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Sitting in the room, Ye Mingshang felt uneasy. To be honest, he didn't want to hurt the two girls who liked him so much. However, he couldn't harm another girl who had given everything for him just to spare their feelings; that was a pursuit that transcended lifetimes.
Perhaps his decisiveness was somewhat cruel, but it was a necessary measure. He had tried a gentle approach, yet it hadn't made them willing to give up. Now, if he didn't make a clear decision, he couldn't imagine how the girl caught in the middle would feel. He didn't want her to suffer even a little more because of him.
He lost track of time until the phone rang several times, pulling him back to reality.
"Hello?"
"Oh."
"Okay."
"I'll be there soon."
After hanging up, Ye Mingshang took a deep breath, his gaze becoming resolute once again. "Alright, it's time to take action."
He grabbed his travel bag and was about to head out when he thought better of it and returned to the cabinet to retrieve the Demon Blade he had taken from Chen Jianjun. This Demon Blade was incredibly sharp, cutting through iron like mud, and it possessed a certain spirit; perhaps it would become a significant asset for him.
At the school gate, a Mercedes-Benz van was already waiting. Once he got into the car, the driver silently started the engine. Throughout the ride, neither of them spoke; the atmosphere felt somewhat strange. However, for someone like Ye Mingshang, who was accustomed to solitude, it wasn't an issue.
The vehicle continued on until they reached the outskirts, where there was a private airport belonging to Luo Chenghui. Calling it an airport was somewhat exaggerated; saying it was just a runway would be more accurate.
After dropping him off, the driver didn’t stop and simply drove away as if he were just a machine executing orders.
Ye Mingshang called Luo Chenghui back, and soon he saw Luo Chenghui with a big smile at the airport.
"Haha! You finally made it; I've been waiting for you."
Luo Chenghui gave a big bear hug, and Ye Mingshang said, "I've been waiting even longer. I couldn't even sleep well waiting for your call."
Luo Chenghui's private jet was no small matter; it was a Boeing BBJ3 model, capable of seating over twenty people, with a speed of up to 850 kilometers per hour and a range exceeding ten thousand kilometers, sufficient for them to make a round trip. The official price had already surpassed fifty-five million, and the regular maintenance and upkeep costs were a significant expense. It must be said that having money allows for indulgence. Of course, all this information was provided by Luo Chenghui; otherwise, he wouldn't have known so much about the aircraft.
Some people were already waiting on the plane, and Luo Chenghui introduced them one by one.
One was an elderly man nearing sixty. Despite his white hair, he appeared energetic and vibrant, with a strong presence that surpassed many younger individuals.
"Hello, Mr. Ye," the old man said with a smile as he extended his hand.
Ye Mingshang reciprocated and shook his hand, but the other party did not let go immediately, feeling the grip tighten. Ye Mingshang chuckled inwardly, thinking, "This old fellow may be old, but he has quite the playful spirit."
Naturally, Ye Mingshang could not lose in strength to an old man. Maintaining a calm demeanor, he suddenly exerted force with his hand. The old man's expression stiffened suddenly; his hand hurt as he tried to pull away but found himself held tightly. His face turned red from the strain.
After a moment, Ye Mingshang withdrew his hand, and the old man quickly pulled his hand back behind him.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir," Ye Mingshang smiled.
"Kindness... kindness... Mr. Ye is indeed young and accomplished; I admire you greatly," Liu Lao stammered, his right hand trembling behind his back.
Liu Lao's full name was Liu Boguang. Born in the 1950s, he was now over sixty years old and was a master of traditional Chinese studies as well as Luo Chenghui's personal martial arts instructor who trained his bodyguards. Despite his age, the old man's skills were formidable; he could take on three or four of Luo Chenghui's professionally trained bodyguards by himself!
"Haha! I didn't expect Liu Lao, who is known for his strength, would actually come up short! Haha!" Luo Chenghui laughed.
Liu Lao felt somewhat embarrassed, his old face turning crimson.
In addition to Liu Lao, there was also a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a white Zhongshan suit with short hair. He had a pale complexion and sharp eyes full of spirit. His name was Tian Youlong; he was a Feng Shui Master with solid skills in locating auspicious sites but not particularly adept at exorcism matters—comparable to a so-called half-immortal from the countryside and equivalent to an experienced Sage.
Alongside these two was a beautifully dressed young woman who appeared to be under thirty. Her revealing attire and heavy makeup exuded an alluring aura. When Ye Mingshang glanced at her, she threw him a flirtatious wink and blew him a kiss.
However, Ye Mingshang was not particularly interested in such matters. Before arriving, Luo Chenghui had quietly informed him that this woman was very dangerous; she enjoyed seducing various men, from young boys of seven or eight to elderly men in their sixties or seventies, and she liked to cut off their genitals at the peak of pleasure to keep as trophies. It was said that she even had a private collection room for these treasures.
Even the cold and proud Ye Mingshang felt a chill in his groin and was unwilling to engage with her further.
This woman had no name; she preferred to be called Yalina, but most people referred to her as the Black Widow, a title she despised.
In addition to them, there were also some Special Operations personnel specially recruited by Luo Chenghui, all excellent soldiers who had retired from special forces with impressive military skills.
Since the plane was not full and Ye Mingshang was not accustomed to sitting with others, he chose a seat in the corner by himself.
At one point, Yalina, the Black Widow, came over to seduce him, but Ye Mingshang made his intentions clear through his actions. When the Black Widow returned to her seat, she still looked at Ye Mingshang with lingering fear.
This surprised a few who were familiar with the Black Widow; even they were wary of her and preferred not to engage too closely. They had known her for quite some time and had never seen her at a disadvantage.
Initially, they thought Ye Mingshang was young and lacked capability, only qualifying to be with them because of his acquaintance with Luo Chenghui. Although they were polite on the surface, they still held some contempt in their hearts.
Just moments ago, Liu Lao had suffered a setback under Ye Mingshang's hand, and now the Black Widow regarded him with caution. As they looked at the seemingly harmless young man sitting in the corner, they couldn't help but take him more seriously.
Ye Mingshang did not concern himself with how others viewed him; gazing out at the clouds racing past outside the window, his heart had already flown far away.
(To be continued.)
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