"Buddy, what are you aiming at? I didn't birth you or raise you, why are you always kneeling before me like I'm your last hope?"
Hao Jian's eyes narrowed, his face expressing a 'Are you kidding me?' look!
"No, it's not that. I... I want to follow you." The Monk suddenly said this with a serious expression, not at all as if he was joking.
"Follow me? Why would you want to follow me?" Hao Jian was startled, then couldn't help but laugh. Could it be that my charm has now even affected men?
Alas, being this handsome is a curse—how can others compete!
"Because what you said is right, we really are too weak, so weak that we don't even qualify to die at your hands. I should be happy that I narrowly escaped death, but after hearing what you said, I found that I couldn't feel happy at all. I feel like maybe I don't want to keep being so weak."
The Monk looked down with a bitter smile on his face. Rather than continuing to live in such a miserable way, he would prefer to change his circumstances.
The other six brothers were all stunned, then one by one, they bowed their heads in shame.
Just now they were still smugly pleased with themselves, yet they didn't realize how upset their leader was feeling.
"So, what you're saying is, you want me to teach you Martial Arts?" Hao Jian let out a meaningful smile.
"Yes." The Monk nodded emphatically and said:
"The seven of us brothers are all orphans. Our master adopted us since we were young and taught us Martial Arts. But our master passed away a year ago, and there's no one left to teach us anything. However, we do not wish for our Martial Arts to come to an end. That's why..."
The Monk could tell Hao Jian was very strong, even stronger than their master. If Hao Jian was willing to teach them, they would become even stronger than they are now.
"Give me a reason to willingly become your master. After all, you guys are so weak, you're no help to me," Hao Jian said, stroking his chin with a playful look on his face.
He didn't need a bunch of useless guys around; they were of no help and would only slow him down.
"We can work for you, risking our lives. Although we're still weak now, as long as you give us a chance to grow stronger, we will definitely follow you without question!" The Monk said with a firm look in his eyes.
Hao Jian looked deeply at the Monk then turned and walked away.
The seven brothers all hung their heads in disappointment, and the Monk also started smiling bitterly. He really wasn't willing after all, was he?
"Report to the Shu Ya Group's HR department tomorrow."
At that moment, Hao Jian's casual words floated back to them.
All seven brothers brightened up at once, joy written all over their faces, and they all bowed to Hao Jian in unison: "Thank you, Master!"
"What happened?" Back in the car, Shu Ya couldn't help but ask Hao Jian.
"Nothing much, just some admirers, that's all. After all, brother here is a legend in the Jianghu. It's only natural for them to come seeking my blessing," Hao Jian made up.
"Yeah, right," Shu Ya said with a look of disdain, clearly not believing a word.
"Hey, you don't believe me? Alright then, I've hired them at the company anyway; you can go see for yourself tomorrow," Hao Jian said.
Actually, he had his reasons for agreeing to the seven brothers' request.
He was currently at odds with Boss Liang in the company, and whereas Boss Liang had strong supporters, his own side was full of the defeated and the weak.
It was time to bring some fresh blood into the security department, and these seven brothers were the perfect candidates. Their skills were mediocre, yet stronger than the average person, which made them unlikely to draw attention—nothing could be more suitable.
Shu Ya said angrily, "Hao Jian, that company is mine; it's not your place to meddle and pull strings, I absolutely won't allow such things."
Shu Ya was a very precise person; she would never allow any corruption or misconduct in her company.
"Don't make it sound so bad; I'm just arranging a few bodyguards for you. After all, you know how unpleasant things were between you and your father today. With his ruthless nature, who knows what he might do out of desperation! I'm doing this for your own good," Hao Jian pleaded earnestly.
"Really?" Shu Ya was half-convinced, always feeling that this fellow wasn't so kind-hearted.
Upon hearing this, Hao Jian immediately became unhappy:
"I consider your best interests so much, and you still doubt me? In order to test these people's abilities for you, my fingers got scrapped. Come on, give it a kiss."
Shu Ya slapped Hao Jian's hand away, scolding, "You're disgusting."
Hao Jian burst into laughter. He was starting to understand Shu Ya's personality; although she appeared cold on the outside, she was the least resistant to a mix of nagging, persistence, and playing the victim, which was precisely what he was good at.
"Bastard! How dare she treat me , I am her father!"
Noises of smashing and crashing came from a villa!
Shu Yuntu was throwing a fit in the living room, shattering anything that could be thrown.
Of course, everything he smashed was worthless.
"You see her as your daughter, but she doesn't see you as her father," Fu Jinmei said indifferently as she sat on the sofa painting her nails.
She didn't bother stopping Shu Yuntu, allowing him to vent his frustration, even though it was ridiculous.
The more useless the man, the bigger his temper; Fu Jinmei knew this well, and she also knew that her husband was a waste.
But she didn't care, as long as he gave her money to spend.
"No, I absolutely can't let her get married!" Shu Yuntu clenched his teeth with a fierce look on his face.
If Shu Ya got married, he would end up with nothing. He couldn't tolerate such a thing happening.
"Then you only have one option," Fu Jinmei said with a smirk, a flash of venom in her eyes.
"What is it?" Shu Yuntu asked gloomily.
"That is to make her disappear from this world," Fu Jinmei said with a cold laugh.
"What?" Shu Yuntu cried out in shock. Was Fu Jinmei asking him to kill his own daughter?
"Do you have another choice? If you don't kill her, you won't get anything," Fu Jinmei snorted and then returned to painting her nails.
"But she is my daughter," Shu Yuntu hesitated. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its young.
Besides, Shu Ya hadn't deprived him of food and clothing over the years.
If it wasn't for Fu Jinmei's instigation to seize the Shu Ya Group, he would still be getting millions in pocket money each year.
Fu Jinmei was a bottomless pit; at first, she would spend only a few hundred thousand a year, but then it became millions, and eventually tens of millions. Her demands grew greater and greater.
And clearly, the few millions in pocket money Shu Yuntu had no longer satisfied her, so she started to urge him to take over Shu Ya's company.
The wickedness of a woman's heart, especially one who was both vicious and greedy.
"She no longer regards you as her father; why cling to the past? Shu Yuntu, you surely don't intend to spend your life looking up to others, do you? Think about it, if you kill her, the company is yours, and you'll be a billionaire. Who would dare to look down on you then?"
Fu Jinmei egged him on from the side, according to the will, as long as Shu Ya died or didn't marry before the age of twenty-three, she would lose her right to inherit the company!
Then, by law, the company would naturally transfer to Shu Yuntu's name.
With that in mind, Shu Yuntu began to hesitate.
Should he choose family or wealth?