Formal Recruitment

Yang Wu finally understood why he had joined the Wang Family in his simulation.

It was precisely because of this "One-Armed Spear Demon"!

This "One-Armed Spear Demon," Liu Dehui, had accidentally suffered a severe injury and lost his left arm while he was still a warrior-level martial artist in the wilderness zone.

Without a powerful background, it was impossible for someone with only warrior-level strength to obtain treasures like "Life Water."

Generally, after a martial artist becomes disabled, they end up as logistics personnel for their organization, such as instructors or staff at a martial arts hall.

However, this senior, Liu, continued to venture into the wilderness zone with martial artist squads to hunt monsters. If he couldn't join high-level squads, he would join low-level ones.

As Liu Dehui repeatedly braved life-and-death situations, his spear technique reached a level of mastery, and his physical fitness broke into the wargod level, earning him the title of "One-Armed Spear Demon."

Yang Wu also favored the spear as his weapon, and many of the videos he watched while practicing his spear techniques were recorded by this very mid-level wargod, Liu Dehui.

It was no wonder his simulated self would make such a choice, given the chance to receive guidance from such an expert after joining the Wang Family.

"Haha." Wang Zijin smiled after hearing Yang Wu's words. "Wu, I heard that your preferred weapon is the spear. How about this? If you join the Wang Family, I will personally request Uncle Liu to take you as his disciple and teach you his spear techniques."

Liu Dehui sat to the side without speaking.

Wang Zijin had already discussed this matter with him before coming here. Over the years, Wang Zijin's father had helped him quite a bit, and Liu Dehui truly had no way to refuse.

Furthermore, Yang Wu was only 24 years old this year and had already become an official martial artist. Liu Dehui could reluctantly accept taking on such a disciple.

"Brother Wang, I have only just passed the prospective martial artist assessment and haven't even participated in the actual combat assessment yet..." Yang Wu said calmly.

Wang Zijin shrugged and smiled slightly. "With your strength, Wu, passing the actual combat assessment will surely be a breeze. Uncle Liu is right in front of you; opportunities like this are rare!"

Back when Yang Wu only had the strength of an advanced trainee, he had once defeated five thugs who were also advanced trainees in a fight, so Wang Zijin was very confident in Yang Wu's ability to pass the actual combat assessment.

Seeing that he couldn't change the subject, Yang Wu simply said directly, "Brother Wang, thank you for your kindness. However, I have other plans, and I'm afraid I cannot join the Wang Family."

If this were before the appearance of the Time Simulator, becoming Liu Dehui's disciple would have been a decent choice.

But now, Yang Wu had only gone through one simulation, and his physical fitness had already reached the advanced warrior level. He figured that in a few months, his strength would surpass this "One-Armed Spear Demon" before him.

At this point, taking this man as a master was no longer a good choice.

Seeing Yang Wu reject Wang Zijin, Xu Feiyue, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly shouted, "Yang Wu, Brother Wang is giving you so much face, don't be ungrateful!"

Xu Feiyue was Wang Zijin's personal bodyguard and possessed mid-level warrior strength. He had already been dissatisfied with the preferential treatment Wang Zijin showed Yang Wu, and now, seeing Wang Zijin go as far as to invite the "One-Armed Spear Demon" to win him over, he felt even more jealous.

This was a level of treatment he had never received since joining the Wang Family, yet Yang Wu had rejected it.

Therefore, Xu Feiyue was incensed and blurted it out.

The moment Xu Feiyue's words left his mouth, Wang Zijin's face darkened instantly.

Before Yang Wu could speak, Wang Zijin suppressed his anger and said, "Feiyue, you're drunk. Go outside and sober up!"

"Brother Wang, I..."

Xu Feiyue had been sitting to the side ever since entering the private room; when had he even had time to drink?

"Get out!" Wang Zijin's tone was even heavier.

At this moment, Wang Zijin was incredibly furious.

Yang Wu was his esteemed guest—a newly promoted martial artist with high potential and extensive connections. He had spent a great deal of effort trying to win Yang Wu over, all to tie him to his own chariot.

Failing this time was fine, as he could try again later, but Xu Feiyue's outburst had offended the other party.

However, Xu Feiyue was ultimately the strongest martial artist under his command, so he couldn't lash out at him directly and could only force him to withdraw for now.

Seeing this, Xu Feiyue could only glare fiercely at Yang Wu before walking out of the private room.

Being scolded in front of everyone caused him to lose face, but instead of blaming Wang Zijin, he began to harbor hatred toward Yang Wu.

"Brother Wang, look at this..." Yang Wu looked at Wang Zijin with a slightly troubled expression.

"Uncle Liu, Wu, my subordinate is ignorant; please excuse the embarrassment!" After Xu Feiyue left the room, Wang Zijin apologized with a smile and continued, "Let's ignore him. Let's eat first and chat while we eat!"

Liu Dehui nodded slightly from the side. He naturally didn't care about such matters; he had come here entirely to give face to Wang Zijin's father. As for a trivial matter like Xu Feiyue, a renowned martial artist like him would naturally not take it to heart.

As for Yang Wu, he cared even less about Xu Feiyue. Not to mention the future, even now, Yang Wu's strength already surpassed the other man's by quite a margin.

With the assistance of the Time Simulator, he was confident that he would soon catch up to even the "One-Armed Spear Demon," Liu Dehui, who was sitting right in front of him.

Therefore, there was truly no need to join the Wang Family.

However, he would keep in mind the help Wang Zijin had provided over the past three years and would offer a hand if the opportunity arose.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Zijin spoke up again, asking solemnly, "Wu, the treatment our Wang Family offers to martial artists is second to none among the twelve major families of Huaxia Country. In addition to a detached villa, it includes a startup fund of 2 million Huaxia coins!"

"For the two major martial arts halls, the startup fund is only 1 million. Even among other families, it is rare for the startup fund to reach 2 million. If you join our Wang Family, I can take the initiative to increase that 2 million startup fund to 5 million."

"Furthermore, our Wang Family is one of the nine core families of the HR Alliance, and the only one among those nine that belongs to Huaxia Country. If you join us, you can leverage the power of the HR Alliance all over the world!"

The upper limit for the startup fund offered by the Wang Family to recruit martial artists was 2 million. The extra 3 million would have to come out of Wang Zijin's own pocket. Of course, for Wang Zijin, spending 3 million in cash to win over a talented martial artist was well worth it.

5 million Huaxia coins in cash was indeed a significant sum for someone who had just become a martial artist. Moreover, given the Wang Family's status in Huaxia Country, Wang Zijin couldn't imagine what reason Yang Wu could possibly have to refuse.

"Brother Wang, the terms you offer are indeed excellent. It's just that I have already planned to join the Extreme Martial Arts Hall after becoming a martial artist to hone myself in the wilderness zone. I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Brother Wang."

Yang Wu, of course, knew that the Wang Family's influence was immense.

In the original work, two direct descendants of the Wang Family acted out: one attempted to pursue the female lead Xu Xin, while the other even laid hands on the relatives of Luo Feng in Jingdu Base City. Yet, even after all that, the Wang Family remained largely unaffected.

However, Yang Wu still refused Wang Zijin. For Yang Wu, who possessed a golden finger, joining the Wang Family had already become a shackle, and he certainly wouldn't trap himself in a cocoon of his own making.

Hearing Yang Wu refuse him once again, a flash of disappointment crossed Wang Zijin's face, but he quickly put on a smile: "Very well, to each their own. If you are unwilling to join the Wang Family, I will not force you. However, should you ever change your mind, the doors of the Wang Family will always be open to you!"

"No problem!" Yang Wu said with a smile as he raised his glass.

Suddenly—

Snap.

The wine glass in Yang Wu's hand was crushed directly by him.

The glass shattered into several pieces instantly, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

Beside him, the usually indifferent Liu Dehui's pupils constricted sharply.

Xu Feiyue, who was outside the private room, was also startled and hurriedly pushed the door open to enter: "Brother Wang, are you alright!"

"It's nothing. You go out first and call someone to clean this up!" Wang Zijin pointed at the debris on the floor and instructed Xu Feiyue.

"Yes!" Xu Feiyue glared fiercely at Yang Wu once more before walking out of the private room again.

Before long, the fragments of the wine glass were cleared away by a waiter.

"Brother Wang, I am truly sorry about today!" Yang Wu apologized again.

He had just obtained immense power from the Time Simulator and had not yet fully mastered it in such a short time.

"It's just a wine glass, don't let it bother you!" Wang Zijin waved his hand and said.