"Heh heh...!"
Just then, a series of strange laughter echoed from behind, breaking the tense stalemate between Wan Yunting and Che Taimin.
Under the support of Sima Xuanyu, accompanied by Zhu Yangyu, Wei Ping, and the two assassins Duan Feilong and Lin Yidao, Sima Boyong, dressed in a black Tang suit, strode forward. Despite his short stature, his presence was immensely powerful. His small, triangular eyes, upon seeing Wan Yunting, flashed with a sharp glint. A sinister smile playing on his lips, he approached and chuckled, "Wan Yunting, didn't expect us to meet here!"
Wan Yunting turned his head, his narrowed eyes casting a sideways glance at Sima Boyong and his entourage. He particularly noticed Duan Feilong and Lin Yidao. Having already suspected their connection to Sima Boyong, he wasn't overly surprised and replied with a smile, "Uncle-Master Boyong, how have you been since our last meeting in the capital?"
Sima Boyong walked over and, supported by Sima Xuanyu, sat on a sofa opposite Wan Yunting. He chuckled, "Thanks to you, this old frame can still hold on for another ten or eight years."
"Is that so?"
Wan Yunting's smile was disingenuous. His eyes playfully appraised Sima Boyong as he said, "But I have a feeling you won't see the night through, Uncle-Master!"
"Wan Yunting, shut your foul mouth!"
Sima Xuanyu was enraged by his words and berated Wan Yunting, pointing an accusing finger.
Wan Yunting shrugged, meeting Sima Xuanyu's provocative gaze with a playful glint in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
Sima Boyong, unbothered by Wan Yunting's verbal sparring, waved a hand at his grandson. His sinister triangular eyes fixed on Wan Yunting, he said with a smile, "Wan Yunting, I truly didn't expect you to dare to come tonight. Just like your master, you rush headlong into a trap, knowing it's a trap. I don't know whether to call you foolish or courageous!"
"Perhaps not?"
Wan Yunting appeared relaxed and composed, crossing his legs and looking at Sima Boyong, then glancing at Che Taimin seated beside him. He smiled, "Are the two of you so confident you can make me surrender meekly?"
Sima Xuanyu's sharp eyes bore into Wan Yunting, sneering, "Wan Yunting, don't think your men outside can break in here!"
At that moment, Zhu Yangyu, Duan Feilong, and Lin Yidao standing behind Sima Boyong, as well as Zhao Minpu, the Right Envoy, and his several expert subordinates standing behind Che Taimin, were all poised and ready, awaiting orders.
"Heh heh..."
Wan Yunting habitually touched his nose and chuckled, nodding, "I admit, my men outside are no match for your forces. However, I came tonight simply to understand what you two want from me."
With that, Wan Yunting's gaze fell on Sima Boyong, and he smiled, "Could it be the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?"
"That's right."
At this point, Sima Boyong saw no reason to conceal anything from Wan Yunting any longer.
He was confident that Wan Yunting wouldn't escape his grasp tonight, so there was no need for further secrecy. He nodded and smiled, "My intention in scheming against your master, my senior brother, all those years ago was precisely for the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate!"
Wan Yunting nodded. He had already suspected this. Otherwise, Sima Boyong wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have Chen Qiuyun deliberately approach him, attempting to steal the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate. However, Che Taimin's involvement had left him uncertain.
Seeing Sima Boyong admit it now, Wan Yunting understood. He looked at Sima Boyong and Che Taimin and smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, it's your True Eye Divine Cult's main deity who desires the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, isn't it?"
Sima Boyong and Che Taimin exchanged glances, then both turned to look at Wan Yunting. Sima Boyong nodded and smiled, "I must say, you are very intelligent."
Wan Yunting smiled and then inquired, "I'm curious, why does your main deity insist on the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?"
Sima Boyong took a sip of tea from the cup handed to him by Sima Xuanyu, then looked up at Wan Yunting and smiled, "Since you know, I might as well tell you. Because the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate are themselves a set of divine needle techniques of our True Eye Divine Cult!"
Upon hearing this, Wan Yunting's expression froze. This news completely overturned his understanding!
"It seems you don't believe me."
Sima Boyong saw the shock on Wan Yunting's face and smiled, "Let me tell you another piece of information. In fact, our Daoist Uncle Ren Daozi was originally a member of the True Eye Divine Cult..."
"Impossible!"
Wan Yunting retorted, looking at Sima Boyong in disbelief.
However, Sima Boyong waved a hand at him and said, "Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth. Daoist Uncle Ren Daozi betrayed the True Eye Divine Cult back then, concealed his whereabouts, and hid in the Wuliang Daoist Temple, masking his identity as a member of the True Eye Divine Cult!"
"When New China was established, the True Eye Divine Cult could no longer operate in China and eventually chose to leave and relocate to South Korea. Therefore, no one knew that Daoist Uncle Ren Daozi was a member of the True Eye Divine Cult!"
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow, looking at Sima Boyong with great surprise, unsure if what he said was true. He asked, "Then how do you know?"
Sima Boyong looked at Wan Yunting and smiled, "Do you really think I entered the Wuliang Daoist Temple back then for any other reason? My purpose was for Master Ren Daozi!"
This statement caused a drastic change in Wan Yunting's expression. He looked at Sima Boyong in disbelief, "So, you were already a member of the True Eye Divine Cult before joining the Wuliang Daoist Temple?"
"That's right."
Sima Boyong nodded and smiled, "Now, as the Left Leader of the True Eye Divine Cult, I have been secretly developing our influence in China. It's a pity that the crackdown in China has been too severe, making it impossible to develop the True Eye Divine Cult. However, my purpose in infiltrating the Wuliang Daoist Temple to approach Daoist Uncle Ren Daozi was for the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate!"
"What I didn't expect was that Daoist Uncle Ren Daozi would actually pass on the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate to your master, my good senior brother Gongsun Xiuliang!"
Hearing this, Wan Yunting's brow furrowed. This news caused him immense shock. As if realizing something, he fixed a sharp gaze on Sima Boyong and asked, "So, back then, did my master Gongsun Xiuliang also know that Ren Daozi was a member of the True Eye Divine Cult?"
Sima Boyong nodded, his triangular eyes revealing a sinister glint. His aged face became serious, and he stated, "Of course. Because the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate were originally our True Eye Divine Cult's divine needle technique. This technique can unlock the body's profound mysteries, open the heavenly eye, and achieve supreme divine power!"
Wan Yunting's expression was stunned. He found these revelations hard to believe and incredibly shocking. If Sima Boyong was telling the truth, then wasn't his master, Gongsun Xiuliang, also a member of the True Eye Divine Cult?
And the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, if it was indeed the True Eye Divine Cult's supreme divine needle technique, then it was definitely at the level of a main deity!
This meant that Ren Daozi might very well have been the leader of the True Eye Divine Cult back then!
But why did he betray the True Eye Divine Cult and go to the Wuliang Daoist Temple under an assumed name?
Even Sima Boyong didn't know the intricacies of this matter, and perhaps even the deceased Gongsun Xiuliang didn't either.
But why didn't his master, Gongsun Xiuliang, tell him about this?
Wan Yunting couldn't quite understand. Perhaps his master didn't want him to be involved in this matter. Or perhaps his master never imagined that the True Eye Divine Cult would take root in South Korea and grow to such a formidable extent.
Seeing Wan Yunting's dazed expression, Sima Boyong smiled and said, "Wan Yunting, now that we've discussed this, you should understand that what I want is the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate."
"So, as long as you give me the incantation for the final needle of the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, I will let you leave here safely and forget all past grievances. What do you say?"
Wan Yunting, regaining his senses, looked at Sima Boyong. His sharp eyes narrowed, and he said, "Your True Eye Divine Cult is an evil cult. It cannot flourish in China, but in foreign lands, you are capable of any wicked deed!"
"If I truly give you the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, and your so-called main deity masters that divine skill, then I would be helping him and harming the world!"
This statement caused Sima Boyong's triangular eyes to narrow. He stared intently at Wan Yunting, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile as he said, "So, you are absolutely refusing to hand over the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate and are willing to sacrifice the lives of all of you?"
Wan Yunting smiled, looking at Sima Boyong and Che Taimin. "It's too early to say anything definitive. I still value my own life dearly, so I won't throw it away in vain!"
This remark caused Sima Boyong's triangular eyes to narrow. Che Taimin, sitting beside him with his legs crossed and smoking a cigar, cast a sinister sideways glance at Wan Yunting. He then took out his phone, handed it to Wan Yunting, and opened a video, holding it up for Sima Boyong to see...
In the video, a woman in a professional OL suit was getting into her car in a company's underground parking lot. Sima Boyong immediately recognized her as his illegitimate daughter with Jun Xuan Shitai, Sima Xianglan!
Upon seeing the video, Sima Xuanyu's expression changed instantly. His eyes glared angrily at Wan Yunting. Even Sima Boyong's aged face darkened, his triangular eyes fixing on Wan Yunting with a ferocious glint as he coldly asked, "How do you know about her?"
Wan Yunting handed the phone back to Jiang Wenhao and smiled, "Naturally, Jun Xuan Shitai told me!"
Sima Boyong's face turned grim. His triangular eyes coldly fixed on Wan Yunting, and he nodded, "It seems you came tonight well-prepared!"
"Naturally."
Wan Yunting's lips curved into a slight smile. "To deal with an old fox like you, Uncle-Master, how could I dare to face you without a backup plan?"
"Oh, and Mr. Che, I've also prepared a gift for our collaboration!"
Immediately, Wan Yunting gestured to Jiang Wenhao, who also opened his phone and found a video, holding it up for Che Taimin to see. The video showed a scene at a dock, with mountains of stacked containers...
Simultaneously, some armed individuals were escorting women being trafficked abroad out of those containers. The footage was very clear, showing the fear and unease on the faces of the trafficked women, making it vividly apparent to Che Taimin and his son Che Xiuxian, causing their expressions to change.
At that moment, Che Taimin's gaze towards Wan Yunting and Jiang Wenhao shifted. He said coldly, "You have some skills!"
"And this."
As he spoke, Jiang Wenhao pulled up a set of stock fluctuation data and showed it to Che Taimin and his son, smiling, "Your Doushan Group's stock market has countless loopholes. With just a little manipulation from me, I can cause your Doushan Group to fall out of the top three chaebols!"
"You dare...!"
Che Xiuxian, filled with rage, pointed at Jiang Wenhao. He hadn't expected him to have prepared such a move.
"What is there to not dare?"
Wan Yunting's face was adorned with a mischievous, sinister smile as he looked at Che Taimin and his son, Che Xiuxian. He chuckled, "You want our lives now, so we might as well go down together. It's worth it to take both of you Left Leaders of the True Eye Divine Cult with us."
"Of course, I believe a mere illegitimate daughter isn't worth Uncle-Master Boyong stopping his pursuit. However, my main objective tonight is to cooperate with Mr. Che!"
These words made Sima Boyong's aged face even more unsightly. His triangular eyes were filled with a sinister fury as he stared intently at Wan Yunting, realizing that this brat had made preparations behind his back, effectively holding him and Che Taimin captive.