Upon receiving a call from "Bing," Shen Lang remembered he had promised to treat a patient for her. However, after his wedding, he had been so distraught that he turned off his phone, only switching it back on now.
Shen Lang checked the time and realized he was more than ten days past the appointment. He understood why "Bing's" tone was laced with displeasure.
"My apologies. Where is the patient? I'll come over now."
Shen Lang didn't offer an explanation to "Bing," knowing that with her intelligence network, she was likely already aware of his situation.
"Shen Lang, the location is White Horse Club. I'll send you a phone number. Once you arrive, contact that number," "Bing" said calmly. "Shen Lang, this friend is very important to me. I hope you can do me a favor this time, okay?"
"Of course. Treating a patient is not difficult for me. I'll head to the White Horse Club now and help you resolve this worry."
Although Shen Lang and "Bing" had never met, they could be considered friends. Moreover, "Bing" had helped Shen Lang numerous times before. Therefore, Shen Lang naturally couldn't stand her up again.
"Thank you—"
Hearing Shen Lang's promise, "Bing" visibly relaxed. "Since you're helping me with this, if you encounter trouble in the future, I will, as always, help you resolve it immediately."
"Alright—"
Shen Lang replied plainly, hung up the phone, and then drove towards the White Horse Club.
Shen Lang arrived at the White Horse Club at one in the afternoon. Since the club was quiet during the day, he found Tang Wuzui at the reception desk, holding a tablet and watching stocks.
"Tang Wuzui, you're trading stocks during work hours. This is serious slacking and slacking off. Your salary will be docked." Shen Lang lightly tapped Tang Wuzui on the head and said.
"Can my salary not be docked?" Tang Wuzui asked without looking up.
"It can be spared from docking if you offer your beauty and serve this young master well. Not only will your salary not be docked, but it will also be doubled." Shen Lang smiled. "What do you think of this proposal?"
"Go eat shit." Hearing Shen Lang's words, Tang Wuzui put down her iPad and swore in her hometown dialect. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who sells her beauty? Would I sell my beauty for a double salary increase? Get lost, I'm not that kind of person." She then said seriously, "To make me sell my beauty, the minimum would be ten times the offer."
"Tang Wuzui, you bastard." Hearing Tang Wuzui's serious, nonsensical statement, Shen Lang almost spat out the wine he had just drunk. The more he knew this woman, the more he realized she was unlike any other woman.
"Alright, enough about me. Let's talk about you." Tang Wuzui's expression suddenly turned serious. "I heard you got married, and the bride left during the ceremony, almost leaving you in an embarrassing situation. You eventually had to find Wang Yuyan to prevent the wedding from becoming a farce. How are you feeling now?"
"Hmph, serves you right. You didn't even invite me to your wedding. I even helped you make so much money. What a heartless bastard." When Tang Wuzui left Longdu, Master Mingyue told her that she would meet the person she would spend her life with in Nanling. Later, Tang Wuzui met Shen Lang and was convinced he was that person. However, what had happened now made Tang Wuzui uncertain. If Shen Lang was truly her destined person, why was he suddenly marrying Wang Yuyan? It seemed fate was a truly peculiar thing; even masters occasionally miscalculated. "No, that's not right," Tang Wuzui chided herself. Master Mingyue was an aloof master, half-immortal, and what he said would not be wrong.
"Tang Wuzui, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Tang Wuzui fall silent with her eyes darting around, Shen Lang asked, "Don't tell me you're plotting against me?"
"Of course not. What could I possibly plot against you?" Tang Wuzui flatly denied. "Shen Lang, you don't have as much money as I do, and you're married. Would I even fancy you?"
"Hard to say—" Shen Lang laughed. "Many people in this world have peculiar tastes. Who knows, maybe you're the female version of Cao Cao and only like married men."
"A dog's mouth can't spew ivory." Tang Wuzui said, "The person I, Tang Wuzui, love must be someone who can make the entire sky clear, someone brilliant, and someone who excels in both literary and martial arts."
"Aren't you describing me?" Hearing Tang Wuzui's words, Shen Lang's eyes widened. "Looking at Nanling, or even the entire Long Kingdom, I am the strongest among the younger generation. It seems you're indirectly confessing your feelings."
"Tang Wuzui, I'm telling you, I have a wife. We're not suitable, so you should extinguish the flame in your heart in time."
"Get lost—" Upon hearing this, Tang Wuzui threw her iPad at Shen Lang. Seeing this, Shen Lang grabbed the iPad, placed it back in front of Tang Wuzui, and quickly ran into the White Horse Club.
After entering the White Horse Club, Shen Lang went directly to the golf course. For some reason, he enjoyed the green turf of the course. Finding a spot to sit, he let out a breath and opened his WeChat. He saw the phone number "Bing" had sent and dialed it. The area code of the number was not from Long Country, but from England. As soon as Shen Lang made the call, a cold voice answered, "You are Shen Lang, right?"
"Oh, it seems 'Bing' has told you about me. In that case, it saves a lot of trouble. I've already arrived at the White Horse Club. Which room are you in? I'll come find you now." Shen Lang stretched lazily, yawned, and said, "I'm a person who values efficiency. Let's resolve this quickly and not waste each other's time."
"Shen Lang, it seems 'Bing' was right. You really are a scoundrel. Come to the 8888 Presidential Suite now." The voice on the other end was ice-cold, devoid of any warmth. After finishing, the call ended abruptly.
"As expected, anyone connected to 'Bing' is not normal. Oh well, let's see who this 'divine being' really is." Shen Lang muttered to himself, then put his phone back in his pocket. Five minutes later, he arrived on the eighth floor.
However, when Shen Lang reached the door of the 8888 Presidential Suite, he saw more than a dozen men in black divided into two rows, exuding an aura of murderous intent. As Shen Lang appeared, a burly man with a bald head and sunglasses walked up and sneered, "You're Shen Lang, right?"
"Yes, I am." To be honest, Shen Lang detested the man's condescending attitude, but for "Bing's" sake, he endured it. However, in the next second, the man in sunglasses waved his hand and instructed two subordinates, "Search him thoroughly. Only let him in after you're sure there's nothing."