Chapter 280 279: Leaving Songyang

Hong Rui asked, "Brother Mu, are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Hong Rui felt a pang of disappointment.

Zhong Wentao noticed her mood and said, "Miss Hong, I'll accompany you to see Mu Xiaoyou off at the highway entrance."

Hong Rui's eyes lit up. "Good!"

Not to be outdone by Zhong Wentao, Song Chuan chimed in, "Mu Xiaoyou, I'll see you off too!"

The three cars headed for the highway together.

Before they had even left the city, their cars were blocked.

Several vehicles were parked in a line, completely blocking the road.

Chairman Fan, his son, and a few of their men stood on the curb, safely out of the way of any potential collisions.

Mu Lin got out of his car. Song Chuan also rushed out, pointing at Chairman Fan before anyone else could speak. "Chairman Fan, what is the meaning of this? Blocking the road so we can't pass?"

Chairman Fan replied, "I've never been so humiliated in my life. You think I'd let you go without teaching you a lesson?"

"Song Chuan, why are you hanging out with this little brat? You're really sinking lower and lower."

Chairman Fan jeered.

Just as Song Chuan was about to fire back, Mu Lin spoke first.

"You seem quite confident, Chairman Fan. Have you found an expert capable of killing someone in the Innate Divine Realm? Don't tell me you actually managed to get Dong Wu."

Chairman Fan laughed heartily. "Of course I couldn't get Dong Wu, but I did invite a great senior who can kill you. Taking you out will be no problem at all!"

"Who? Someone that impressive? How come I've never heard of them?"

"That's because you're ignorant. This master was active over a decade ago. Back then, you were still playing in the mud!"

As Chairman Fan's words faded, an incomparably powerful gleam of blade energy shot toward them from the distance.

The blade energy seemed to split the air in two, whipping up fierce winds that blew in opposite directions on either side of its path.

Chairman Fan called out, "Elder Bai, I'll have to trouble you!"

Bai Zhenshan dragged his Tang Blade behind him, carving a deep groove in the ground.

"Chairman Fan, oh, Chairman Fan, why did you do this? The man is clearly in the Innate Divine Realm. Even I can't see through his cultivation. Why are you putting my feet to the fire?"

"I can't beat him!"

Chairman Fan was stunned. He had never imagined such a scenario.

"But rest assured, I took your money, so I'll naturally give it a shot for you. If it doesn't work out, you can't blame me."

"Yes, yes! We're counting on you!" Chairman Fan said, his eyes narrowing with excitement.

Bai Zhenshan leaped into the air, drawing his blade on Mu Lin.

A wave of blade energy swept toward Mu Lin.

With a sharp glint in his eyes, Mu Lin kicked out at the wave of blade energy. Incredibly, it shattered on impact.

Bai Zhenshan stumbled back several steps before he could steady himself, his face deathly pale.

PFFT!

Unable to hold it back, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"This…" Mu Lin began. "This is the esteemed senior who was going to kill me? Chairman Fan, you're really something else. He wouldn't even be a proper appetizer, you know?"

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Bai Zhenshan gave Chairman Fan a short bow. "There's nothing I can do. My apologies!"

Chairman Fan's expression was completely twisted. 'It would be a miracle if this worked out.'

In the next instant, Bai Zhenshan was gone, leaving nothing but the image of a hasty, panicked retreat.

It showed that the gap in power between him and Mu Lin was immense; they were not even in the same league.

Young Master Fan was so terrified that his legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees.

Mu Lin looked Chairman Fan up and down. "To build a business as big as yours, Chairman Fan, one would think you're no fool. So why do you keep doing such foolish things?"

"Are you truly seeking death? If so, I'm sorry, but at the end of the day, I'm a healer. I won't be helping you with that."

"Why don't you just go home and hang yourself? It would be less trouble for everyone."

Chairman Fan's face was grim. "Please, forgive my offense!"

Mu Lin lashed out with a kick, sending Chairman Fan sprawling to the ground in a pathetic heap.

But he had brought it on himself.

Chairman Fan was kicked so hard he was immobilized. He couldn't even crawl, and it was only with his men's help that he managed to struggle back to his feet.

Mu Lin walked closer. "Chairman Fan, you've angered me yet again. What are you going to use to buy your life this time?"

Chairman Fan was truly in despair. If even Bai Zhenshan couldn't handle Mu Lin, what hope did he have?

Grandmaster Ge Wannian quickly stepped in front of Chairman Fan. "Grandmaster Mu, although Chairman Fan has repeatedly offended you, he has ultimately not caused you any significant harm. Could you possibly spare him?"

Mu Lin let out a dry laugh. "If I really wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead."

Ge Wannian heaved a long sigh. It seemed Mu Lin was open to negotiation; this was just a matter of money, after all.

Chairman Fan said, "Then what do you want? Just say it. Don't make me solve any riddles."

"Uncle Zhong, what industries is your company involved in?"

Zhong Wentao's eyes lit up. 'It's finally my turn!'

He quickly replied, "Jewelry and gold item processing, and a small food processing plant."

Mu Lin looked Chairman Fan up and down. "So, tell me, what do you have that you can transfer over? If the transfer is to my satisfaction, then I'll consider you worth letting live."

Chairman Fan said, "Jewelry and jade are a core part of my group's business. I can't just hand it over. Many of the shares belong to other people."

"However, I have a mining company. Sixty percent of the shares are mine. I can give all of them to President Zhong."

Mu Lin said, "How would I know what it's worth? Just tell me the market value."

"Around a hundred billion."

Chairman Fan was in agony. This all should have been over, but because of his own foolishness, he had to sacrifice even more.

Mu Lin raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath. He hadn't expected it to be worth so much.

"Fine. It's acceptable, I suppose. I'll spare you for now. But I hope you don't try any more little schemes. Otherwise, I will be back."

"And at that time, all I'll want is your life."

Chairman Fan hurriedly replied in a subservient tone, "Mr. Mu, I know I was wrong! I won't do it again!"

Mu Lin nodded in satisfaction. "Alright. Since you've said so, I'll take your word for it for now."

He turned to get in his car and waved to Hong Rui. "Hong Rui, I'm leaving now."

Hong Rui knew this was where they had to part ways, and she said a heartfelt goodbye to Mu Lin. "Goodbye, Brother Mu!"

After Mu Lin left, a growing sense of unease began to dawn on Zhong Wentao and Song Chuan.

With Mu Lin gone, would Chairman Fan still keep his word?

There was no way to know for sure.

Ge Wannian helped Chairman Fan to his feet. He glanced weakly at Zhong Wentao and Song Chuan.

"You two, come to my group headquarters to sign the contracts. I won't pull any tricks. I know what's important and what isn't."

A flash of delighted surprise appeared in Zhong Wentao's and Song Chuan's eyes. As long as Chairman Fan kept his word, their business expansion would be guaranteed.

Chairman Fan glanced over at his son, who was still crouched on the ground, and his expression turned foul.

"You useless brat! All you know how to do is cause trouble! You're going to bring down the whole family!"

"Take him home! He's confined to the house for ten years!"

After Chairman Fan and his men had left, Zhong Wentao said, "Old Song, if you ever want to buy jewelry, just let me know. I'll definitely give you a discount."

"And if you're short on cash, tell me. I'll lend you some!"

Song Chuan looked disdainful. He was also getting a company worth tens of billions; he wasn't short on cash. "Who's short on cash? And even if I were, I wouldn't ask you!"

The two old friends went back and forth, bickering playfully.

Hong Rui, however, was filled with a sense of loss, as if something important had just slipped away.

Upon returning to Anhua City, Mu Lin immediately went to Zhou Qianfan's office building.

He wanted to ask Zhou Qianfan about recent developments.

Zhou Qianfan was very happy to see him. "You went to Songyang and came back much thinner. Was the food no good?"

Mu Lin laughed. "I ate plenty. It's just that my cultivation has improved, so I'm burning more energy than I'm taking in."

"Everything's been fine these past few days. Anhua has been very peaceful. It's as if you sucked all the trouble away with you when you left."

Mu Lin shot Zhou Qianfan a look. "Uncle Zhou, you work for the Government Office, you know. Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? Am I some kind of plague god?"

Zhou Qianfan said, "To the people who don't know their place, you might as well be. You never miss your mark."

Hearing this, Mu Lin was amused. He was more than willing to accept the title of "plague god."

"The Li Group has ramped up production in a big way. All departments are firing on all cylinders."

Mu Lin smiled. No wonder Li Xue hadn't called to rush him home; it seemed there was a reason.

"And the Yang Family?"

"The Yang Family is just… there. Not quite alive, not quite dead. They're basically finished, but I still have plenty of people watching them. I have to say, it's too quiet. It's like they've accepted their fate."

But this wasn't what Mu Lin really wanted to ask about. He wanted to know the whereabouts of Vajra Zhenren. In fact, Vajra Zhenren's movements were his primary concern.

Mu Lin's expression was as calm as still water. "He's just waiting for an opportunity…"