"Come, tell me loudly, what is one plus one?"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Shen Lang was first stunned, then looked at the other person with a serious expression and said.
"Kid, what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man did not expect Shen Lang to react this way after his words. He was momentarily confused, a look of suspicion on his face.
"Stop the nonsense, tell me what one plus one equals."
Shen Lang grabbed a Tang saber from the side, its edge pointed directly at the middle-aged man's throat, and said, "If you don't answer me, I'll chop you down immediately."
"One plus one, of course, equals two."
Feeling Shen Lang's killing intent, the middle-aged man became a little flustered and quickly said.
"Knowing that one plus one equals two proves you're not crazy."
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang said to the middle-aged man, "Since you're not crazy, why are you talking nonsense?"
"What about defiling your Saintess, what about incurring divine wrath. Damn it, there's not a single thing I understand."
"Behave yourself. Tell me your identity and why you were tracking Yu Xiao and Yu Fei at the villa."
Shen Lang leveled his Tang saber and shouted, "If even one word is a lie, your head will be on the ground in the next second."
"Don't think I'm joking. I, Shen Lang, never joke with people I don't know, let alone you daring to track Yu Xiao and Yu Fei. This has crossed my bottom line."
"Remember, you only have one chance to speak. Think carefully before you say anything."
After speaking, Shen Lang pulled over a chair and sat down, scrutinizing the middle-aged man like an interrogator in an interrogation room.
Faced with Shen Lang's aggressive questioning, the middle-aged man was furious, but feeling the terrifying killing intent emanating from Shen Lang, his anger was instantly suppressed, leaving only the desire to survive.
He had investigated Shen Lang and knew that Shen Lang was by no means a pushover. He had been in Nanling for less than a month, and countless people had been killed or injured under his hands.
Shen Lang cherished his own life and the lives of those around him, but he never cherished the lives of others, especially his enemies.
"Don't kill me, I'll talk."
The middle-aged man finally chose to surrender. He looked at Shen Lang and said, "My name is Ma Yi, and I am from the ancient tribes of the Southwest."
"Ancient tribes of the Southwest?"
Shen Lang heard this and looked at Feng Yijian, wanting to know what kind of tribe this was. However, he saw Feng Yijian shake his head, clearly indicating he didn't know either.
Seeing that Shen Lang and Feng Yijian knew nothing about the ancient tribes, a hint of pride flickered across Ma Yi's face. He said, "The ancient tribes are a branch of the ancient Chi You tribe. Every member of our tribe possesses extremely high intelligence and learning talent."
"Oh, you're from the ancient tribes?"
Shen Lang heard this and smiled.
"Nonsense, of course I'm from the ancient tribes."
Ma Yi was displeased with Shen Lang's doubt and retorted.
"It seems you're just bragging. If the people of the ancient tribes are so amazing, how did you end up in my hands?"
Shen Lang smiled playfully, "Come on, explain to me what you mean by 'extremely high intelligence' and what you mean by 'learning talent'."
"You..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Ma Yi's face turned ashen with anger. He said, "It was this old man beside you who ambushed me, who attacked me unfairly. He didn't fight with honor, otherwise, how could I have been captured by him?"
"If you don't believe me, let him release me now, and I'll fight him fair and square. I guarantee he'll know what the strength of an ancient tribesman is."
Faced with Ma Yi's defiance and provocation, Shen Lang smiled and looked at Ma Yi, "Ma Yi, would you dare to release him and accept his challenge?"
"Of course not."
Feng Yijian heard this and shook his head.
"Haha, see? I was right. He's afraid of my strength, which is why he chose to ambush me."
Seeing Feng Yijian's reaction, Ma Yi laughed and said to Shen Lang.
However, as soon as Ma Yi finished speaking, he saw Feng Yijian pick up a long, thick chain and wrap it around him, then lock it.
Before, Ma Yi could still move. Now, he was tied up like a zongzi, unable to move at all.
"Old man, what are you doing?"
Ma Yi asked Feng Yijian with confusion.
"Of course, it's to guard against you."
Feng Yijian said solemnly, "You just made yourself sound so powerful. What if you broke free from the chains and accidentally killed me? Wouldn't I have died in vain? So, I'm adding an extra chain for insurance."
"You..."
Ma Yi didn't expect Feng Yijian to be so shameless. He was so angry he almost exploded.
"No, I don't think adding one chain is enough. I'm preparing to get you a pair of shackles to cuff your feet as well."
Feng Yijian examined him and actually went to find shackles and cuffed Ma Yi's feet.
At this point, Ma Yi was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that there was such a shameless old man in the world.
Human hearts are not as they used to be, and the world is in decline.
"Alright, stop wasting time. Tell me who this 'Saintess' you mentioned is, and how I defiled her."
The few girls around Shen Lang were all of pure background and would not possibly be related to the Saintess Ma Yi mentioned.
As for other girls, Shen Lang himself had not been a playboy, so there were none.
If it weren't for Ma Yi's seemingly normal thinking, Shen Lang would have treated him as a lunatic.
"You are not privy to the identity of our Saintess. You only need to remember that defiling our Saintess is like incurring divine wrath. Even if I cannot kill you, heaven will destroy you."
Ma Yi was furious and said, "I've said all I can say. Now, kill me."
"Idiot—"
After Ma Yi finished his explanation, Shen Lang unceremoniously cursed, then turned to leave.
"Mr. Shen, why aren't you continuing to question him about the identity of the Saintess?"
Seeing Shen Lang about to leave, Feng Yijian asked with confusion.
"He's a stubborn fool. Continuing to question him will yield the same result. He won't say anything."
Shen Lang looked at Feng Yijian and had an idea. "Find an opportunity to let him escape. He will definitely go to this so-called Saintess. You follow him silently, and then you'll know everything."
"Understood—"
Feng Yijian heard this and smiled, "You're still so cunning. Ma Yi is truly unlucky to have encountered you."
Soon, Shen Lang and Feng Yijian walked out of the basement and onto the golf course of Baima Clubhouse. Yang Ce, having already received news of Shen Lang's arrival, also arrived limping with a crutch as soon as Shen Lang did.
"Brother Ce, you can even walk with a crutch now. It looks like you're recovering well."
Shen Lang looked at Yang Ce and smiled.
"Haha, it's alright. I'm used to being injured after all."
Yang Ce looked at Shen Lang, appearing very pleased. "I heard from Mr. Tang that you went to Shu and caused quite a stir in the Tang sect. You even got engaged to Tang Jiutian's daughter. That's truly remarkable."
"Brother Ce, you flatter me."
Shen Lang modestly replied. He then asked, "Where is Yang Junlin? Why isn't he with you? I need to check his memorization of medical texts."
Yang Ce was stunned for a moment and then asked Ah Xiu, who was beside him, "Where did that kid go?"
Ah Xiu replied, "He said he spent all night memorizing 'Huangdi Neijing' and arranged to have tea with some friends this morning."
Hearing this, Yang Ce breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he hadn't caused any trouble.
However, in the next second, an subordinate from Baima Clubhouse rushed up to Yang Ce with a look of panic and said, "Your Highness, Young Master Yang has been carried back by a group of strange men and women. He's seriously injured and vomiting blood. His life is uncertain."