Chapter 38

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Chapter 38: A Man With a Strong and Agile Tongue

As he spoke, his words immediately showed a completely different level of intelligence compared to his son, which made Bai Qige look at him with a new sense of respect; however, it was also understandable—he probably hadn’t faced Long Aotian yet!

Shan Jingshou’s father was named Shan Tianlun, but Bai Qige preferred to call him Mountain Fox, for he was indeed quite cunning. Even though his son was kidnapped and his business suffered significant damage, he remained calm, polite, and composed in front of Bai Qige. It was impossible to tell what he was truly thinking just by looking at his face or his eyes—he was the kind of person who was both friendly and dangerous.

However, Bai Qige did not dislike such people. They usually think very carefully, have deep strategies, and are more rational than emotional; they are capable and insightful. They are truly people of interest, driven by benefits. If handled well, they can be quite good partners. As long as interests align, you don’t need to worry about them making mistakes. Of course, Bai Qige only did not dislike such people; he did not particularly like them either. He knew that if there was a conflict of interest, such a person could still send your whole family away with a friendly smile.

Mountain Fox did not seem to come with hostility; he even appeared somewhat humble. However, Bai Qige was not deceived. He could swear on his toes that the unseen Right Patrol Leader, Four Heavenly Kings, and Eight Night Demons were certainly watching all around, waiting for Mountain Fox to drop his cup as a signal. At that moment, these people would rush out and turn Bai Qige into a mush, and there could even be other sharper traps set up as well.

However, Mountain Fox indeed came with the idea of turning conflict into friendship. His words were sincere, and his skill in conversation was truly remarkable. After just a few sentences, he gave off a strong sense of sincerity, with incredible charm and insight into people’s hearts.

"Never strike a smiling face." Bai Qige could not adopt the showy demeanor passed down from that reckless gang leader. He only slightly displayed an air of arrogance while carefully maintaining his composure. He chatted casually with Mountain Fox until they gradually moved on to more substantial topics.

"In that case, I will entrust this matter to you, Master. Please allow me a few days to prepare the proper gifts for apprenticeship. I will surely present them in a few days!"

Mountain Fox left with his people, and Bai Qige watched him get into the car as the convoy slowly drove away. After a long while, he said to himself, "This guy has quite the way with words; his clever talk almost made me feel elated!"

Though he muttered teasingly to himself, Bai Qige’s face was serious, and his expression had grown somewhat grave. As a Supernatural Organization, Bloody Earth must have superpowers, and Mountain Fox, as the leader, certainly possessed some too, although his superpower surprised Bai Qige.

If one had to say it clearly, Mountain Fox’s superpower was his ability to speak, or perhaps a mysterious mental influence that subtly affected those he spoke with through his words, eyes, and demeanor, leaving no trace behind.

Bai Qige sensed something was wrong because he surprisingly found that after talking with Mountain Fox for a while, he felt a sense of familiarity and trust toward him. Realizing this, Bai Qige knew it was not good; a smiling tiger like Mountain Fox could not be trusted. A warning instinct arose in him, even a hint of murderous intent. It seemed Mountain Fox noticed Bai Qige’s subtle wariness and chose to take his leave.

This kind of superpower, compared to the superpowers of the Left Patrol Leader or the Seven Holy Spirits, lacks some direct offensive skills. However, it should not be underestimated. In fact, one could say its impact is even greater. In chaotic times, this kind of superpower could lead to great achievements. Even in today’s world, it can be considered top-tier in both strategy and diplomacy, capable of turning the tides.

Bai Qige, caught off guard, almost fell for it. If he hadn’t been so alert, he might have been persuaded by Mountain Fox to cut yellow paper, worship a roast chicken, and run together into the sunset, becoming inseparable friends. Indeed, Mountain Fox’s words were so sharp that they nearly turned Bai Qige’s mindset and thoughts around, creating a brainwashing effect.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was a bit late. He still couldn’t help but agree to a bunch of nonsense, like making peace with Bloody Earth, taking Shan Jingshou as his disciple, and teaching everyone with care.

At this moment, a black car sped down the road, driven by the Left Patrol Leader. Mountain Fox sat calmly, his eyes half-closed, as if he were deep in thought. After a long while, he finally spoke to himself:

"Hehe, that old monk really has some skill; he actually noticed my superpower and even thought about killing me. If I hadn’t moved quickly, I might have ended up dead right there!"

"Boss, you’re joking. The brothers are waiting outside; how could anything be wrong?"

Mountain Fox was noncommittal and, after a long pause, said, "Check into this old monk’s background again. He’s not simple. I sense a smell of blood from him. This isn’t something you get from just killing one or two people. He must have taken more than a dozen or twenty lives, or even more, to have such a cold and fierce, almost mad, killing intent!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Meanwhile, Bloody Earth continued to investigate Bai Qige’s background, which he was naturally unaware of. But even if he did know, he wouldn’t care. His active realm was the Middle-earth World. If Bloody Earth could extend its intelligence network there, Bai Qige would have no choice but to bow down in submission.

Shan Jingshou woke up from his coma again, and what he saw was still the strange ceiling, along with Mugang Xian’s overly mature old face.

"You’re awake?"

"Aahhh!!!" Shan Jingshou instinctively screamed, as if he were a little girl who had been through a night of terror, struggling to back away to avoid being too close to Mugang Xian.

"Buddy, if you’re awake, hurry up and join the basketball training. Time waits for no one!"

After Mugang Xian said this, he turned to leave, and Shan Jingshou then noticed that Mugang Xian was wearing a heavy iron suit, with weights tied to his hands and feet, and on his feet were two large iron balls, walking like a heavy prisoner in a jail, moving slowly. Just a short distance away, a whip cracked and a loud shout followed:

"Worm, leftover, just passing the message from the past, can you be any slower? Run, the first rule of basketball is to never stop running; remember, what is our motto?"

Mugang Xian got whipped twice but did not show anger; instead, he showed a passionate determination, running with all his strength and loudly answering, "There is nothing except for the ball!"

"Good, let me see your spirit and perseverance! Take the basketball and run; then I will throw flying knives at you. You need to dodge using the special basketball moves I taught you! If you can’t do it, get ready to be hit by my flying knives!"

"Hmmm, bring it on, coach! My passionate basketball spirit is already ignited!"

A meaningless roar came from Mugang Xian, and then he really wore a suit of iron and began to jump side to side with a basketball, dodging the flying knives that swooshed by.