Ren Family Business Settled

The next day, at the Ren residence.

Ren Tingting sat in the study at home, resting her chin in both hands as she wondered when Yang Xuan would come over and what life with him would be like in the future. Girls her age were just beginning to fantasize about their prince charming, filled with dreamy longing for love.

"Miss, the managers of all the shops have arrived. They're clamoring to see you, and we can barely hold them back," the butler said anxiously as he entered the study.

"Let them come up. By the way, has Brother Xuan arrived?" Ren Tingting asked.

"Mr. Yang hasn't arrived yet. I'll have them come up first. I'll stay outside with a few servants. If you need anything, just call for me," the old butler said, slightly worried.

"Uncle, I understand," Ren Tingting replied.

Thud, thud, thud! A chaotic jumble of footsteps echoed through the hallway. Once the group of shop managers entered the study, they did not even wait for Ren Tingting to speak. The manager of the tailor shop immediately said, "Young Miss, please accept our condolences. We're also deeply saddened by Master Ren's passing. Business at all the shops has recently begun to decline. I'd like to ask, Miss, do you still intend to continue operating them? If not, all of us managers would like to take them over and run them ourselves."

Ren Tingting had always lived in the provincial capital. Although she had picked up some basic business knowledge, they had already begun openly forcing her hand. She had never imagined that all the managers would band together against her, and she immediately said aggrievedly, "My father has only just passed the seventh day, and all of you have joined forces to swallow up my family's assets. How can you face my father after treating us like this?"

At that moment, the manager of a restaurant stepped forward and said, "Young Miss, we won't beat around the bush. The Ren family business has already begun declining. Our main competitor is Huang Baiwan. Now that Master Ren is gone, we certainly won't be able to hold him back. We might as well split up and work for ourselves."

Tap, tap, tap. A series of footsteps approached. When the door opened, it was none other than Yang Xuan.

After entering, Yang Xuan said nothing. He walked straight to the seat beside Tingting and sat down.

"You brat, who are you? Do you think this is somewhere you can enter as you please?" The tailor shop manager immediately began cursing.

"Watch your mouth. Stop calling him a brat. He's my man. Whatever he says here is my decision as well." Seeing Yang Xuan, Ren Tingting seemed to have found her backbone and spoke with renewed courage.

"Everyone, my name is Yang Xuan. I heard what you just said. You want to spend your own money to buy the Ren family's shops, but I disagree. I'll give you two choices. The first is to work peacefully. Every year, I'll send an accountant to audit the books. The second is to pack up and leave—and leave Ren Family Town as well." After saying this, Yang Xuan walked to the desk, exerted a trace of force, and then returned to his seat.

"What nonsense. Who the hell do you think you are? This place has—" Before the tailor shop manager could finish, the pawnbroker covered his mouth and glared at him, then turned to look at the place where Yang Xuan had just stood.

Two footprints about an inch deep had been pressed into the floor.

The tailor shop manager was drenched in sweat.

"Work properly and peacefully. Do well, and you'll get a raise. Do poorly, and your pay will be docked. If I find out that you're lining your own pockets, colluding with outsiders, or harming the Ren family's interests, heh... Be careful. You may still have heads when you go to sleep, but not when you wake up," Yang Xuan warned.

"Tingting, I'm going out tonight," Yang Xuan said.

"Brother Xuan, where are you going?" Tingting asked nervously.

"I'm going to Huang Baiwan's house. I need to teach him a proper lesson. Otherwise, if he targets us in business, we may not even have the ability to fight back. After all, I'm not very good at business. Huang Baiwan, on the other hand, has been entrenched here for years. Whether openly or behind the scenes, we may not be his match. You know how strong I am, so don't worry. Wait for me to come back," Yang Xuan said thoughtfully.

"Mm, all right. Brother Xuan, come back early. I'll wait for you," Ren Tingting said.

"I'm off," Yang Xuan replied before jumping downstairs.

He slowly put on his night clothes. To put it simply, they were thick winter clothes with a mask and hat. As long as no one could recognize him, that was enough.

Although Yang Xuan was hopeless with directions, there was no helping it. Huang's foreign-style mansion was huge, but fortunately, it was easy enough to find.

When he reached the wall beside the Huang residence, he leaped deep into the air, tapped the ground with one foot, and landed inside the courtyard. Damn, which room was Huang Baiwan's? He had miscalculated.

He grabbed a servant who had come out to relieve himself at night and clamped a hand around his neck. "Kid, do you want to live or die? If you want to live, tell me which room Huang Baiwan is in."

"Hero, spare me! The master lives in the main bedroom at the easternmost end," the servant said, his face turning pale with fright.

Yang Xuan pressed his thumb against the servant's carotid artery and exerted force, knocking him unconscious. Heh, he had even wet himself. Looking at the terrified servant lying on the ground, Yang Xuan quickly approached the master bedroom.

"So you're Huang Baiwan. You've been inciting the Ren family's managers lately, haven't you?" Yang Xuan deliberately asked in a hoarse voice.

Looking at the strangely dressed man before him, Huang Baiwan knew that he had come with hostile intentions. "Who are you? This is a matter between me and the Ren family, and it has nothing to do with you. Besides, I, Huang, have been doing business here for many years. If you want to play dirty, I may not be afraid of you."

Huang Baiwan had spent many years in the business world and knew that business was like a battlefield. He had seen every kind of scheme and sinister character.

Huang Baiwan suddenly threw back his head and shouted, "Someone come! There's a bandit!"

In an instant, the entire Huang residence lit up. In only a minute or two, more than twenty burly men entered through the doors and windows, all wielding gleaming steel blades aimed at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's expression did not change. "You rotten sweet potatoes and spoiled bird eggs think you can protect Huang Baiwan? My grudge with Huang Baiwan is personal. I'll give you ten seconds. Get out of here. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."

Naturally, the thugs did not listen. Nor did they believe that one man could turn the tables while surrounded by so many people.

"Kill him! I'll take responsibility if anything happens," Huang Baiwan roared. With more and more men arriving, his courage grew as well.

"Chop him to death!"

"Everyone, attack!"

"Ah!"

The group rushed forward in a disorderly mob, hacking wildly at him.

Tathagata Palm—Buddha Welcomes the Western Paradise!

Four arms formed from invisible Inner Force emerged from his body. Added to his own two arms, there were six in total. The six arms frenziedly used the techniques of Bajiquan. There was no helping it—using this move was already impressive enough. If he used Tathagata Palm with multiple arms as well, Yang Xuan would probably be drained dry in an instant.

As the invisible arms swung through the air, six or seven burly men were sent flying, crashing to the ground and groaning.

Yang Xuan had clearly held back. Otherwise, not one of them would have survived.

"Heh, you're pretty vicious. You really want to chop someone to death? Damn it." Yang Xuan saw an idiot charging at him with a savage expression and cursed.

This move was pretty good. Unfortunately, he still could not focus on too many things at once. If he could use ten arms with ten different martial arts, that would be incredible.

Walking past the groaning men, Yang Xuan stopped in front of Huang Baiwan. "Anyone else? That was only a warm-up. Anyone else want to come? I think you're looking to die." The final word, "die," was infused with true qi and blasted out in a furious roar.

Huang Baiwan's ears rang violently. His vision darkened, and blood began streaming uncontrollably from his nose and ears.

Huang Baiwan was utterly helpless. This man was no ordinary person. He could only submit for now and settle the matter later. After all, he had spent so many years navigating the business world. When it was time to admit defeat, he admitted defeat. Otherwise, once he lost his life, nothing else would matter.

"Hero, rest assured. I absolutely won't interfere with the Ren family's business again." Feeling that this still was not enough, Huang Baiwan shouted toward the door, "A'Bao, are you there? If you are, hurry up and get your ass in here!"

A short, sharp-eyed servant hurried in. "Master, what do you need?"

"Go to my storeroom and bring me the deposit certificates for 10,000 silver dollars, that piece of Divine Iron, and the book left behind by our ancestor. Bring them all here," Huang Baiwan said painfully.