Chapter 387 386: He Can't Be a Young Master

Qiao Canhua laughed and said, "That's not how it works. In the real estate business, you have to know people from every industry. How else could we operate?"

"I know some people in the jewelry industry. Since it's not like we're targeting him to the point of wiping out his whole family, they'd usually be willing to lend a hand."

Mu Lin waved his hand dismissively. "Let's not. Hou Dong is a bit of a nuisance, but it's not that serious. He's a saint compared to Gong Ding."

Seeing Mu Lin say this, Qiao Canhua didn't press the matter further.

Nearby, Meng Fang saw that things were wrapping up. He bound Lu Jing with a chain and dragged him away.

Hou Qingsong sat in his car with a grim expression, making a call to find out what had happened at the bar.

After all, he had plenty of people working for him there.

After hearing the description of events, Hou Qingsong was so angry he wanted to smash his phone.

'What a joke. That son of mine must be stupid to the core.'

Hou Dong was also furious, unable to get over the humiliation.

"Dad, I'm going to kill that Mu Lin! He subjected me to this incredible shame. I can't let him get away with it!"

Hou Qingsong immediately kicked Hou Dong. "Are you out of your mind? Who do you think you can kill? Don't you dare drag the entire Hou Family down with you!"

Hou Dong clutched the sore spot, feeling incredibly wronged. "Dad, why?! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Why? Because he's stronger than you! Because he could wipe the two of us out completely!"

"Even Chairman Gong has to be polite to him, didn't you see that?"

Qiao Canhua also left the bar. He had only come to back Mu Lin up, and seeing that Mu Lin had handled things perfectly, he was relieved and decided not to disturb the young people's nightlife.

Tang Zhennan felt absolutely incredible. Tonight, he had finally gotten his vindication, teaching Gong Ding a harsh lesson without suffering any consequences.

It was fucking awesome.

No wonder Chairman Gong was so polite to Mu Lin. How could he dare not be?

So, he tried his best to curry favor with Mu Lin, his goal being to latch onto Mu Lin's coattails and follow him from now on.

He figured life was about to get a lot better.

The downstairs area was a mess and not suitable for hosting guests, but the upstairs was perfect.

When he offered to host Mu Lin and his friends in a private room, everyone was surprised. After all, not just anyone could get into those rooms.

You had to be someone powerful and influential, and in the past, they would have never received such treatment.

But now, it seemed they had earned that privilege.

And it was very clear that they had.

The group rushed to the private room without a moment's delay. They were thrilled. Just as expected, the seats in the private room were much better than in the booths downstairs—they were soft cushions.

Inside the private room, the three girls were all speculating about Mu Lin's identity.

He Zheng was stunned. She had never imagined Mu Lin was so powerful. Suddenly, she understood why her aunt had tried to set her up with him.

"Brother Lin," one of the punk girls said, "you're not secretly the young master of some hidden clan, are you? Why is Gong Ding's dad so afraid of you?"

Mu Lin shook his head. "I wish I were a young master. Unfortunately, I'm not. I'm just a kid from the mountains."

"Yeah, right! As if we'd believe that!"

Zizi raised a glass of wine to Mu Lin. "Brother Lin, thank you. If it weren't for you tonight, I'm afraid I would have been in real trouble."

While making modest gestures, Mu Lin politely drained his glass.

After finishing her drink, a blush crept across Zizi's cheeks, adding a touch of enchanting charm to her already incomparable, pure beauty.

Yuan Kun and Ge Xingqiu were even more impressed, admiring Mu Lin from the bottom of their hearts. They practically worshiped the ground he walked on.

"Brother Lin, from now on, just call me Xiaoyuan. I'll be your loyal follower, ready to do your bidding without complaint!"

Ge Xingqiu felt the same way, and the two quickly started to argue.

"Brother Lin, Yuan Kun is useless. He's a total scatterbrain. If you let him help you, he's guaranteed to mess things up."

Yuan Kun said, "Old Ge, what's that supposed to mean? What's your problem?"

Ge Xingqiu showed no sign of backing down, but neither of them was serious. It was just some friendly banter.

A little while later, Mu Lin received a call from Qiao Canhua. "Mu Lin, your auntie is feeling unwell again. She says her head is fuzzy, like something is covering her mind."

Mu Lin was immediately on alert. 'This kind of thing isn't easy to solve. The consequences could be severe.'

'I have to consider the worst-case scenarios. Who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeves.'

"I understand. I'm on my way back now!"

Mu Lin waved to He Zheng. "Miss He, we're leaving!"

He Zheng was in the middle of a happy conversation and was about to act up, but she was taken aback by Mu Lin's serious expression.

A wave of panic hit her. She quickly said goodbye to her friends and hurried after Mu Lin, asking:

"Mu Lin, what's wrong?"

"Auntie is unwell again. I'm not sure if it's the same people who targeted her before."

What?!

He Zheng's face went pale with fright, her heart pounding with anxiety.

In the car on the way back, Mu Lin was completely silent. He Zheng was also worried sick, terrified that something would happen to her aunt.

She might be willful at times, but she was by no means a fool who couldn't tell right from wrong.

When they reached the villa, Mu Lin rushed inside and saw Madam Qiao leaning against the sofa, looking weak.

Even He Zheng, who knew nothing about medicine, could tell that her aunt's condition was serious.

Mu Lin hurried over and began to carefully diagnose her.

He Zheng asked nervously, "Mu Lin, how is my aunt?"

Qiao Canhua took He Zheng's hand and said in a low voice, "Quiet down. Don't disturb him."

He Zheng understood. She pressed her lips together, and no matter how worried she was, she didn't say another word.

After a moment of diagnosis, Mu Lin said, "She's okay. The curse was only active for a short time, so it hasn't caused any physical harm. I'll go take care of the person who cast it, and everything should be fine."

Qiao Canhua asked, "Is it dangerous? Should I send some men with you?"

Mu Lin laughed. "Who would be protecting whom? Don't worry. These types who rely on dirty tricks are never very good at physical combat. Otherwise, why would they need to resort to such methods in the first place?"

Hearing Mu Lin's explanation, Qiao Canhua let out a long sigh of relief. To be honest, he had been worried sick.

Mu Lin immediately transformed into a streak of gray light, tracking the curse back to its source.

A moment later, he spotted a man chanting a spell in a clearing. Mu Lin lunged at him.

As he got closer, Mu Lin saw that the old man's face was very unusual. It was completely covered in wrinkles, a gnarled and somewhat terrifying sight.

'What an unfortunate look,' Mu Lin thought. 'But that's the least of his problems now.'

The moment Mu Lin drew near, the spell-chanting old man opened his eyes. His wrinkled gaze swept over Mu Lin from head to toe.

"Quite the handsome talent. So you've finally found me! I knew that if I cast a curse on Madam Qiao, you would definitely come."

Mu Lin said, "Who's your boss? Is it Elder Deng?"

The old man chuckled. "Elder Deng? I've heard of him, but he's not someone I would ever work for."

Mu Lin found this strange. "Then whose man are you?"

"You're about to die. Why would I tell you something so important?"

The old man gave a strange laugh. Mu Lin moved to intervene but was momentarily dazed.

His opponent suddenly began to back away rapidly.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the path between Mu Lin and the old man.

It was a master who was being controlled, his consciousness already gone.

His power was at the level of the Innate Divine Realm.

"Go! Kill him!" the old man ordered with a sharp cry.

Without even looking, Mu Lin sent the controlled Innate Divine Realm master flying.

"How is that possible?!" the old man exclaimed in shock. "Could it be that you're also an Innate Divine Realm master? Aren't you a Grandmaster?"

Mu Lin said, "So noisy. With all the time you're wasting on talk, you could have been doing a million other things."

Mu Lin reached out and grabbed, instantly getting a hold on the old man. If he dared to struggle, Mu Lin would immediately snap his neck.

The old man was truly unwilling to accept this. He had never seen an Innate Divine Realm master this young; otherwise, he never would have let things get to this point.

Mu Lin said, "Who sent you? Tell me now, and I might let you live."

"Yu Jianglan! Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything!"

Seeing the old man's cooperative attitude, Mu Lin decided not to kill him.

"Alright then. Who are you?"

"My name is Wu Jiao. In the Jianghu, they call me the 'Hundred-Change Nether Monarch.'"