact, that's true. I'm optimistic about Mr. Wan's future... Instead of investing in those people at the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts School, it's better to invest in Mr. Wan," Tie Qingyang said frankly.

Wan Ze closed the book and chuckled, "You think you can become my friend with just this mental cultivation technique? I can only say it's not enough. But consider it a favor I owe you; I owe you one."

Tie Qingyang's smile remained unchanged: "Mr. Wan, you are very generous. I believe... time will tell."

Goodbye.

"I'll have someone deliver it to you."

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

After Wanze left, a silver leather suitcase was missing from the room.

A young man with a buzz cut and eagle eyes strode in, looked at Tie Qingyang who was sipping tea alone, and couldn't help but ask, "Father, I still don't understand why... you invested in him?"

Tie Qingyang glanced at him and slowly said, "A hidden dragon lies in the abyss."

The eagle-eyed youth was momentarily confused: "Wait, what does this mean?"

The room went silent.

next second.

Tie Qingyang suddenly jumped up and smacked Tie Feiyang hard on the head: "Damn it, I told you to read more books, and you don't even know what these four words mean? You've ruined me!"

dong dong dong.

Someone was knocking on the door.

Then the secretary came in and said softly, "Boss, Song Tianrui from Jinyu International Hotel knows you're here and wants to see you."

"I'm busy!"

"Yes……"

……

……

Goodbye, Mr. Wan!

At the entrance of the residential area, the driver bowed and said goodbye before quickly driving away.

As night fell, a gentle breeze rustled the trees on both sides of the road.

Wan Ze glanced at the silver leather suitcase on the chair, a half-smile playing on his lips: "This Tie Qingyang really did catch off guard; now he's quite meticulous in his work..."

Although he knew how cunning Tie Qingyang was, someone who had been through thick and thin in the martial world, Wan Ze understood even more clearly that the martial world was the same as the martial world, and his path was never one of fear and timidity!

Now that he has gained power, he is naturally in a superior position.

Even though it's just borrowing his master's influence, Situ Bai said... "Borrow it if you want!"

Since that's the case... Wanze should take what he's entitled to!

Enjoy yourself!

The right path lies ahead; I will forge my own way!

No matter what conspiracies or schemes, as long as you're strong enough, you can crush them all!

Wan Ze let out a soft breath, feeling relieved, as if he had overcome countless obstacles. He picked up the suitcase, weighed it briefly, and realized it contained at least 20,000 yuan.

Just then, a tall girl carrying a guitar walked towards them. Their eyes met, and after a moment's hesitation, she greeted her, "Hello...you."