"What can you do?"
Huang Xiong gave a chilling laugh, then looked with interest at his eldest son, Huang Qiyong.
Like an ancient emperor, Huang Xiong had long known that his two sons were vying for the position of future heir, each with a faction of their own, engaged in intense covert struggles. Yet, he pretended not to know, or rather, he was happy to see such things happen.
Because, in Huang Xiong's philosophy, desire was the greatest driving force for human progress, and competition spurred people forward.
If he hadn't had the desire to make a name for himself after leaving the Donghai Martial Arts Academy, he wouldn't be the "Master Huang" of today!
"Dad, I..."
Huang Qiyong was momentarily speechless.
Upon hearing about the events in Donghai, he had rushed back immediately. He hadn't thought about what to do next, only waiting for Huang Xiong's instructions.
Seeing this, Huang Xiaoxie inwardly sneered, thinking his elder brother was a typical case of a simple mind with developed limbs.
A few years ago, he had considered Huang Qiyong a rival, but now he had no such thoughts—Huang Qiyong's intelligence and emotional quotient were fundamental flaws!
"And you? What are you doing here?"
Huang Qiyong's reaction was within Huang Xiong's expectations. He wasn't surprised but turned his gaze towards Huang Xiaoxie.
If Huang Qiyong inherited Huang Xiong's strength, then Huang Xiaoxie had perfectly inherited Huang Xiong's more subtle, refined side.
He wasn't tall, his build was slender, his features were delicate, his skin fair. He wore the most popular hairstyle of the moment, styled with gel, and had sprayed himself with perfume. Dressed in a purple suit, he exuded an effeminate yet alluring aura!
That is, until you looked into his eyes.
He possessed a pair of "peach blossom" eyes, with a cold gaze. Coupled with his pale face, he embodied the essence of refined femininity to perfection!
"Dad, back then, Jiang Zhan not only caused you to lose a leg but also led to you being unjustly expelled from the Donghai Martial Arts Academy. This is an irreconcilable enmity!
Under these circumstances, that old dog Chu Wansong stepping in for Jiang Zhan's son is not only disrespecting the Huangfu family but also disrespecting you, and even reopening your old wounds!"
Huang Xiaoxie answered without directly addressing the question. As he spoke, he observed the changes in his father Huang Xiong's expression. "I believe we must do something to make Chu Wansong pay a price, and at the same time, let everyone feel your wrath!
Otherwise, this incident will have a very serious negative impact on your reputation and that of the Hong Zihui."
"And what do you think is appropriate?"
A chilling smile reappeared on Huang Xiong's face, but his gaze towards Huang Xiaoxie held a hint of appreciation.
Deep down, he favored his younger son between his two sons.
He felt his younger son was more suited to succeed him.
However, Huang Xiaoxie also had his fatal weakness—his martial prowess was too weak!
After all, any scheme or stratagem was built upon a foundation of immense strength; otherwise, it was merely a castle in the air, vulnerable to a single blow!
"Dad, I've prepared three gifts for Chu Wansong, but they are still in preparation. I don't have absolute certainty on how many I can ultimately deliver.
Huang Xiaoxie uttered the well-rehearsed words he had prepared. "However, once I return from Donghai, it will be confirmed."
"Do you need me to send someone to assist you?"
Huang Xiong did not ask what the three gifts were, as if opening a mystery box, waiting for the answer to reveal the surprise.
"Dad, no need."
Huang Xiaoxie shook his head decisively.
"Good."
Huang Xiong praised him but still reminded him, "Chu Wansong is not a toothless old tiger; his fangs and claws are still sharp. Be careful yourself and mind the boundaries."
"Thank you, Dad. I will be mindful." Huang Xiaoxie bowed in gratitude.
Huang Qiyong witnessed the entire exchange, his expression turning extremely grim, filled with both envy and unwillingness.
Huang Xiaoxie noticed his brother's expression and inwardly sneered.
In his heart, the competition with Huang Qiyong had already been decided.
His trip to Donghai this time was to allay his father Huang Xiong's future concerns about him taking over, and also to demonstrate his capabilities to the core members of the Hong Zihui!
...
Half an hour later, Huang Xiaoxie returned to his residence—the sky villa next to Nanzhou Tower.
This sky villa was a gift from Huang Xiong for Huang Xiaoxie's eighteenth birthday.
After receiving this gift, Huang Xiaoxie moved out of Baiyun Villa, only returning to Baiyun Villa when he needed to report to Huang Xiong in person.
Compared to the heritage and tranquility of Baiyun Villa, he preferred standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of his sky villa, overlooking the city.
That gave him a feeling of looking down upon all beings!
When Huang Xiaoxie returned home, there were no women in the house.
He didn't have the habit of keeping mistresses.
If he needed companionship, he would call for a woman he fancied to provide service, and then send her away once it was done.
To date, no woman had ever been qualified to lie by his side and embrace him until dawn!
Upon returning home, Huang Xiaoxie first opened a bottle of foreign liquor. Paired with a cigar, he completely relaxed himself before dialing a number on a backup phone.
"Young Master Huang."
The call was answered quickly, and a magnetic voice came from the receiver, with slightly uneven breathing.
Because, at that moment, he was lying on the bed, and a first-tier female artist was burying her head between his legs, serving him diligently.
"Brother Sun, still at work?"
Huang Xiaoxie asked in a gentle tone, and before the other party could reply, he added, "I think the woman serving you is a bit dirty. She needs to take a bath and turn the faucet on to the fullest, rinse herself thoroughly. What do you think?"
"Young Master Huang is right!"
On the other end of the phone, Sun Hao, the boss of the film and television company under Hong Zihui, responded obsequiously. He patted the female artist's shoulder, pointed to the bathroom, and only after the female artist understood and walked into the bathroom, turning on the faucet, did he say, "Young Master Huang, you may give your instructions."
"How is the task progressing?" Huang Xiaoxie asked.
"Young Master Huang, that kid is working hard to get Chu Weiyang."
Sun Hao's heart skipped a beat.
Although he was in charge of the film and television company under Hong Zihui, his status and position within Hong Zihui were not particularly high.
To further his own career, he had aligned himself with Huang Xiaoxie, looking towards the future, rather than Huang Qiyong.
Not long ago, Sun Hao had received a call from Huang Xiaoxie, who assigned him a task—to arrange for a suitable male celebrity to pursue Chu Weiyang and then "take care of" her. Sun Hao was to secretly film the entire process and hand the video to Huang Xiaoxie.
"I don't want the process, I want a satisfactory result," Huang Xiaoxie said again, his tone turning cold.
"Tell that trash who thinks he's so great that whether he seduces her, tricks her, or uses drugs, if he cannot 'take care of' Chu Weiyang within ten days, he will disappear from the entertainment industry!"
"Yes, Young Master Huang!"
Sun Hao sensed Huang Xiaoxie's anger and immediately obeyed respectfully, without daring to utter a single superfluous word.
Huang Xiaoxie hung up the phone directly, tossed the phone onto the sofa, picked up the half-glass of foreign liquor in front of him, and gently twisted his neck before draining it in one gulp.
"Ding—"
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Huang Xiaoxie used the smart voice system to open the door. A fierce-looking middle-aged man walked in, exuding the aura of a martial arts master.
He was the person in charge of Hong Zihui's underground black boxing business, named Lei Bao.
"Brother Lei, bring a few tough guys and accompany me to Donghai."
Huang Xiaoxie got straight to the point with his instructions.
"Young Master Huang, you're going after that Jiang Wuming?"
Upon hearing this, Lei Bao instinctively linked it to the events in Donghai.
"That Jiang Wuming even killed Lin Pingzhi of the Donghai Martial Arts Academy. Can you kill him?" Huang Xiaoxie asked with a sly smile.
"Young Master Huang, you may not know this, but martial arts masters from the Donghai Martial Arts Academy are different from martial arts masters on the battlefield. They rarely make a move in their lifetime and have never experienced life-and-death combat. They are all showy, useful in appearance but not in practice."
Lei Bao smiled confidently. "The fact that Jiang Wuming could kill Lin Pingzhi doesn't mean I can't kill Jiang Wuming!"
"Hehehehe... I just admire your dominance, Brother Lei."
Huang Xiaoxie smiled even more fiendishly, then his tone shifted. "Chu Wansong, in order to protect that Jiang Wuming, didn't hesitate to offend the Huangfu family. If you kill that Jiang Wuming, Chu Wansong will undoubtedly kill you at all costs, and possibly me as well."
"Young Master Huang, your target isn't Jiang Wuming?" Lei Bao was startled.
"You'll know when we get to Donghai."
Huang Xiaoxie indirectly provided the answer. Then, the image of Jiang Wuming appeared in his mind, and he added,
"However, if there's a suitable opportunity, you can teach that Jiang Wuming a lesson. That would be excellent—it will bring me many new friends with strength!"
"Please rest assured, Young Master Huang. If there's an opportunity to act, I will definitely beat him until he begs for mercy!"
Lei Bao's heart stirred. He understood the unspoken meaning behind Huang Xiaoxie's words.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
But neither Huang Xiaoxie nor Lei Bao knew that sometimes, being an enemy is harder than being a friend.
Because, they are not worthy!
...