Huangfu Qing had guessed that Jiang Wuming would stay, and he was both right and wrong.
After Zhou Yuan left, Jiang Wuming also departed from Huangfu Weixia's birthday banquet.
He knew that if he remained, Huangfu Weixia's birthday banquet could not continue as planned.
Seeing Jiang Wuming leave, Chu Feng followed immediately.
"Teacher Wuming, my father wants to meet you tonight."
Chu Feng said as he followed Jiang Wuming out of the villa garden.
"I want to meet him too."
Jiang Wuming nodded, his heart filled with questions. "By the way, Xiaofeng, why did your father help me?"
"Brother Wuming, I only heard some of the events from my father back then, not all of them. It's better to let my father tell you himself."
Chu Feng changed his address to Jiang Wuming but did not reveal the specific reasons.
According to Chu Wansong, Jiang Wuming's connection with the Chu family was not just because of Jiang Zhan, but could be traced back to Jiang Wuming's grandfather's generation.
"Alright."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuming accepted Chu Feng's suggestion and then said, "Your father should have driven here. Let's wait in the parking lot."
"Okay, Brother Wuming."
Chu Feng nodded and followed Jiang Wuming to the parking lot of the Huangfu Manor. All he saw were luxury cars – Rolls-Royces and Bentleys were common, along with a few Hongqi sedans bearing special license plates and formidable passes displayed in the corner of their windshields.
It was no exaggeration to say that if a group of tall, leggy girls were called over, a luxury car show could be held on the spot.
As with many banquets, the host family, the Huangfus, not only invited the influential figures from the Dragon Triangle but also arranged separate meals for their drivers.
Jiang Wuming and Chu Feng had only been standing in the parking lot for less than two minutes when Chu Wansong called. Upon learning that they were in the parking lot, he said he would be there soon.
About fifteen minutes later, Chu Wansong arrived at the parking lot, accompanied by Chu Weiyang.
Chu Wansong had a crew cut and was not tall, only about 1.7 meters. His skin was slightly dark, giving him a somewhat rugged appearance, which contrasted with the sophistication of Donghai.
He hailed from the north but controlled the influence over the nights in Donghai and half of the Southern Hemisphere. Such an achievement was enough to earn anyone's respect.
After all, customs and ways of handling affairs differed between the north and the south.
For example, at banquets in the north, it was difficult to tell who was not wealthy, while in the south, it was hard to discern who was.
Of course, this was only at a general level. Once people reached a certain status, they generally acted low-key and amassed wealth in silence.
Many northerners found it difficult to adapt to the south.
This was particularly evident among people in the martial arts world.
However, this rule did not apply to Chu Wansong!
Besides judging that Chu Wansong was from the north, Jiang Wuming also sensed that Chu Wansong was a one-star War God.
This discovery initially surprised him, but then it seemed logical.
Without a foundation of martial prowess, it would have been nearly impossible for Chu Wansong, a northerner, to become a leading figure in the martial arts circles of Donghai and the Southern Hemisphere!
"Wuming, I know you've been in Donghai for some time, and I've wanted to meet you. Today, my wish is finally granted!"
Soon, Chu Wansong, with Chu Weiyang, approached Jiang Wuming and spoke first, a kindly smile on his face.
"Uncle Chu, thank you for everything you did for me tonight."
Jiang Wuming bowed and thanked Chu Wansong.
On one hand, as he had said, Chu Wansong had gone out of his way to protect him tonight, even offending the Huangfu family.
On the other hand, he could sense something unusual in Chu Wansong's gaze – it was the look of an elder towards a junior!
"Wuming, from now on, I will treat you the same as Weiyang and Xiaofeng. There's no need for thanks."
Chu Wansong waved his hand and then smiled. "I know you have many questions you want to ask me. I'll tell you everything when we get home."
"Okay, Uncle Chu."
Jiang Wuming nodded, not in a hurry.
As Jiang Wuming finished speaking, a middle-aged man, thinner than Chu Wansong, approached them.
"Master Chu, Miss, Young Master, Master Wuming."
The middle-aged man stopped before Jiang Wuming and the other three, bowing respectfully.
Jiang Wuming responded with a smile, simultaneously sensing the aura of a five-star martial artist emanating from the man, along with a strong killing intent.
He had killed people, and more than one.
"Wuming, this is my driver and bodyguard, Cai Xin. He was a special forces soldier, proficient in firearms, explosives, tracking, and counter-tracking, and familiar with various modes of transportation."
Chu Wansong introduced Cai Xin to Jiang Wuming and then explained, "In Longguo, I don't fear martial artists killing me, but I do fear modern firearms. Cai Xin can provide early warnings for me."
"Brother Cai must have been a very outstanding special forces operative."
Jiang Wuming smiled. He could see that Cai Xin was a trusted confidant of Chu Wansong.
Martial artists who cultivated to the War God level were not afraid of ordinary firearms. However, if they encountered specialized firearms and ammunition designed for martial artists, they could lose their lives with the slightest mistake.
What about powerful modern weaponry like rocket launchers?
"Master Wuming flatters me. I am far inferior to your parents. They are the pride of special forces soldiers."
Cai Xin also revealed a rare smile and then said, "Master Chu, let's get in the car."
"Xiaofeng, you drive your sister. Wuming and I will take this car."
Chu Wansong said, getting into the car first and taking the rear right seat.
Jiang Wuming sat in the left position.
"Wuming, it's about a thirty-minute drive to my place. Tell me about your experiences over the years."
As the car started, Chu Wansong turned to Jiang Wuming.
Although he had gathered information about Jiang Wuming through various channels, the data was limited and insufficient for him to understand Jiang Wuming's past.
Jiang Wuming pondered for a moment and then recounted to Chu Wansong the same story he had told Xia Xueqin.
"No wonder you could kill a Martial Grandmaster when you were only at the eight-star Martial Realm. Aside from the top-tier martial arts you practice, you entered that cruel, bloody world at a young age and honed your skills through constant life-and-death struggles—your strength was forged through combat!"
Chu Wansong commented after listening quietly to Jiang Wuming's account. He then added, "The Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall came to Longguo alone for you and engaged in a life-and-death battle with Liu Xin to avenge your adoptive father. He has treated you very well.
Wuming, if you have the chance, you must introduce me to the Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall!
Firstly, he has the grace of recognition and cultivation towards you, and I must thank him properly on behalf of your father.
Secondly, there are few people I admire in my life, and the Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall is one of them—such a hero is worth befriending!"
"Alright, Uncle Chu."
Jiang Wuming replied, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
He couldn't imagine what Chu Wansong's reaction would be if he knew that Jiang Wuming himself was the Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall.
Jiang Wuming dared not imagine that scene and instead asked the question that was on his mind: "By the way, Uncle Chu, you are involved in the martial world and must have many enemies. Why aren't you worried about martial artists trying to kill you?"
"There is a four-star War God who owes me a great favor. He has publicly declared that he will act for me unconditionally once!"
Chu Wansong's statement was astonishing.
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