"Come down," Yue Zhuoying said to Yue Yangshuo. "It's not for your own sake, but for your grandfather's. Your father has just taken over the Yue family's business, and my foundation is not yet stable. The old man cannot have an accident right now."
"What does that old bastard's life or death have to do with me?" Yue Yangshuo rolled his eyes and said. "If it weren't for him, you would have become the head of the Yue family long ago. It was only last year, when they encountered severe investigations, that he had to pass the position to you for fear that his past dirty deeds would be exposed. Now you say your foundation is unstable, but in fact, it's the old man who is unwilling to give you real power. If he dies, you can take control of the company's power even faster."
Yue Zhuoying glanced at Yue Yangshuo and said, "What are you talking about? Your uncle, third uncle, and fourth uncle are all eyeing this position. As long as the old man is still alive, they won't make a move openly, which gives me time to take them down one by one."
Yue Yangshuo was still unhappy. Yue Zhuoying's eyes suddenly became much fiercer, and he glared at Yue Yangshuo.
"I don't know what you're trying to say, but you're doing things so perfunctorily. Don't think you're safe just because you have your so-called alliance behind you. Those people only support you because of the Yue family's reputation. If not for me, you'd be supporting yourself." Yue Zhuoying said to Yue Yangshuo.
The entire conversation between the father and son duo of the Yue family was overheard by Ye Bufan. As soon as they appeared, Ye Bufan's spiritual power had already spread out, and their so-called secrets were no longer secrets.
Yue Yangshuo reluctantly got out of the car. Ye Bufan also discovered something interesting: this Yue Zhuoying, who appeared to be an elite, was actually a martial artist.
If it weren't for the aura he emitted just now, Ye Bufan would have been deceived.
"Ding dong, ding dong—"
Yue Zhuoying rang the doorbell of the villa, but after waiting for a long time, no one came to open the door.
"Didn't Zhu Zizhen just go in? We can just go in."
Yue Yangshuo impatiently pushed the door open. An invisible force rushed out from inside and directly sent Yue Yangshuo flying out, where he heavily crashed into the windshield of the Rolls-Royce.
"Damn it!" Yue Yangshuo stood up in anger. Yue Zhuoying felt that the aura coming from the villa was much stronger than his own and quickly gave Yue Yangshuo a meaningful look.
"Young master, master, please save me."
At this moment, Wan Buqun's voice came from inside the villa. Yue Zhuoying and Yue Yangshuo looked around the villa's courtyard for a while before spotting Wan Buqun, who was thrown into a corner.
"Old Wan, what are you doing here?" Yue Zhuoying asked.
"Last night, I..."
"Enough, I already know." Yue Zhuoying waved his hand impatiently. "How are you now?"
Wan Buqun shook his head and said, "The other party stuck silver needles into me, preventing me from circulating my internal energy. As soon as I try to circulate it, my body feels like hundreds of thousands of insects are drilling into it, making me extremely uncomfortable."
Yue Zhuoying frowned upon hearing this. Wan Buqun was a Martial Venerable, and in his current state, he looked like a guard dog in the courtyard, which was hardly befitting a martial artist.
"Doctor Zhu, I am Yue Zhuoying, the head of the Yue family. May I ask if you could open the door to see me? I've brought my son to apologize." Yue Zhuoying cupped his hands and shouted towards the villa.
"Since you've come to apologize, there should be sincerity, shouldn't there? I haven't seen the sincerity of your Yue family yet." Zhu Zizhen's voice was spread out by Ye Bufan using his true qi.
Yue Zhuoying's face turned ugly, but thinking of the rumors about Zhu Zizhen his wife had mentioned, he could only endure it.
"Rebellious son! Kneel." Yue Zhuoying yelled at Yue Yangshuo beside him.
Yue Yangshuo was stunned. Before he could react, Yue Zhuoying's internal energy instantly erupted, and he kicked Yue Yangshuo's knees, forcing him to kneel.
"My child, just bear with it. A true man can bend and stretch." Yue Zhuoying said to Yue Yangshuo. Although his words seemed to be letting Yue Yangshuo down, he was actually telling Yue Yangshuo to endure it, and after this matter was resolved, he could retaliate however he pleased.
Ye Bufan smiled as he watched the father and son's performance, naturally seeing the hidden meaning in Yue Zhuoying's words.
"Creak—"
The villa door opened. Yue Zhuoying did not immediately enter but first looked at Wan Buqun.
"Old Wan, I'll remove the silver needles for you." Yue Zhuoying said.
"If you don't want him to die, then remove them," Zhu Zizhen's voice rang out again, startling Yue Zhuoying. He didn't expect this Zhu Zizhen to be so mystical.
Yue Zhuoying moved Wan Buqun to a shaded spot, telling him to wait for him outside.
Yue Yangshuo rolled his eyes at Yue Zhuoying's clumsy performance. After all, he had seen too many of Yue Zhuoying's attempts to win people over, which were all variations of the same theme.
After doing this, Yue Zhuoying and Yue Yangshuo walked into the villa. Ye Bufan sat in the main seat of the sofa, while Zhu Zizhen sat beside Ye Bufan.
This scene immediately confused Yue Zhuoying and Yue Yangshuo. What was going on?
"Please sit," Ye Bufan gestured to Yue Zhuoying.
Yue Zhuoying sat on the opposite sofa. Yue Yangshuo also wanted to sit down with Yue Zhuoying, but Ye Bufan stopped him.
"You cannot sit. Kneel!" Ye Bufan said to Yue Yangshuo. "You are here to apologize, and your father is accompanying you."
Yue Yangshuo's eyes blazed upon hearing this. He pointed at Ye Bufan and said, "Kid, say that again if you dare. Your master hasn't even spoken, so what are you babbling about here? Believe it or not, I'll have someone rip your mouth open!"
"Slap—"
Ye Bufan slapped the air, and another slap mark appeared on Yue Yangshuo's other cheek.
"Damn it!" Yue Yangshuo cursed and prepared to charge forward, but was stopped by Yue Zhuoying, who gave him a look.
"Now it's much better, more symmetrical," Ye Bufan said with great satisfaction.
"Mr. Zhu, my son is here to apologize, not to be humiliated!" Yue Zhuoying frowned. "Please control your disciple and be a well-mannered person."
Ye Bufan couldn't help but laugh upon hearing Yue Zhuoying's words.
"Well, Patriarch Yue, I apologize for not greeting you properly upon your arrival," Zhu Zizhen said with a smile. "Also, this is not my disciple; I am his disciple."
Yue Zhuoying looked at the laughing Zhu Zizhen, feeling insulted.
Firstly, Zhu Zizhen had already come out to greet his disciple when he returned, completely ignoring Yue Zhuoying. This alone made Yue Zhuoying very displeased. He, the great sect leader of Shanghai, was being treated like this by a so-called divine doctor from a small place. It was utterly disrespectful. If this were in Shanghai, Yue Zhuoying could have made him disappear without a trace.
Another point was that this young man was so young, yet Zhu Zizhen claimed the young man was his master. This was an insult to Yue Zhuoying's intelligence.