But right at that moment, the middle-aged man spoke up again, sternly shouting at Ye Wushuang, "Shut your mouth! You are just a beggar, yet you dare to spout nonsense right here in the Tang Family. Someone, throw him out!"
His gaze was icy cold—he was unmistakably the one who had just exuded such murderous intent.
As his voice fell, a group of men rushed in through the main entrance, all of them brawny and muscle-bound.
"Second Uncle, what are you doing!" Tang Moxixi's face darkened.
Her second uncle's behavior seemed rather abnormal.
"My dear niece, your second uncle is just worried that you're being deceived. What era is this, and you're still talking about Gu poison and hoodwinking people?"
The middle-aged man glared at Ye Wushuang with a frigid gaze.
Though he was smiling, to Tang Moxixi, it was a smile that didn't reach his eyes—terrifying.
Ye Wushuang curled his lip. "Whether I'm hoodwinking people and whether the old man was poisoned with Gu, some of you certainly know the truth in your hearts."
With that, he gave the middle-aged man a deep look. "How come I feel like you're acting awfully nervous?"
"Nonsense! Get him!" The middle-aged man was burning with rage.
"Tang Jianchuan! Do you want the old man to die?!" Tang Moxixi was furious too.
She had been begging Ye Wushuang with all her might to step in and save the old man.
Not only did Tang Jianchuan refuse to help, but he kept throwing obstacles in her way.
Tang Moxixi now strongly suspected that this so-called Gu poison was engineered by Tang Jianchuan precisely to keep the old man from surviving.
After all, with massive interests at stake, people's hearts were truly unpredictable.
"The old man is already dead, and I won't allow anyone to desecrate his corpse," Tang Jianchuan said with a cold snort.
He beckoned to the thugs, who surrounded Ye Wushuang and Tang Moxixi.
"Grandfather is not dead yet! Tang Jianchuan, aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?!"
By now, Tang Moxixi had realized with absolute clarity that the person who had covertly harmed her grandfather was undoubtedly her second uncle, Tang Jianchuan.
"Xiao Xi, stop being so willful. The doctor just checked him a moment ago, the old man doesn't even have a heartbeat."
Someone stepped forward to dissuade her—it was Tang Moxixi's fourth uncle, Tang Jiannan.
"Exactly. How can you imagine that the old man can still live just because of some absurd words from a beggar? Be realistic."
Another person spoke up, their voice cold, as though the deceased were not even a blood relative.
"Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, you..." Tang Moxixi froze.
But realization dawned on her quickly. "This whole thing—was it plotted by you and Second Uncle together?"
"My dear niece, you mustn't talk nonsense. The old man fell ill and died of natural causes; what does that have to do with us?"
Tang Jianchuan sneered coldly. He walked to the back and stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Jiannan and Tang Jianlin.
"So it was you all." Tang Moxixi gritted her teeth.
Seeing this, how could she still fail to understand? These three were simply birds of a feather.
The old man had ended up in this state, and all three of them had a hand in it.
"Young man, your martial skills are so impressive, and you could pinpoint my grandfather's ailment—you must have a way to save him, right?"
Tang Moxixi looked at Ye Wushuang, her eyes filled with entreaty.
At that moment, she had pinned all her hopes on Ye Wushuang.
"As long as you agree to save my grandfather, I... I am willing to become your humble servant and wait upon you by your side from now on."
Tang Moxixi bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Hearing her words, everyone present was stunned.
None of them expected that Tang Moxixi would go to such lengths for that sliver of illusory hope.
They were all worldly modern adults; phrases like "humble servant" instantly set their imaginations running wild.
"This... won't do." Ye Wushuang looked Tang Moxixi up and down, then suddenly shook his head with a look of distaste.
"Too ugly. You don't fit my aesthetic." Ye Wushuang curled his lip.
In his eyes, Tang Moxixi was cute enough, but her looks fell far short compared to his four masters.
If he took her out in public, she simply wouldn't pass muster.
Tang Moxixi had already been deeply depressed at being rejected.
But upon hearing Ye Wushuang's reason for refusal, she nearly spat a mouthful of blood.
She was, after all, the reigning cute campus belle of Shanghai University for two consecutive years.
Was this guy blind, actually slandering her as ugly?
"Then just what will it take for you to save my grandfather? Name your price, and I'll make sure it's done!"
Tang Moxixi forced down her anger and asked through clenched teeth.
If she weren't currently begging for a favor, she definitely would have cracked open Ye Wushuang's skull right then and there to see what on earth was packed inside that made him so bizarre.
"What I want, you can't afford." Ye Wushuang rubbed his nose.
To make him take the risk of offending people to save someone, the cost couldn't simply be brushed off with ten or twenty thousand yuan; it had to be at least thirty thousand.
"Haha, my dear niece, I told you this beggar is nothing but a swindler! Do you still expect him to bring the dead back to life?"
Seeing that Ye Wushuang refused to grant Tang Moxixi's plea, Tang Jianchuan laughed out loud, unable to resist mocking her.
*Crack!* A crisp slap rang out.
Everyone stared in utter astonishment because none of them had seen how Ye Wushuang had appeared right in front of Tang Jianchuan.
"I've put up with you for a long time. Calling me a beggar over and over—dressed up like a human being, but you think you're something special?"
Ye Wushuang looked indignant, glaring fiercely at the middle-aged man before him.
"Stinking beggar, how dare you hit me!" Tang Jianchuan flew into a rage, his eyes turning bloodshot.
"I'll have you know I dare kick you too." Ye Wushuang gave a disdainful chuckle.
He lashed out with a kick, striking Tang Jianchuan squarely in the groin.
"Awooo!" Tang Jianchuan clutched his crotch, doubling over into the shape of a shrimp as he sank to his knees.
This sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded.
All the male onlookers felt a chill in their own groins, as if experiencing the pain firsthand.
"Get him! Cripple this beggar! To dare start a fight right here in the Tang Family—he's tired of living!"
Tang Jiannan roared. He was the first to snap back to reality, ordering the thugs to cripple Ye Wushuang.
"Ordinary people trying to pick a fight with me? Tired of living, are they?"
Ye Wushuang curled his lip. Having been fooled once, he wasn't going to be foolish enough this time to mistake ordinary mortals for Leading Authorities.
Rolling his shoulders, Ye Wushuang charged straight forward.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the dozen or so brawny men lasted less than half a minute in Ye Wushuang's hands before they were all sent flying.
Even more ridiculously, Ye Wushuang piled them up vertically one on top of the other like a human pagoda.
"Seeing as you're in such a pitiful state, I can save your grandfather, but you'll have to pay me enough money." Ye Wushuang thought for a moment and said.
Fortune favors the bold; for the sake of his upcoming square meals, he was willing to go all out, even if it meant offending the master behind that evil Qi.
Overjoyed, Tang Moxixi directly held up a single finger.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang shook his head. "Not enough. You need to pay extra."
"What? One million isn't enough?" Tang Moxixi froze.
But a second later, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then two million!"
"Huh?" This time it was Ye Wushuang's turn to be dumbfounded. The price he had anticipated in his heart was around thirty thousand, and twenty thousand wouldn't have been unacceptable either.
Yet who would have guessed that Tang Moxixi would casually throw out one million.
So this was the world of the wealthy. Ye Wushuang concluded that he was simply still too young.