Chapter 91

The old man felt a bit puzzled. The other party had rushed in so abruptly, shouting, and then, just as mysteriously, they left.

Zheng Xiaotian had put on his armor? Not really. He had only summoned the part on his arms. Since Tony could summon just his arm, he could certainly do the same.

Zheng Xiaotian summoned his arms and immediately launched an attack, scaring the other party away, thus completing his task.

"Just a small interlude," the old man said as he closed the door, looking at Zheng Xiaotian. "I'll take out the silver needles from your body now."

"Great!" Zheng Xiaotian thought. As long as they were removed, his combat ability would be restored.

The old man pulled out the silver needles from Zheng Xiaotian one by one. For him, it was a simple matter to attach a bit of true qi, rotate a few times, and easily remove them.

Five, seven, eight. There was just one left. At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Zheng Xiaotian became alert. Whoever could come must be a troublesome enemy. With just one silver needle left, his armor couldn't be summoned, and relying on the weapons on his arms to deal with ordinary people might not be a problem, but if the other party was an expert, he wouldn't be able to hit them with a single bullet.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something? Should I just leave?" A graceful figure stood at the door, her right hand covering her cheek. This gesture highlighted her slender, well-proportioned figure. The lines were simply perfect...

Zheng Xiaotian thought, "What a beauty." Her figure's proportions were on par with Lin Ziyuan, even surpassing her by a level. She had none of the pretentiousness of a moneyed society, exuding a pure and vibrant aura. Not bad, truly not bad, a genuine beauty.

"Yueyue, why are you back?" The old man got up and slowly walked toward Lao Xingyue.

Lao Xingyue, Lao Wantong's granddaughter. Recently, Lao Wantong had been in a fierce dispute with the demolition office, all for Lao Xingyue. He wanted a house that wouldn't lose a single inch, to be left to Lao Xingyue in the future.

"You don't want me back, do you? You don't want me to ruin your good thing," Lao Xingyue glanced at Zheng Xiaotian in the room, thinking, "You queer, finding such a handsome one. If all the handsome ones in the world are ruined by you, how will I find a son-in-law for you in the future? Find an ugly one to annoy you and me every day?"

"Damn. I..." Lao Wantong didn't know how to explain. He hadn't told her about the demolition office, purely because he was afraid she would stubbornly insist on fighting the evil forces with him. If anything happened to his granddaughter, he would rather die.

"Old man, I still have one silver needle left," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Did you hear that? It's a silver needle. I'm doing business, treating and saving people," Lao Wantong said to Lao Xingyue.

"Doing business?" Lao Xingyue didn't quite believe it. She stepped forward, her high heels clicking as she walked toward Zheng Xiaotian.

"Kid, how much are you going to pay my grandpa?" Lao Xingyue put her hands on her hips and asked Zheng Xiaotian.

"Pay what money?" Zheng Xiaotian was taken aback.

"Grandpa, is this a business deal? He doesn't even know to pay you, how can it be a deal? Are you treating people for free, saving the world?" Lao Xingyue turned to look at Lao Wantong.

Lao Wantong sighed. This was impossible to explain. He kept giving Zheng Xiaotian meaningful looks, but the other party clearly didn't understand.

Bang!

A loud noise came from the door. From the muscular thigh that retracted, it was clear that the door had been kicked open, not by any mysterious force.

Zheng Xiaotian became alert again.

Lao Wantong walked toward the door.

"Lao Wantong, when are you moving? You decide!" A man at the door pointed at Lao Wantong.

Lao Wantong was a bit confused. Just a moment ago, a group had run off, and now the main person had appeared. Was this a shift change? Did the previous group finish their shift, and this group come next? Why couldn't they just finish everything at once, instead of dragging it out? Was it fun or what?

"I've said it before, not a single inch less, and I'll move," Lao Wantong said.

"You're still so stubborn. Looks like we're going to force the demolition today. If you don't come out, I promise you, I'll burn the money for the thirty square meters as ghost money for you," the man said, then immediately took out his phone to make a call.

Lao Xingyue's mind raced. She suddenly remembered why her grandfather had so strangely not wanted her to come back, even offering her more money to stay away. She had misunderstood; it wasn't about her grandfather doing something at home, but about him fighting against evil forces. If she hadn't been bullied today and hadn't come back to encounter this, her grandfather might have been in the midst of fighting those forces. How disobedient she had been.

When they were blocked at Lao Wantong's door, two figures appeared.

"Get lost!" A man said arrogantly.

"What kind of talk is that? Who are you? Do you think I won't cut you in a minute?" The man with a machete threatened, waving his weapon.

"Go to hell." The man casually waved his hand, and with a bang, it hit the thug.

Bang, bang, bang. The thug who was hit knocked several others behind him to the ground. He himself was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

The two men swaggered to the door, their presence so imposing that they seemed invincible.

"Grandpa Lao Wantong, look, our smallest unit is forty square meters. Your granddaughter can get ten square meters for free as a poverty assistance fund. Why don't you just move?" The thug's little boss said to Lao Wantong. He thought, "Am I crazy? These two are top-notch experts. Hiring them would cost at least fifteen square meters, and it might not even be enough. Better to settle the matter quietly."

"Uh!" Lao Wantong was silent.

"I'll represent my grandfather and agree!" Lao Xingyue said.

"Alright, I'll draft the contract now and come back later." The thug's little boss waved his hand and called his minions to leave.