Chapter 1328: Chapter 1327: Mo Yinhe Enters the Battle 2
Ye Xingguang sat confidently: "No worries, if we lose, I’ll take my son to the hospital myself and won’t hold it against you. Of course, just like you said, there’s no holding back in the competition. If my son can’t control his strength and someone loses an arm or a leg, don’t think of blaming him. It’s best for everyone to sign a life-and-death contract before the competition."
Once Ye Xingguang said this, everyone looked intrigued. If a life-and-death contract was signed, then what was there to worry about?
"The Family Head is wise. He set the rule that life and death are determined by fate in a competition, and wealth is destined. Everyone participating must sign
the life-and-death contract first. The four of you, please!"
Little Mo Yinhe strutted arrogantly, first to grab the pen and with a flourish of his small hand, signed his name on the life-and-death contract, the handwriting as stylish and imposing as could be.
The three young talents from the Wang family, upon seeing Mo Yinhe’s writing, hesitated to pick up the pen, fearing their handwriting wouldn’t match up to a five-year-old’s—how embarrassing!
Seeing his son swaggering confidently, Ye Xingguang turned to ask Ye Junqing, "Am I being too harsh? What if Yinhe can’t win?"
"My son and yours, could they differ?"
Ye Xingguang covered her face with her hand: "Husband, let’s be a bit humble."
Ye Junqing never even knew how to write the word humility: "Don’t worry, Yinhe never fights a battle I haven’t prepared for."
However, Xia Ye Zhao couldn’t help but furrow his brows, stepping forward to advise, "You two don’t fool around. Yinhe is so young, and you want him to sign a life-and-death contract? If he gets hurt, he’s still your own son."
Ye Xingguang also thought she might be harsh, but she proactively suggested the life-and-death contract, indeed fearing little Yinhe would lose control in a fit of temper and injure someone, leading them to seek retribution.
For some reason, she instinctively had immense confidence in her son, because he never disappointed her.
In Ye Xingguang’s eyes, her son’s abilities were unfathomable and had not yet been fully explored.
"Brother, don’t worry, Yinhe can do it. Don’t forget, he’s the richest man in the Undersea Empire. He’s no ordinary five-year-old. Even when he comes to the land, he manages the Undersea Yinhe Group in perfect order, better than my husband! And Yinhe is infamous under the seas, capable of storming a city without batting an eye. Before my coronation, the lords didn’t submit to me, and Yinhe pulled out a gun and directly shot the troublemaking lord—cold and ruthless, Yinhe is truly formidable."
Ye Junqing glanced over, and Ye Xingguang promptly corrected herself: "No, no, he’s as formidable as my husband."
Ye Junqing’s expression softened; that was more like it.
In the martial arts arena, the first young talent to face off against Mo Yinhe not only looked dignified but was also highly skilled in martial arts, renowned both domestically and abroad. His name was Wang Jian, and as soon as he took the stage, several young girls from the Wang family cheered for him more enthusiastically than a cheerleading squad, showcasing his popularity in the family.
Wang Jian was leagues above the previous young competitors, having true skills and abilities. He’d grown self-assured and proud from a young age, finding it almost insulting to be pitted against a five-year-old child, but with everyone watching, there was no choice.
Wang Jian said, "Don’t worry, I won’t bully a child. I’ll let you make the first three moves."