"Tang Wuzui?"
Hearing the name, Shen Lang smiled leisurely, "A pot of turbid wine, half a lifetime of intoxication, willing to give all I have, for a clear and sober breeze."
He looked at the sweet-looking female receptionist, "This name is good, I'll remember it. Wait for me here. When I come out alive later, tell me the number of that stock."
"If you can walk out alive, I will definitely tell you."
Tang Wuzui smiled brightly, then picked up the phone and slowly dialed.
When many people are troubled, they either choose to drink or play with women.
But Yang Ce was different. The more troubled Yang Ce was, the more he stayed away from wine and women.
In Yang Ce's opinion, wine burns the brain, and women confuse the heart.
Compared to drinking and playing with women, he preferred riding horses when he was troubled.
In the horse farm, Yang Ce raised over a hundred horses, all of them extremely valuable breeds.
Among them, Yang Ce's favorite was an Akhal-Teke named "Treading Snow."
This horse was one meter ninety-five tall, with a powerful build and slender limbs. Coupled with its curved and high neck, its perfect body curves were outlined.
And the most beautiful thing was that its body was pure white, without a single stray hair of any other color.
If anyone didn't understand why Dong Zhuo in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" only needed one Red Hare to make Lu Bu kill his adoptive father Ding Yuan and surrender, they would understand after seeing this horse.
A good horse is like a beauty; men cannot refuse the temptation of beauty, nor can they refuse the temptation of a fine horse.
An hour ago, after roaring, Yang Ce walked out of his office and went directly to the horse farm.
After two subordinates cautiously led out the white Akhal-Teke, Yang Ce leaped onto its back. With a gentle pat on the horse's flank, the white Akhal-Teke let out a roar and then galloped with Yang Ce around the farm.
The horse farm of the White Horse Club was surrounded by a racetrack, with a grass field in the center. The racetrack was large, three kilometers per lap.
Yang Ce galloped his horse. After eight laps, the烦闷 in his heart was swept away.
Leave it to fate?
No, my fate is mine to control, not heaven's.
Yang Ce made a decision: he would grasp his destiny in his own hands.
And to firmly grasp his destiny, he had to eliminate all variables that were unfavorable to him.
This variable was the brat who impersonated his son, entered the White Horse Club, and finally rescued Yu Xiao, leaving Kong Zixiong crippled.
Yang Ce dismounted, had the horse led away, and then walked towards a black-clothed man with six fingers holding an iPad, saying, "Six Fingers, did you get the surveillance footage of that brat entering the club?"
"Your Highness, that brat... is not simple."
The black-clothed man with six fingers heard this, his expression somewhat grim, and said, "Since this brat entered the club, he's been in a surveillance blind spot. Although our surveillance captured him leaving, we never got a clear view of his face from beginning to end."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Yang Ce's expression changed.
The surveillance system of the White Horse Club used the same system as the bank, with basically 360-degree coverage and no dead angles. It was impossible for anyone to avoid it.
This brat entered the White Horse Club, knocked out one person, rescued another, and finally crippled another, causing such a huge commotion, yet he didn't even leave a face behind.
Terrifying, too terrifying.
The words of the man with six fingers made Yang Ce even more convinced that the person who would affect his fate in fifteen years was this brat.
"Find him, find him at all costs, dismember him, and torture him to death."
Yang Ce's face turned cold, "This person cannot live, absolutely cannot live."
"Yes—"
The black-clothed man with six fingers had never seen Yang Ce with such intense killing intent and was shocked.
But soon, his shock turned into firm obedience, and he said, "That brat rescued Old Dog Yu's daughter. They must have returned to the Yu family's old cellar. I'll take people there now."
"Go—"
Yang Ce waved his hand, signaling the other party to go.
However, just as the man with six fingers had taken a few steps, Yang Ce's phone rang.
Yang Ce answered the call, hung up after five seconds, and called out to the man with six fingers, "Six Fingers, you don't need to go look for that brat anymore."
"Why?"
The black-clothed man with six fingers asked with confusion.
"Because he's already come on his own."
Yang Ce's face was a mixture of shock and anger as he said faintly.
As soon as he said this, the man with six fingers didn't know what to say.
To dare to come back, just how arrogant was that brat?
"Six Fingers, go, bring him here."
Yang Ce looked at the man with six fingers and said.
"Understood—"
The black-clothed man with six fingers nodded, then turned and left.
However, as he left, he sent a message to his subordinate on his phone.
"You are the brat who turned Kong Zixiong into a cripple?"
The black-clothed man with six fingers arrived at the front desk and saw Shen Lang standing there, asking coldly.
He carefully scanned Shen Lang, finding that Shen Lang was even taller and more robust than in the surveillance footage. If one ignored his pretty face, he looked like a simple brute.
Contempt, a wave of contempt rose in his heart.
"My name is not 'that brat', I have a name, I am Shen Lang."
Hearing the words of the man with six fingers, Shen Lang smiled, "Everyone should learn to call others by their names. If you don't know, you can ask. It's polite."
"For example, I don't know your name either, but I didn't ask you directly if you were Yang Ce's dog, did I?"
Shen Lang's words were already insulting.
However, to Tang Wuzui's surprise, upon hearing this, the black-clothed man with six fingers didn't seem angry at all. Instead, he smiled, and his smile was radiant.
"Very good—"
The black-clothed man with six fingers looked at Shen Lang and said, "I hope your mouth is still this sharp when you are about to die."
After saying that, he didn't give Shen Lang a chance to speak further, and simply turned to leave, "Brat, since you want to die, then follow me. His Highness is waiting for you in the horse farm."
Seeing this, Shen Lang immediately trotted to keep up, as if he was afraid of falling behind.
"This brat..."
Tang Wuzui was speechless, but a trace of anticipation had unknowingly appeared in her heart.
Two minutes later, Shen Lang followed the black-clothed man with six fingers to the horse farm.
As soon as he arrived, Shen Lang saw Yang Ce sitting in a chair, surrounded by over a hundred men in black.
Upon seeing Shen Lang's arrival, these men in black immediately stepped forward and surrounded Shen Lang.
Seeing this, Yang Ce calmly stood up and looked at Shen Lang, who was surrounded, and sneered, "Brat, you are the one who impersonated my son to enter the White Horse Club and then crippled Kong Zixiong?"
Surrounded by hundreds of people, Shen Lang showed no panic on his face and smiled faintly, "Yes, it's me. I'm here, what do you want?"