Chapter 110

Hi, please check out this patreon link patreon.com/al_squad to support the translation, ad-free chapters, and up to 20 additional chapters!!Chapter 110 Duel of Wits and Ruthlessness

The place they took him to was a few steps away from his cell. Lin Wanrong followed behind the bandit, incessantly peering around, sizing up the nearby circumstances.

By then, dusk had fallen, and it seemed no other bandits were in sight. ‘Could it be that they've gone down the mountain to work?’ Lin Wanrong wondered. These followers of the White Lotus cult survived by robbery, often targeting wealthy households in Jinling. They likely had a decent income.

Observing the emaciated bandit leading the way, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but start plotting. ‘Damn, I don't see any other bandits around. If it's just this guy, I could charge him and take him down. I might have a chance to escape.’

He had some confidence in his fighting abilities. The White Lotus bandits he had encountered yesterday were tall and formidable, but he doubted that this gatekeeper shared their skills. The other day, he had handled Li Ergou, knocking him out with a single blow. Perhaps he might get lucky again.

The thought was as enticing as candy, tempting him continuously. Lin Wanrong had a clear understanding of his current predicament. The kidnapping was far from being as simple as he had imagined, and if he wasn't careful, his life could end here. Instead of waiting for death, he decided it was better to take a chance.

There was a gambler's streak in his nature. Seeing that the area was deserted, he clenched his teeth and quickened his pace, walking right behind the bandit. But before he could act, he heard the bandit grumble, "Damn it, who threw this stone here again?"

Ahead, a large rock about one-third the height of a man stood in their path. With his complaint uttered, the bandit kicked the rock, shattering it into pieces with a dull sound.

"Damn," Lin Wanrong blurted, startled. He immediately halted his intended actions. ‘I thought I was pretty good at playing possum. I didn't expect an ordinary White Lotus bandit to be so much stronger. No wonder they sent only one person to escort me. With that kind of strength, ten of me wouldn't stand a chance.’

Cold sweat drenched Lin Wanrong. He dismissed his previous thoughts, caught up to the man, and flattered, "Your martial arts skills are extraordinary, sir, unmatched in the past or future. I am fortunate to have met such a master today. Truly, it is a blessing in my life. May I ask for your esteemed name? I truly admire you." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ NøvᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

The man glanced at him and said arrogantly, "Why would you need my name? We're not friends."

Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "I wish to ask if there is some magical pill or potion that could give me martial skills like yours, quickly and efficiently. I am willing to pay a high price for it."

The man laughed heartily, "You are amusing. There is no shortcut to mastering martial arts. I started practicing from the age of five, and only after more than thirty years have I achieved this level. The idea of mastering it in one day is utterly ridiculous."

Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Your martial arts prowess, sir, is beyond anything I've ever witnessed. You are far more formidable than any of the so-called warriors or masters I've met. My deep admiration led me to ask such a question, causing you to find amusement, I'm afraid."

In the distance, three figures stood, observing every movement the duo made.

The one in the center was a young nobleman, dressed opulently. His demeanor was dignified, his temperament refined, and his comportment remarkable. One glance was enough to tell that he was not an ordinary man. He looked at Lin Wanrong's retreating figure and chuckled, "So, this is the Lin San you mentioned. He's amusing and quite bold."

The young man standing to the left of the nobleman replied, "Indeed, my lord. This man is Lin San, a servant of the Xiao family. According to my investigation, the Xiao family's sudden shift in business ventures and the adoption of new trades were all strategized by him." This man had thick brows and large eyes, and in Lin Wanrong's words, looked somewhat like Zhu Shimao.

The nobleman nodded and laughed, "This Lin San is indeed interesting. The cheongsam and women's undergarments he created, although somewhat daring, are quite appealing. The women in my household are quite fond of them."

The young man on the left agreed, "You're absolutely correct, my lord. This Lin San is indeed clever. I admit I underestimated him before. When we first met, even Miss Xiao didn't think highly of him."

The nobleman nodded, "Speaking of which, it seems Lin San spoiled your plans. If it hadn't been for his interference, your scheme would have been successful and Miss Xiao would already be in your arms."

The young man hurriedly replied, "I failed to carry out my task effectively. I await your punishment, my lord."

"No matter, no matter," the nobleman's eyes sparkled, "It just took a bit more effort this time, and we didn't lose anything. Instead, we gained a bit more. By the way, are you sure that the perfume formula is with this Lin San?"

"Yes." The young man on the left answered with certainty, "I have been investigating for several days. Like our household, the Xiao family was also originally a cloth business, but recently they suddenly introduced cheongsams, women's undergarments, and perfumes. Leaving the rest aside, both the perfume factory and perfume formula were planned by Lin San. I can assure you, the formula is in his possession."

The nobleman nodded and sighed, "This perfume, it's really something. A single bottle costs hundreds of taels of silver. If it falls into our hands, it would be a significant boost. We must acquire both this perfume and the Xiao family, we can't afford to miss either." He turned to the young man on the side and said, "We must seize the Xiao family. Lu Zhongping, you two must work together to achieve this. There will be a generous reward."

Lu Zhongping, a tall and thin man, was the eldest disciple of the White Lotus cult. He quickly replied, "Please rest assured, my lord. We will take care of it."

The nobleman laughed heartily and turned to the young man on the left, "If you handle this matter well, I will put in a good word for your father for the vacancy of the Mayor of Jinling next year. You can leave the Suzhou Weaving to others."

"Thank you, my lord," the young man on the left hurriedly replied. All three burst into laughter once again.

At that moment, Lin Wanrong was busily striking up a conversation with the bandit. "Brother, is your sect called the White Lotus?"

Impatiently, the bandit responded, "Indeed."

"That's a pleasant name. Was it named by your sect leader?" asked Lin Wanrong.

"The term 'White Lotus' signifies purity and was established by the first leader of our sect," the bandit proclaimed with pride.

‘Purity my foot, this old youngster practiced martial arts since childhood. He probably doesn't even know how to write those two words.’ Lin Wanrong drawled, "Your sect indeed has a long history and profound lineage. I am truly in awe."

"That is natural," responded the bandit.

"Oh, by the way, where do you buy those fireworks that your sect releases before every operation? They are quite beautiful. I'd like to purchase some for my leisure."

"We in the sect produce those ourselves. You can't buy them just anywhere."

"Oh?" Lin Wanrong prolonged his tone, "What is the name of your sect leader?"

"Our sect leader's name is Su—" The bandit suddenly looked alarmed, glared at him and said, "What are you asking this for? Don't think you can coax information out of me."

Such a shame, Lin Wanrong thought, this fool has finally become alert. He hastily replied, "Brother, you misunderstood me. I found your fireworks intriguing and wanted to do business with you. As you know, our Xiao family specializes in business. If your sect brothers can supply the goods, I can manage the sales. We can split the profits sixty-forty and I can give you a ten percent commission. What do you think?"

The bandit was taken aback, mulling over the business proposal, but quickly realized that it was a sect secret and couldn't be handed over to outsiders. He glared at Lin Wanrong, "You've thought this through, trying to play us for fools."

‘If anyone doesn't believe then he’s a fool,’ Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Then, brother, is your White Lotus sect still recruiting members?"

"Under the Bodhi tree, the truth is revealed; before the Guanyin temple, we speak of all sentient beings. All the suffering brothers and sisters in the world are disciples under the protection of the White Lotus. As long as you are willing, we of the White Lotus can look after you," the bandit proclaimed loudly.

‘Damn, he recites this so fluently. The political commissar of this White Lotus sect is pretty strong, having carried out such deep ideological work. Every cult has a set of methods to bewitch people's minds, and this White Lotus sect is no simple matter.’

"How much are the monthly membership fees?"

"Two taels of silver a month."

"That's cheap." Lin Wanrong exclaimed, "Then I'll pay twenty taels for a year. By the way, where is your headquarters?"

"Our headquarters is in Jining—Hey, what exactly are you planning by asking all this?" the bandit abruptly woke up to the situation.

"Oh, I greatly admire your sect and am thinking of visiting when I have the time," Lin Wanrong bluffed. But the man's words sent a chill down his spine. Jining was in Shandong territory, thousands of miles away from Jinling. The fact that the White Lotus sect could run rampant in this fertile land of Jiangnan meant that there was no way they were unsupported.

The man grunted, "I don't mind telling you. Our White Lotus sect is the largest in the world, redeeming countless believers. Within the vast realm of our land, branches of our sect can be found across numerous provinces."

Lin Wanrong smirked, ‘damn it, whether you're white lotus or black lotus, you've tortured me so today, I won't rest until I've destroyed you.’

He was led by the bandit to a vacant room. The bandit opened the door, "Lin San, we're here. Go in."

Lin Wanrong nodded and smiled at him, "Thank you, brother. We'll chat again when there's time."

The man was stunned. ‘Who is this youngster to be so nonchalant after being captured by me, where does his audacity come from?’

Little did he know, this was Lin Wanrong's way of alleviating stress with his thick skin.

Upon entering, Lin Wanrong saw a lean young man standing inside. Judging from his silhouette and profile, he was the very senior brother who had kidnapped him the day before. The senior brother had now removed his mask, revealing a rather pleasant face.

Thinking about how he almost lost his life to this man's sword the day before, Lin Wanrong was extremely irritated. Seeing the smirk on the man's lips further annoyed him. He said nonchalantly, "Oh, it's you. Couldn't they send someone of higher rank to speak with me?"

With that, he flopped down onto a chair, too lazy to pay the man any further attention.

The senior brother had been sent to recruit him, so he had to suppress his anger, "Brother Lin, my name is Lu Zhongping. I was disrespectful to you yesterday due to circumstances beyond my control. I hope you can forgive me."

‘Bullshit. You tried to kill me yesterday, now you're apologizing. Would you be so calm and polite if you didn't see some value in me?’ Lin Wanrong snorted disdainfully, "There's no need to pretend. I'm your prisoner. Just say what you have to say."

Seeing the contempt in Lin Wanrong's eyes, Lu Zhongping couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. Raising his voice slightly, he said, "Since you're so straightforward, Brother Lin, I won't beat around the bush. I invited you here today to discuss something."

Lin Wanrong glanced at him, "Discuss with me? Are you even worthy?"

Fuming, Lu Zhongping shot up from his seat, a dark line forming between his brows. In a stern voice, he said, "Lin San, don't mistake courtesy for weakness. Speaking to you this way is a sign of respect, but don't think for a moment I can't make you suffer. I have plenty of ways to make you wish for death."

Outside the window, a well-dressed young man who had been eavesdropping sighed, "This Lin San is indeed difficult to deal with. Lu Zhongping is no match for him."

The person beside him said, "You're right, sir. I've experienced Lin San's sharp tongue myself."

Suddenly, Lin Wanrong slammed his hand on the table and stood up, "You think I'm scared? Show me what you've got. If I so much as whimper, then I'm your grandson."

Lu Zhongping was so exasperated that he didn't catch the implications in Lin Wanrong's words. He too slammed his hand on the table, "Fine! If you do shout, then I'm your grandfather!"

Lin Wanrong felt a thrill inside, like he had just eaten a piss-bull's gall. ‘Young man, you're too green to compete with me.’ Despite his internal satisfaction, cold sweat had drenched his back. He was gambling, betting on the fact that Lu Zhongping had a master behind him, and that they surely needed something from him. He had deliberately provoked Lu Zhongping to the point that they had ended up in a confrontation before the topic of discussion was even broached - all to meet his behind-the-scenes master. With this rash and tactless Lu Zhongping, negotiation would be a waste of time.

Once the words left Lu Zhongping's mouth, he realized he had fallen for Lin San's trap. Enraged to the point where his hair seemed to stand on end, he decided that even if it meant facing reprimand from the young master, he had to vent his anger today.

Seeing Lu Zhongping's rage-filled approach, Lin Wanrong knew the man was seriously angry. ‘Damn it, if this guy actually hit him, he wouldn't be able to take it. He would, of course, cry out. It would be his grandson who wouldn't.’

Though Lin Wanrong's face remained calm, beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead, and he began to count silently in his heart.

"One..."

"Two..."

Before he could utter the word "three," a clear voice came from outside the window, "Zhongping, you should come back now."

‘Oh, thank god!’ It was as if Lin Wanrong had heard the sound of heaven's music. He relaxed instantly and leaned lazily back in his chair.

******Fellow Young Masters, we now receive Paypal donation for bonus chapter. For every cumulative 15$, there will be a bonus chapter. ******

******Donation Status 10/15******

Support us on Patreon for ad-free content and up to 20 additional chapters!