Peace Talks

"Hmm, then why haven't you brought the person here to see me?!"

Li Zong's eyes widened. He wasn't a detective; he didn't need evidence to arrest someone. Forget 80%, even if there was only a 1% possibility, he would still bring the person in for torture and interrogation, not letting go of any chance to find the murderer!

"Yes, yes! I'll arrange for someone to go immediately!"

The middle-aged man quickly ran out.

Only then did Li Zong close his eyes, a fierce look flashing across his face.

"You killed my son. No matter who you are, I want your whole family to be buried with him!"

Just then, his phone rang.

Li Zong frowned. At his level, he wouldn't receive a direct call like this even once a week.

But one came the day after Li Mingyuan died, which made him think.

He answered the phone, and a somewhat familiar voice came through.

"Hello, is this President Li?"

Li Zong's brows relaxed.

"Young Master Wang, the esteemed disciple of Dragon Gate Master. What's the matter with Dragon Gate Master recently that he's asking you to call this old man?"

The person on the other end was Wang Gengyuan, the son of the influential Wang family in Mingguang City. To be honest, although the other party had some weight in Mingguang City, Li Zong didn't really care about him.

Only his second identity made Li Zong wary.

Dragon Yuanzheng's second disciple!

At first, Li Zong thought it was some trivial matter. After all, Dragon Yuanzheng was once a big figure, but he had been out of the world for a long time, and there was no conflict of interest between them.

The two sides only occasionally sent people to inquire about each other and sent small gifts during holidays, just to maintain appearances.

But as he listened, the veins on his neck suddenly bulged, and the teacup in his hand was crushed.

His eyes widened, and finally, he squeezed out words from between his teeth.

"Please tell Dragon Gate Master that I will be waiting for his esteemed presence at Wind and Cloud Manor tomorrow night at eight o'clock."

As he said this, there was a crack, and the phone was actually crushed by Li Zong.

Then Li Zong threw the phone, which had turned into a lump of scrap metal and was sparking with electricity, onto the ground and roared.

"Someone!"

A subordinate waiting in the hall quickly ran over, startled by the enraged Li Zong, and quickly bowed and knelt on one knee.

"President, your orders."

"Call Mingsheng and Minggui over for me!"

The subordinate was stunned. Li Mingsheng and Li Minggui were Li Zong's eldest and second sons, respectively managing the Death Fighting Competition and some dark businesses like gambling and drugs in two surrounding cities. They rarely left.

"Do you want both of them called over?"

"Do you want me to repeat myself?!"

Seeing Li Zong's wide, angry eyes, the subordinate shivered and quickly retreated.

"Yes, yes!"

"Wait."

Li Zong was silent for a moment, suppressing his anger, and said.

"Have Yue Shan come back. Tell him not to arrest the person for now."

At night, Li Minggui and Li Mingsheng successively entered the villa.

Although they were brothers, they were very distinguishable.

The elder brother, Li Mingsheng, was 1.9 meters tall, muscular, with a wolf's back and a wasp's waist, looking fierce. Even the suit he was wearing was bulging with muscles, giving him a sense of ferocity.

The second brother, Li Minggui, had sharp eyes, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and was dressed in a well-fitting white suit, his clothes neat, making him seem calculating.

The two came to the main hall, where the lights were dim, and only one person was sitting.

A middle-aged man, about fifty or sixty years old, wearing white gloves and with a scar on his face.

"Father."

"Father."

Li Zong turned around, expressionless.

"You both know about the matter."

"We know."

Li Zong snorted coldly, his face showing anger.

"Your brother was killed, his body not yet cold, and Dragon Yuanzheng is actually shielding the murderer and questioning me!"

"If I don't avenge this, what face do I, Li Zong, have to stand in Nanjiang Province?!"

Li Minggui pushed up his glasses and frowned.

"But Father, that's Long Yuanzheng after all, a master who has stepped into that realm."

"What about that realm? Am I, your father, not someone in that realm?!"

Li Zong roared, and Li Minggui didn't speak.

Li Zong took a deep breath, calming his emotions.

"I'm a self-taught martial artist. I fought too fiercely in my early years and have too many hidden injuries. Although I was lucky enough to break through, my strength is too damaged. I might not be a match for Long Yuanzheng, who comes from a martial arts background and focuses solely on cultivation."

"But I'm also half a transcendent. Long Yuanzheng wants to bully me by being slightly stronger than me in terms of strength, and I will never agree to that!"

Li Mingsheng also stepped forward at this time and said.

"Father is right. If the Southern Saint Sect were still around, Long Yuanzheng would be considered someone. But now the Southern Saint Sect is a scattered mess, and Long Yuanzheng has been hiding like a reclusive turtle for so many years. In terms of power, how can he compare to our Death Fist Society!"

"As long as you give the word, Father, I'll take a group of people to Mingguang City tonight and destroy his Dragon Gate Martial Hall!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene instantly fell silent.

After a long silence, Li Zong coughed twice.

"That's not what I meant."

Li Mingsheng asked in confusion, "Then what do you mean, Father?"

Li Zong coughed even harder.

His eldest son inherited his martial arts talent, but his brain was a bit slow. To put it nicely, he was single-minded and very straightforward.

If he really intended to deal with Long Yuanzheng, why would he discuss it? He would have directly gathered his men. Why would he be here discussing it with his two sons?

"Mingsheng, you are not in that realm, so you don't know how powerful that realm is."

"Although Long Yuanzheng doesn't have much power now, if you provoke him, he alone can fight us to the death."

Seeing that Li Mingsheng was still a bit confused, Li Zong directly pointed out.

"The most crucial thing is that this matter itself has nothing to do with Long Yuanzheng. I don't want Long Yuanzheng's life. What I want is the life of that little bastard named Su Ti."

Although Li Zong was angry, he wasn't blinded by hatred. He was still clear about who the main culprit was. Long Yuanzheng was at most a protective umbrella. He didn't want to fight Long Yuanzheng to the death over Su Ti's matter; that would be too foolish.

Li Minggui frowned and said, "But Father, that kid is now Long Yuanzheng's disciple. With Long Yuanzheng's stubborn and protective nature, it's impossible for him to hand him over to atone for his crime."

Li Mingsheng also nodded slightly. Although he was straightforward, he wasn't that stupid. Long Yuanzheng had already taken the initiative to question them, clearly intending to support this kid to the end.

"That's why I called you here."

Li Zong said expressionlessly.

"Both of you remember, it's not someone else who died, it's your own younger brother."

"Whichever of you two can help your third brother get revenge, the Death Fist Society will be yours in the future!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Mingsheng and Li Minggui's eyes lit up.

They were both ruthless individuals, and they didn't reach this position solely because they were Li Zong's sons.

To be honest, compared to Li Zong's anger, they felt nothing about the death of their third brother, who had neither brains nor martial arts. Instead, they felt that his death meant one less person to compete for the family property.

Especially Li Minggui, he even felt that offending Long Yuanzheng for this was not worth it.

However, Li Zong's words undoubtedly gave the two a strong dose of motivation, instantly giving them the drive for revenge.

Just then, a cold light flashed in Li Minggui's eyes, and he cupped his fists and smiled.

"Father, your son has an idea."

The next night.

Su Ti was in Long Yuanzheng's villa, using the computer in the room to log into the dark web.

After learning about the concept of cursed antiques, he had also searched the dark web during his free time from practicing martial arts in the past two days. He did find some merchants selling cursed antiques.

Regardless of whether they were real or fake, the prices were indeed very high.

Any single item started at a million, and some even reached several million or tens of millions.

Although this price didn't exceed his expectations, Su Ti was indeed short on cash.

He had no money and no source of income.

Although his martial arts improved quickly with the help of the modifier, he currently had no economic power.

I need to find a way to make some money...

Although he had learned about the unwritten rules of ancient martial arts in the past few days, where masters provide food, lodging, and training for their disciples, and even give them wages, Su Ti wasn't looking for small money.

Furthermore, he wouldn't ask Long Yuanzheng for it. Although he was his master, Long Yuanzheng had already helped him enough.

"Su Ti, it's time to go."

A voice came from outside the door. Su Ti opened the door and saw a man in a suit with slightly dark skin and a buzz cut.

This person was named Wang Gengyuan, Su Ti's second senior brother. He had been called over by their master yesterday to meet him.

"Coming right away."

Su Ti closed the computer and went downstairs with Wang Gengyuan. Outside the villa, three cars were already waiting.

Long Yuanzheng also walked out at this time, accompanied by Yao Juan and Yan Jun. After nodding slightly to Su Ti, he got into the first car.

Yao Juan and Yan Jun accompanied him, Su Ti and Wang Gengyuan were in the middle, and the last car had some accompanying personnel in suits, responsible for making the scene look impressive.

Their trip was precisely to go to Li Zong's place to demand an explanation.

The three cars slowly drove on the highway. In the middle car, only Wang Gengyuan and Su Ti were inside. Seeing Su Ti silent, Wang Gengyuan smiled.

"What, a little nervous? Don't worry, with Master here, even if you give Li Zong a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to touch you."

Su Ti glanced at the other party.

Among Long Yuanzheng's four disciples, only Wang Gengyuan came from a family background, with the most extensive knowledge, family wealth, and influence.

According to what Su Ti had learned in the past two days, Long Yuanzheng had taken Wang Gengyuan as a disciple back then to gain a foothold in Mingguang City.

And the vehicles and accompanying personnel for this trip were all provided by Wang Gengyuan's family.

As for why the instructors and other personnel from the Dragon Gate Martial Hall itself didn't come along... that's because they just get paid to work; essentially, they are employees.

And the three Dragon Gate Martial Halls in Mingguang City are mostly commercial in nature and cannot form any significant power.

Su Ti had also understood in the past two days that the Dragon Gate Martial Hall was basically supported by Long Yuanzheng alone.

This time, he even had to borrow people from his disciple's family to make the scene look impressive.

Therefore, Su Ti had a new understanding of Long Yuanzheng's indifference to fame and fortune.

Facing Wang Gengyuan's comfort at this time, Su Ti said.

"It's not nervousness, I'm thinking about how to make money."

"Make money? Are you very short of money, Junior Brother? If you are short of money, just tell your Senior Brother. Your Senior Brother can still come up with hundreds of thousands or even millions."

Wang Gengyuan smiled. He was very interested in this junior brother who had joined in the past two days.

Li Shao from Mingguang City could barely be considered a figure. For the sake of his father, even if Li Mingyuan messed around in Mingguang City and randomly grabbed ordinary people to participate in black boxing matches, no one dared to touch him.

As a result, this junior brother of his did it. With one move, he killed seven people, including a Tongli Stage martial artist.

Coupled with this junior brother's talent, reaching the Tongli Stage in a week, he was simply a monster.

With talent, decisive in killing, and now with Long Yuanzheng backing him, if he didn't die prematurely by accident, he would definitely achieve great things in the future.

Therefore, Wang Gengyuan, who didn't know that Su Ti's root bone was extremely poor, had the intention of befriending him.

Su Ti understood the principle of not accepting favors without merit and that taking someone's money makes you beholden to them. However, regarding Wang Gengyuan's deliberate attempt to befriend him, Su Ti did not refuse.

"I appreciate Senior Brother's kindness. I plan to earn the money myself, but if there are any other troubles where I need Senior Brother's help in the future, please don't mind."

"No problem, no problem."

Wang Gengyuan smiled and waved his hand.