After dinner, Lu Xiaodie and Li Shuyun continued their practice in the living room on the second basement floor.
Wan Yunting did not bother with them. He drove out, called Meng Hu, and then met at an intersection outside the city. Meng Hu and the others led the way as they drove towards the suburbs, soon arriving at a remote, long-abandoned small factory. It had been converted into a training base where Tian Lang trained his subordinates.
"How is it going?"
Wan Yunting stood on the indoor training ground of the base, watching the less than a hundred people training and sweating. Tian Lang, acting as an instructor, wore a black tight-fitting T-shirt, black pants, and military boots. The subordinates were similarly dressed. The publicly announced cover story was a bodyguard training camp, and Meng Hu had even registered a bodyguard company.
This was mainly a disguise. After all, having Tian Lang train a hundred-strong team capable of operating at a killer's level would pose a threat to society and others, which the authorities would not permit.
"It's just started, and over twenty people have already quit."
Tian Lang, who went by the alias Tie Niu, was a devilish instructor. Looking at the less than a hundred subordinates present, his brutal training methods had already scared off more than twenty.
"Boss Wan, I've recruited another batch of people, and they'll be joining us soon," Meng Hu said.
"Mm."
Wan Yunting nodded and continued to patrol the training ground with Tie Niu. He was willing to provide whatever Tie Niu needed, as long as he could train an iron-clad team.
Meanwhile, Cui Hua and Mei Ying had been secretly protecting Gu Luotang during this time, occasionally helping Tie Niu and Tian Lang train the group on the training grounds…
"Tie Niu, do you know why you can't defeat me?"
Wan Yunting sat in an office, drinking tea and smiling at Tian Lang.
Meng Hu and the others were also sitting nearby. Tian Lang said, "I know your Chinese kung fu is very good!"
Wan Yunting put down his teacup, lit a cigarette, and took a puff. "With your skills, you are indeed a top-tier expert. However, for someone like me who practices internal martial arts, no matter how formidable your external martial arts are, you won't be able to withstand a single strike from me!"
Tian Lang raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze fixed on Wan Yunting. For some reason, he felt Wan Yunting was stronger than before, especially the aura flowing from him, which made Tian Lang feel a sense of pressure.
"You must have studied internal cultivation methods, right?" Wan Yunting asked with a smile.
Tian Lang nodded. "In our former assassin organization, we had Chinese instructors who taught us internal martial arts. I've learned some."
Wan Yunting nodded. Although Tian Lang was not among the world's top assassins, he was still a first-class expert. His external martial arts could be considered top-notch. If his current level were to be categorized, it would be in the late stage of Huajin in martial arts.
Assassins are different from those who practice traditional martial arts now. Assassins focus on a single fatal blow, without unnecessary theatrics.
If Tian Lang were to have a sparring match with Lu Xiaodie, without the support of strong internal energy, he could still defeat Lu Xiaodie, a late-stage Huajin expert who practiced traditional martial arts.
This is the difference of an assassin.
"Here, this is a set of internal cultivation methods. You and Cui Hua can learn it."
Wan Yunting immediately handed Tian Lang a handwritten book of internal martial arts. Tian Lang opened it and saw that Wan Yunting had meticulously illustrated and written down the incantations for internal cultivation, making it clear and easy to understand how to practice.
"Thank you."
Tian Lang was touched and accepted it gratefully, saying his thanks.
Wan Yunting stood up, waved his hand, and smiled, "Tell me if you need anything. I'm leaving."
Tian Lang stood up and watched him and Meng Hu leave. Then, he sat down and carefully studied the cultivation method in his hands…
By the time Wan Yunting and Meng Hu drove back to the city, it was already past ten in the evening.
Meng Hu mentioned that Ling Wei had something to discuss with him. Coincidentally, Jin Xiuwen had also invited him for a drink. So, they arranged to meet at Ling Wei's club.
"Here."
Jin Xiuwen and Xue Jianchao, along with He Chengping and the others, had arrived earlier. Upon seeing Wan Yunting's silver sedan slowly parking behind Meng Hu's Land Rover at the club's entrance, he got out, smiled, and greeted Jin Xiuwen and the others. They then went directly to the third-floor bar. Meng Hu said, "Manager Ling is still at the company and will be here shortly."
Wan Yunting nodded and sat on the bar stool with Jin Xiuwen and the others, drinking. Jin Xiuwen also chatted about the recent affairs of Yan Ting Beauty Company. Since its product launch, with the growing reputation, sales had been increasingly strong, even surpassing many domestic beauty brands and becoming a dark horse in the current beauty market.
Product sales were still steadily rising, mainly due to the excellent product quality which had earned positive customer reviews…
"Heh heh, if I hadn't asked Meng Hu to remind you, would you have forgotten about me?"
With a charming yet slightly resentful voice, Ling Wei appeared, escorted by Kuang Long and Han Duoer. She wore a wine-red evening gown, her dark red curly hair cascading alluringly over her shoulders and back. A pink fur coat was draped over her upper body. The buttons of the evening gown were high, revealing a heart-shaped neckline, exposing a deep cleavage that formed a captivating abyss, making one’s heart flutter and become lost in its charm…
With exquisite makeup, having just attended a party, Ling Wei exuded an aura of maturity and sensuality. Her captivating, foxy eyes, coupled with her high heels, made her walk towards Wan Yunting with alluring grace, displaying a charming smile meant only for him, mesmerizing and envying Jin Xiuwen and Xue Jianchao…
After all, who didn't know that Huadu City had two goddesses? One was Ling Wei, known for her mature and sensual charm, and the other was Fang Yanxi, known as the cold goddess.
As it turned out, one was Wan Yunting's girlfriend, and the other was his confidante. Who wouldn't envy this?
"I wouldn't dare."
Seeing Ling Wei gracefully sitting beside him with her jade-like hand on his shoulder, Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Let me see your wrist so I can take your pulse."
"I'm already better."
Saying this, Ling Wei still extended her delicate hand to him. Wan Yunting held it and carefully took her pulse. He then nodded, released her hand, and smiled, "But you still can't drink alcohol. Give her a drink."
"You're annoying."
Ling Wei gave him a flirtatious glance and could only accept the drink, taking a sip. She then leaned closer, placing her delicate hand on Wan Yunting's shoulder, resting her chin on the back of her hand. Her foxy eyes gazed at Wan Yunting's right cheek and she asked with a smile, "Did you break up with Fang Yanxi?"
Wan Yunting was startled. He turned his head to look at the approaching Ling Wei. She was truly a vixen to guess something like that. However, he naturally wouldn't admit it. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I break up with Yanxi?"
"Oh, really?"
Ling Wei raised her chin and sat up straight, smiling faintly. "What a shame. I was hoping to take advantage of the situation."
Her words made Wan Yunting chuckle. Jin Xiuwen and He Chengping, sitting beside them, exchanged glances. Looking at Ling Wei's foxy eyes and seductive smile directed solely at Wan Yunting, the three of them felt envious.
They played at Ling Wei's club until midnight. He Chengping and Xue Jianchao, who had girlfriends, knew better than to stay out late and quickly said their goodbyes before calling a designated driver to take them home. Only Jin Xiuwen, the single dog, went downstairs with Wan Yunting, sighing, "Qiu Yue has returned to Shanghai City. This time, I'm completely out of luck."
Wan Yunting, smoking a cigarette, and Jin Xiuwen stood on the roadside by the club entrance. Seeing Jin Xiuwen looking dejected and drunk, Wan Yunting couldn't help but laugh. "Why don't you try going to Shanghai City again?"
"Forget it, she only has eyes for you."
Jin Xiuwen waved his hand, saying dejectedly.
Wan Yunting rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Your pick-up skills are not good, and now you're blaming me."
Seeing the designated driver arrive, Jin Xiuwen waved goodbye. "No more talk. There are plenty of women in the world. Why should I hang myself on one tree? From now on, I, Old Jin, will transform into an unrestrained wanderer and woo all the women in the world…"
"Get lost."
Wan Yunting gently kicked the guy into the back seat. The driver smiled and nodded at Wan Yunting before closing the door and driving away.
Wan Yunting finished his cigarette, threw away the butt, turned his head, and tilted it upwards towards a third-floor window, smiling. He then got into his car, driven home by one of his subordinates…
Standing by the office window, watching Wan Yunting's car drive away below, Ling Wei's gaze was filled with a sense of loss and desolation, as if she couldn't understand why she couldn't win this man's heart…